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Games of Fate

There are those that want to use her.
There are those that want to protect her.
Why is a seven year old girl so important? Vampires, werewolves, military men, and a small child all will come together and their choices will either save or kill them all.

I do not own nor do I make money from the twilight world. I do however play in that playground.

8. Chapter 8: Conversations with a sassy sister

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I carried the fragile little girl into the house, as she laid her head on my shoulder I could feel her exhaustion. I am not sure what is going on, or even my part in this whole situation, whatever it was, but as long as she is in my care she will e cared for. I was a little concerned over her lack of weight. I felt each and every one of her bones through her clothes, and I took special care in handling her. I wouldn’t want to accidentally injure her. Then grumbling stomach demanded my attention.

“Don’t worry, little one. Peter will be back soon with something for your tummy,” I told her. My eyes looked her over again and came to rest on the handprint bruises on her neck. Whoever left that mark on her was going to pay. I didn’t really know this child, but something shifted inside me when I touched her. I felt protective, and it angered me that someone would do something so vile to a little angel like this one. Her body started to shake, and I thought I had hurt her. Placing her on the couch, I tried to sooth her. Of course, this was all new to me as I had never really been around children before much less small girls.

“What’s wrong?” I kneeled in front of her so I can look into her eyes. She is a strange little thing. As much as I try, I cannot taste her emotions. I am totally unarmed here. When she shifts her eyes away from me and starts fiddling with her fingers, I lift her chin with my finger making her look at me. “You need to tell me what has you so scared.” Her lips trembled and I could see tears pooling in her eyes.

“You made at me,” she whispered too low for human ears.

My heart broke at her words. She must have felt my anger at the sight of her bruises. Before I could try to reassure her, she started to panic.

“I’ll be good. Please, don’t be mad at me…”

It took all I had to contain my anger. Whoever had done this to her was going to pay. I wiped away her tears with my thumbs as I cradled her face. “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart. Why would you say that?” I try to send her a wave of calm, but it seems to have no effect.

Her sobbing slows a bit as she hiccups her words. “Cause…your…eyes…are…all…black…”

She had been around vampires before.

“When…James’s eyes…are…all…black he gets really mad at me…and…sometimes…”

“Sometimes what?” I unintentionally snarled. I needed to know. I had to know what this prick had done to her. Was it just this James dick or were there others. I realized I was growling and forced myself to take a deep calming breath as I let go of her face. I really had to get a hold of myself. “Can you show me everything? Can you show me how you live?”

She shook her head no and mumbled something about being tired. Of course, she was tired. The amount of energy that must have taken combined with her lack of strength and fragility would have left her exhausted. Her stomach grumbled, and I could hear her moan as it cramped uncomfortably.

I lay hr on the couch and turn the television to come cartoon channel. I assure her that Peter will be back soon with some food, and go call Esme and Carlisle. They would have to have some information about what the hell is going on. They’d have too.

I called Esme’s cell phone, but no answer, not even the voice mail picked up. I tried Carlisle’s phone, but still no response. What the hell is going on? They always pick up their phone.

I stole a glance at the child on the couch. I noticed her licking her dry chapped lips. I should get her a drink of water. She is probably dehydrated, and that cannot be good for her. I filled a glass with water from the tap and dialed Edward’s cell number. Maybe he could help me out here. He didn’t pick up either. Now I am starting to really worry. Something must be wrong.

I took a moment to center myself. I had to keep in control. My years in the Confederate Army, and the long bloody decades of leading newborn armies taught me to never act irrationally. Control and thoughtful strategic planning were now ingrained into my very being, and I would not be letting out my inner beast with a child in the living room. I took a deep unnecessary breath, and dialed the one person I new who would help me no matter what, Rosalie.

“Jasper?” The concerned voice of my sister danced into my ears.

“Yeah, it’s me, Rose. What’s going on? I tried calling Esme, Carlisle and Edward, but no one is picking up. I kind of have a situation here, and I need one help.”

“Well, that a first. Jasper Whitlock, the most feared vampire in the world needs help. The world must be coming to an end.” I roll my eyes at her mockery, but let her have her moment. She was right. I never called for help. “So, what is going on? I know you wouldn’t ask for anything if you didn’t really need the help, you stubborn bastard. What has you shaking in your boots?”

“I’m not shaking in my boots,” I huffed at her. I don’t know what it is about Rose, but she always manages to make me feel like an adolescent. It must have been all the years we posed as twins. In all honesty, of all the Cullens she is the one I am closest to, and the only one who calls me out on my bullshit.

“Well…,” she urged.

I take a minute to get my thoughts together and then I plunge in. I explain everything that has happened with Bella in detail. I told her all about the memory sharing, the way she seems to be able to hide her emotions from me and my fears for her life if I return her home. I described the bruises and injuries I had noticed so far, and expressed my thoughts that I just knew there was more. I could hear Rose crying as I talked. I knew this was hard for her to hear with her background, but I knew sugarcoating facts would help no one. I could hear her gasp as I explained her reaction to my anger. How the little girl begged about being good afraid I was going to hurt her. I also told her my suspicions about her knowing what I was, and that I suspected this James was a vampire too.

“You can’t take her home, Jasper. It sounds too dangerous for her.”

“Well what the hell am I supposed to do. We can’t just keep her from her parents, not to mention I don’t know how to take care of a little girl…”

Rosalie interrupted my freak out before it could really get started. “Jasper, I think you’re losing sight of a larger picture. I think your girl is a small, but important piece of what is happening.”

“If you know something, Rose, just tell me. I don’t function well without all the information. Does this have anything to do with Esme, Carlisle and Edward not answering their phones?”

I heard her hesitate and then dive into everything. Esme has been passing out on occasion sometimes for hours at a time. Edward has told everyone that she has been dreaming of a little girl, and that Carlisle suspects that the child was pulling Esme into her dreams. I walked into the living room to check on Bella, and sure enough she was sleeping. I would have to speak to Esme directly at some point. Rosalie went on to explain that one of these episodes happened a couple f hours earlier, and that Carlisle and Edward took Esme hunting as she was feeling quite weak.

Then she informed me that there were more nomads wandering about than usual. Apparently, Garrett, an old friend of Carlisle’s, stopped by to give them the rundown of what was happening. The Vulture was looking for a girl with a certain birthmark, a small heart at located on the back of her head. No one was told if they were to keep a lookout for an infant or an adult because the Vulture themselves didn’t know. Whoever finds this person was to bring her to them alive and human.

Without even thinking, I moved towards the sleeping child. She looked so peaceful. Her long hair spread messily over her back as she lay on a sofa pillow. Her plump little pink lips parted as she breathed in heavy pants. I wondered what she was dreaming of. As carefully as I could I lifted her hair and looked at her skin for any sign of a birthmark.

“Rosalie, whatever is going on we are now in the thick of it.”

A small quarter sized strawberry heart decorated Bella’s skin right at her hairline.