A/N: I'm so, so sorry about the lack of updates. However, if you've taken a look at my profile recently you would have read that I'm on an indefinite hiatus for family reasons. Please note that my stories aren't abandoned, updates just won't be coming as regularly as they used to.
I'll also be editing some mistakes I've noticed in previous chapters, so if the format seems to have changed... no worries.
Disclaimer: I unfortunately am not the owner of the Harry Potter series or the Twilight saga, I'm just playing with the characters.
The moment my injured mate slammed the door in my face and proceeded to walk away from me, the fates of those whom dared antagonize her were sealed. I could no longer contain the wrath I had been dying to unleash on something since those sick fuckin' Death Eaters crashed our baseball game. I didn't have anymore control over the pure fuckin' fury that'd been bubbling beneath the surface since I learned of her torture.
The careless words members of my own damn 'family' had spoken… their accusations …they had harmed my angel when she had already been emotionally and physically injured … they had just kicked her right in the gut when she was already down like the spineless asshats they were.
No ifs, ands, or buts about it, I plan on gettin' a pound of flesh from the sparkly asses of the guilty in retribution.
The door I had been glaring and snarling at since it got slammed in my face five minutes ago opened. Instead of my mate returning, it revealed the scarred form of one Harry Potter.
And he looked fuckin' livid.
His square jaw clenched and relaxed as he ground his teeth so hard a human would be able to hear'em gratin' together from across the room. A vein in his forehead, just to the left of that lightning bolt scar, could be seen pounding away due to his intense fury. His thin lips were set into a grim line. An aura of darkness seemed to be visibly swirling around his very being. It added a shadow of suffering and a promise of pain as it visibly whipped through his unruly raven hair.
In all actuality, if I were a lesser man (and a lesser vampire), the expression he happened to be sporting and the magic crackling around him would've sent me running to the hills screamin' for my mamma. How in the hell could a five foot nothing, thin, but slightly muscular human look so fuckin' intimidating in nothing other than a pair of orange pajama pants with queer lookin' little golden things flittin' across the fabric?
I have no idea how he pulled it off, but he somehow managed to look more fucking menacing than any enraged vampire I've ever come across.
His narrowed eyes were once more doing the Christmas special by flashing steadily between emerald and crimson as he casually leaned against the door-jamb and casually waved his hand towards those behind me. The nonchalant motion- in direct contrast with the tensed and taught muscles of his entire body- practically screamed, "It's your family, you handle it, but if you don't then I'm going to step in and you won't like my solution one bit."
I dipped my chin at him in recognition of his unspoken cue, but basically paid him no further mind since we'd come to an accord. An entirely demonic growl twisted its way from deep within the recesses of my chest and out of the sneer plastered across my face as I slowly turned to face the two-faced bitch, Alice, and her pussy-whipped bag-boy, Edward.
I didn't bother attempting to reign in the pure fuckin' fury now rolling off my body in gigantic tidal waves. It crashed into those standing before me- alerting them of my displeasure in case my blown pupils weren't hint enough. It was as if I were a hurricane of unsavory emotion and they were the helpless idiots whom had decided to brave the fuckin' storm instead of abandoning the cause and running for higher, and safer, ground when they had a chance.
The God of War had fully merged with my normal consciousness. For the first time ever, my beast and I were one. We had finally found a way to co-exist without issue because we both agreed on one thing. We would be giving no quarter to those responsible for the distressed exit of our injured Goddess.
We all fall down"
I sing songed in a falsetto children's voice as, one by one, the six of them fell to their knees before me with their palms up, eyes on the floor, chins tilted, and necks exposed. My family had instinctually fallen into the same submissive pose as thousands before them had when that lovely cocktail of dread, terror, malice, intimidation, subservience, loyalty, and reverence leached its way into their bodies to alter the very essence of their being.
They were now completely under my control. They would do whatever I asked of them without hesitation because in mind, body, and soul they had become mine.
Mine to command.
Mine to reward.
Mine to punish.
Although I felled all six, I really only had eyes for two of them. The mated pair from hell that I once respected for rescuing me from my self destructive ways. The ones that I'd once held in high regard for introducing me to this way life when I had been so lost and hopeless. Those who had given me hope of finding someone who'd be capable of loving me, bloody past in all. Those who were responsible for me not turnin' tail and runnin' the first time I learned she was human...
However, that respect had left the building and in its place stood nothing but pure loathing after their petty actions towards said mate.
Slowly, I stalked towards them. An extremely familiar sick and morbid sense of satisfaction coiled in my stomach as Edward and Alice glanced at my face then instinctively flinched away from the rage etched onto my every feature.
"Edward… Alice… You've made me very, very upset," I purred lowly once I came to a stop in front of them.
They flinched back further and did their best to avoid my penetrating gaze by focusing their attention on the floor.
"Uh, Uh, Uh…" I tutted condescendingly as I reached out with both hands and harshly yanked their chins up so that their fearful eyes met my own. "That's not how this works. You two have been bouncing between liking and detesting my mate for far too long. Tonight you've taken it too far by purposefully upsetting my injured mate because you are both petty and insecure about her remarkable ability to evade your powers. You don't get to shy away from the consequences like cowards."
As I spoke, their level of fear rose to new proportions and I basked in that heady sensation. I dropped their chins and took a half step back. They immediately resumed their submissive pose like good little children.
My dilated eyes roved the forms of the others for any sign of defiance or emotions that would hint at mutiny. Finding nothing noteworthy in their emotions except for fear and a bit of smug satisfaction rolling off of Rosalie, I smirked.
"Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett- Move," I commanded as I released their emotions from the majority of my power.
Ever so slowly the four of them rose from the floor, with their necks bared submissively due to the small amounts of loyalty and subservience I left lingering in their emotions.
Once they had retreated so that their backs were against the farthest wall, I gave the other two my full attention.
"Did you really think that you could verbally attack my injured mate without any consequences?"
Winces that were so faint anyone else would have missed them flitted across their features at my snarled question. But they refused to answer.
I upped the strength of the emotions I'd been pouring into them.
"Well?" I growled as I snaked my hands around their necks and began to squeeze.
Alice mumbled a response, but the only part loud enough or clear enough to understand was the word "no."
I tightened my grip on their necks. Small amounts of venom began running from the miniscule cracks forming around the tips of my fingers.
"What did you say?"
"She said," Edward snarled with a hint of his usual haughty tone leaking into his voice. I immediately cut off his disrespectful response and nipped his new-found defiance in the bud with a harsh twist to his neck that created larger, more painful cracks that ran all the way up to his jaw line.
"She said no, but she foresaw us evading your anger with our gifts."
"Did she now?" I murmured to myself as I nodded in satisfaction at his meek and submissive answer. "Well, it seems even vampires are capable of evading your all knowing asses under the right circumstances. It looks as if you two have finally learned just how infallible your pitiful gifts are."
I chuckled demonically at the twin glares the two attempted to hide from me.
"Now lets talk about punishment," I purred as I began stalking around them.
Their fear skyrocketed as I stopped behind them then dug my blunt nails as deep into their stone-like skin as possible before slowly raking them up their necks, over their jaws and cheeks until I reached their hairline. An involuntary growl of satisfaction left my chest as the distinctive tang that appears when copious amounts of fresh venom's been spilt permeated the air.
When I glanced around to make sure the others were still against the wall, I noticed my mates brother had moved into the room so that he could lean against the wall to my right. He was watching the proceedings with a morbid fascination. He shot me a small nod of approval when our eyes caught.
I smirked back at him.
Softly, almost lovingly, I tangled my fingers in Alice and Edwards perfectly coifed hair-dos then sharply yanked their heads back. The creaking sound of the bones in their neck fracturing filled the air as they were forced to look up at me. Their pain filled orbs met my own onyx ones. I gave them the most malicious grin in my arsenal. Then, without breaking eye contact, I leaned down until my mouth was between their ears.
" Hmm… You two are lucky that I know my mate well enough to know that she'd be upset with me if I just killed you. She's a firm believer that the punishment should fit the crime."
At that statement the two idiots began to radiate large amounts of relief. They were apparently under the misconception that she didn't have a cruel streak to match my own. But I knew better. I learned from both the stories she's told me and various journal entries that she could be downright vicious when crossed.
I chuckled darkly.
For a few more moments, I let them get their hopes up before dashing them in as cruel a voice as I could muster. "In light of her reaction, I've decided that since you two are incapable of holding your tongues that I'll be holding them for the rest of the foreseeable future."
The two immediately panicked. The blood would have drained from their faces if they'd had any. Their jaws went slack. They even began struggling in a futile attempt to escape my grip. I harshly wrenched them back down onto their knees. Then I began feeding lethargy and more submission into their emotional cocktail. Once they started lightly swaying and their emotions evened out, I drew my control back enough so that they would be aware of the pain I was about to inflict.
In a fit of spite, I decided that Alice would be first. That way Edward would have to watch, helpless, as I injured his mate. He would be powerless to stop me. And I would revel in his emotional agony before causing him as much physical pain as possible.
I removed my hand from Edwards hair and lowered it to his mates jaw. Ever so slowly I applied more and more pressure until I managed to force it open. With my other hand I stuck my thumb and pointer finger into her mouth then quickly ripped her tongue off.
Her strangled screams of agony as she writhed on the ground were music to my ears.
Although, I'd now found myself in quite the predicament. I hadn't quite thought things through as I had no idea where to put the wiggling segment of muscle in my hand. And it definitely was not getting let loose. We'd be lucky to ever find the darn thing if it happened to wander off searching for the body it belonged to. Luckily, before I could start panicking, a jar filled with the most vile brownish-green liquid I'd ever seen started hovering in front of me.
With a raised brow, I looked at the only person capable of levitation within the room.
"Rumor has it a vampire is still capable of sensing what happens with their missing limbs. Figured that would be true for the taste buds on a tongue as well…" My mates brother answered my unspoken question with a cruel smirk twisting his lips.
"And this…?" I asked with a semi-disgusted wave towards the goopy, sewage smelling liquid in the jar.
My lips twisted to match his. And when a shriek of horror came from Alice, I laughed.
"Aw, don't be that way Ally. It won't be so bad. After a few weeks you'll probably grow accustomed to the taste," I teased mercilessly as I dropped the frantically wriggling muscle into the jar.
After savoring her emotions for a few moments, I turned my attention back to Edward whom was staring at his wife's predicament with a pained expression that I relished.
"Don't worry Eddy, soon you'll be a matching pair," I taunted as I reached out to yank his jaw down with so much force that the bones broke with an audible crack and it nearly unhinged itself.
"Oops," I mumbled sarcastically.
Just like I had with his mate, I reached into his mouth with my thumb and pointer finger. However, I didn't detach his tongue as quickly as I had Alice's. I wanted to make it painful. I'd detach part of it and then let it begin healing together before detaching a bigger piece only to repeat the process over again. After nearly ten minutes of torturing him while delighting in both his agonized screams and emotions, I finally ripped it out.
This time, the jar waiting on me was filled with a bright yellow liquid that looked like urine of some sort. I dropped the tongue in and then watched as the jar vanished from the room- presumably to the same spot he had vanished Alice's.
"Do I even want to know what that was?" I asked Harry once I was standing beside him and smugly admiring our handiwork.
"Eau de skunk."
I wrinkled my nose at the thought.
"Armadillo Bile and Skunk…You are a cruel, cruel man," I muttered out of the corner of my mouth causing Harry to snort.
With my beast somewhat sated with revenge, I began relinquishing my control over the emotions in the room. Once everyone was pretty much back to their emotional norm, I turned and motioned for Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, and Rosalie to come closer. "Leave," I commanded, " and please, take the two whimpering idiots at my feet with you when you go or I might be tempted to keep toying with them."
Nodding their ascent with no little amount of fear in their eyes Carlisle and Emmett carried Alice and Edward from the room. Their mates followed behind them without a backwards glance.
Silence settled between my mates brother and I as we re-evaluated one another.
"You're one scary fucker," he finally grunted bluntly.
"Only when protecting what's mine" I replied with a wry twist to my lips.
His lack of response to my statement set me on edge a bit because I couldn't tell whether being a scary fucker was a good or a bad thing in his opinion, but I didn't let it show.
Instead I asked something I'd been dying to know.
"Can I see her?" I questioned with a note of desperation in my voice.
Those sharp emerald eyes looked me up and down. After he spent several minutes staring at me as if he were examining my very soul and judging my worthiness, he nodded.
"I'll bring her back to her own bed," he promised before leaving the room.
I promptly began pacing to and fro while waiting on him to return with my mate. I yearned for her so badly. I yearned to see my angel and ensure that she hadn't injured herself further during her hurried exit. I yearned to smell her slightly spicy honey and orange blossom scent. I yearned to kiss her. And most of all, I yearned to hold her soft, warm body in my arms where I could protect it from harm.
I was at her side the moment Harry walked into the room with her levitating in front of him. Those novel orbs were blinking as if she were somewhere between sleep and consciousness. Her brother gently lowered her onto the bed and I crawled on beside her. I immediately began running my hands over her scantily clad body to check for injuries.
I barely even noticed her brothers departure from the room.
"Jasper," she mumbled rolling from her back onto her side.
"Shh…" I hushed Hermione's attempts to speak with a finger to her lips "Get some rest, Sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up. Promise."
When she didn't try to speak again, I moved so that I was behind her and then ever-so carefully pulled her into my arms. I wrapped my body around hers so that my chest was pressed against her back while my arms were wrapped around her waist. In this position we had enough skin to skin contact for me to work my mojo; Therefore, I started removing her residual pain and replacing it with love, contentment, and lethargy so that she'd get a good nights rest.
Once she began breathing deeply, I softly whispered words of love and devotion into her ear. I spent the rest of the night wrapped around her- savoring being able to hold her in my arms for such a long period of time.
The next chapter is over half-way finished. I'll update ASAP!