The Writer
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 06
We boarded a small business sized jet at a private airstrip in Seattle. It was lavish but I wasn't surprised simply because the apartment we had stayed in was just as decadent. It would seem that these vampires had a taste for the good life, not that I really gave a shit at the moment. Sometimes it's funny, the things you'll think about when you're in shock.
Really, if I were to be honest, I was a mess, my emotions in such a turmoil that I couldn't tell you what I was feeling half the time. One emotion that was a constant was anger. I was pissed off. At everything and everyone, my self being foremost on the list. Why didn't I listen to Jake when he bitched about my topic of choice? Why the hell did I even give vampires a second thought for christ's sake? Why couldn't I have written Harry Potter fan fiction, or, or, oh fuck it. Just anything else but fucking vampires.
I glared over at my captor who was casually kicked back in his Italian leather luxury seat, reading a book, looking for all the world as if he were a normal, fuckhot, gorgeous, delicious, perfectly muscled and built man.
Shit. Now he's glancing over at me with a dirty smirk on his face, almost as if he can hear my thoughts. Fucker. I sneer at him and his smile widens as he goes back to reading.
I look away and start to wonder at this undeniable attraction that I feel for him. I've never been so attracted to someone in my life. Conversely, I've never hated someone so much either. How the totally opposite reactions can co-exist within the same person, for the same person, I'll never fucking know. It must be because of my screwed up mind.
Giving myself a mental shake, I look around for something to occupy my mind. A book, a magazine, anything.
Shit. There's nothing. What I wouldn't give for something to write with….. I sigh. I guess it's time to give up and ask.
Jesus. I feel the muscles in my jaw clench at the mere thought of asking him for anything, but I'm bored as hell and we still have hours to go on this flight to hell, so, yeah.
"Excuse me? Major Asshole, sir? Would you happen to have any writing implements on this aircraft?"
Faster than fucking lightning, I find myself face down over his lap. Just as I'm registering that fact, I feel swats start to land on my ass and they fucking hurt!
I struggle and try to kick but he has my legs pinned and the fucker is strong. I couldn't even wiggle.
"Let me go you fucking asshole! Let me go! I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you the first chance I get!"
Okay, this shit really hurts now. My ass is starting to feel like it's on fire and he's not letting up. I quit yelling just to concentrate on trying not to cry, and as soon as I did, he began talking.
"You know, I figured your common sense would tell you that calling me foul names would be against the rules, but I can see that I'm gonna have to spell everything out for you Isabella. So, is this clear enough for you? You may answer."
"Fuck you, asshole!"
Okay, so I sobbed it out, but I wasn't going to give him what he wanted. I'd die first. Problem was, it felt like I was in the midst of dying by flames, with my ass going first. Christ on a cracker, this hurt! Tears were now streaming down my cheeks and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
"Any time now Isabella. I can keep this up as long as I need to and you still have pants on my mate. The next stage will be on bare skin if you force my hand. I'll ask once more, since this is all new and I haven't given you a set of rules yet; do you now understand that it's against the rules to call me foul names? You may answer."
"Go fuck yourself asshole!
I was sobbing now and yeah, it was probably really stupid of me…..okay, it WAS really stupid of me to fuck with him right about now, but damn it, I had my pride. Well, as much as you can have face down over someone's lap when they're spanking your ass.
Again, quicker than I could register, he now had my ass bare and was starting up again. Fuck! If I thought it hurt before….
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! Please stop! I'm sorry!"
I hiccuped and sucked in air in relief when he stopped, all fight gone from me as I sagged over his lap.
"Will you answer the question now Isabella?"
My jaw clenched as I growled out my answer. "Yes, okay?! I understand that I shouldn't call you foul names! Happy now?!"
"That'll do for now. Your answer wasn't very respectful, but we'll work on that."
He stood me up and I gingerly fixed my pants, praying the flames on my ass would soon extinguish, especially since I had to sit through the remaining eight hours of the flight.
I stood there and watched as he walked over to a cabinet, opened it and gestured inside at a variety of books kept there.
"We do not have any writing implements, but we do have books if you'd care to help yourself. All you had to do was ask politely and we could have avoided all the unpleasantness. I'm not too terribly difficult to live with Isabella. I do not call you foul names and I expect the same courtesy."
He sat and I clenched my jaw in anger. "Yeah well, I didn't kill your best friend."
He sighed and looked up from his book. "I gave you time and privacy in the apartment to process and get over the incident Isabella. It's now in the past. Leave it there and your life will be much easier. Keep it between us and things will be very difficult. He was a wolf. He was my natural enemy. One of us was going to be destroyed that day and as I told you, I am a fighter and have always been. I remain undefeated. That's all there is to it. It's not as though it was personal."
"It was personal to me."
He nodded. "That much is obvious, but let me share something with you Isabella, eternity is a very long time to hold a grudge. You'll have to work through this sometime, hopefully in the very near future."
He went back to reading and I grudgingly admitted to myself that there was wisdom in his words. It was tough to do, let me tell you, but this was now my life and I had no intention of being miserable. Adapt and overcome, right?
Choosing a book from the cabinet, I made my way back to my seat and carefully sat down. Thankfully, sitting wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and I settled back with a good read, praying that it would absorb me fully for the next few hours.
I was shaken from the pages of my fictional world some hours later by the feeling of the plane pitching over into a descent. It was a bit startling. I had been on big commercial airliners, so was expecting the pleasant tickle in the stomach that you get with their slow descent. This was nothing like that and I wondered to myself if this pilot had flown military jets before getting this job. It felt like we were in a fucking dive.
Reaching around myself, I fished out the seat belt straps and hastily fastened the thing, as if being strapped to a hunk of metal, cushion and leather would save my ass if the pilot augered us into the fucking ground.
Jasper got up from his seat and grabbed the book I'd been reading, stowing it along with his, back in the cabinet which he closed and latched.
Retaking his seat, he broke the silence. "When we land, make sure that you stay close to me. You will be surrounded by vampires, none of whom are particularly fond of humans unless they are draining them. I will protect you and once it is commonly known that you are my mate, no one will dare touch you."
I nodded and looked out the window at the rapidly approaching landscape, praying that this pilot actually leveled and landed this thing on a runway as it still felt as though the fucker was out to do his best kamikaze impression.
It's funny how easy it is to think that you'd rather die than do this or that, but when faced with the real possibility, life suddenly becomes very precious.
No, I didn't want to die despite my current circumstances. My will to not only survive, but thrive welled up and determination filled me.
I glanced over at Major Jasper Whitlock and had to admit to myself that he'd been tolerable the few rare times I wasn't in his face spitting venomous words at him. Yeah, Jake's loss still made my heart ache terribly, but he had been part of a world that I didn't understand and was just barely coming to terms with concerning its actual existence.
Vampires.
Werewolves.
Natural enemies.
I would be a vampire very soon and would have lost Jake anyway, but I still mourned his death. Just knowing that he was still out there, living his life, would have been a comfort, but what's done is done and I can't bring him back. I would have to get beyond it and on with my life, which seemed to include one very hot but hard ass Major.
I was just starting to white knuckle the arms of the leather recliner I was strapped to when I felt the plane level and touch down mere seconds later. Fucking pilot. I got a mental picture of the asshole laughing his ass off in the cockpit. Sadistic bastard, whoever he was.
When the plane came to a complete stop, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had never liked flying but this landing had been particularly gut wrenching. It made me curious to see the ass that had flown the plane and as it turns out, I didn't have to wait long. The cockpit door opened and my breath caught in surprise as a blonde female strolled out.
"Hello Major.", she purred seductively. "Did you enjoy the flight?" She was now standing next to Jasper's seat, running her fingers through his hair, and the fucker was letting her.
He got that panty dropping dirty smirk on his face. "As always Janey, but the landing was the best part. Well done darlin'."
She smiled. "Thank you Major. You know I just love a good landing."
He chuckled. "Oh I know Janey. Just one of your many talents."
I wasn't sure why, but I was getting pissed. How dare this bitch touch him and worse yet, why the fuck did I care?
I was baffled by the situation and that served to piss me off even more. I glared over at him and he stood from his seat and walked over to the exit.
He held out a hand to me. "Time to go Isabella."
I was just rising when I heard the female speak. "What's this Major? Dinner?"
I glanced at her as I took his hand and her lip was curled as she stared at me.
"No Janey, this is my mate."
Jane's head whipped toward Jasper. "What?! Your mate?" She snarled. "I suppose that means that we're over", she eyed me with naked hatred, "now that you have this thing."
I jumped as the Major growled and was in her face instantly. "Show some respect. She is my true mate and will be turned soon. You'll be seeing a lot of her. Get used to it."
I watched as Jane seemed to deflate before my eyes, casting her gaze to the floor as she nodded. "I will miss what we had Major, but I understand."
With that, she exited the plane and got into the front seat of the waiting SUV.
Jasper watched her go and shook his head. "Watch out for her Isabella. Do not trust her for any reason." He looked at me. "Do you understand? Not for any reason."
I nodded, a feeling of foreboding filling me. "I understand."
"Good." He tugged my hand and we made our way to the SUV, climbing into the back seat.
"Welcome back Major."
Jasper inclined his head. "Demetri."
Demetri eyed me through the rearview mirror, his eyes hard and assessing. "What's that you have there Major? A gift perhaps?"
Jasper reclined back, a stern and cold expression on his face. "She is my true mate. You'd do well to keep your distance."
He all but hissed out his answer and it was chilling. I shivered as I heard Demetri's immediate answer.
"Yes sir Major. My apologies for offending you."
Jasper nodded once, sharply and all conversation ended, the rest of the ride silent, the tension in the air almost palpable.
It was one hell of a relief and terrifying all at the same time, to finally arrive at what I knew to be a castle full of vampires.
I only hoped that I would find some sort of sanctuary within the high stone walls.
We boarded a small business sized jet at a private airstrip in Seattle. It was lavish but I wasn't surprised simply because the apartment we had stayed in was just as decadent. It would seem that these vampires had a taste for the good life, not that I really gave a shit at the moment. Sometimes it's funny, the things you'll think about when you're in shock.
Really, if I were to be honest, I was a mess, my emotions in such a turmoil that I couldn't tell you what I was feeling half the time. One emotion that was a constant was anger. I was pissed off. At everything and everyone, my self being foremost on the list. Why didn't I listen to Jake when he bitched about my topic of choice? Why the hell did I even give vampires a second thought for christ's sake? Why couldn't I have written Harry Potter fan fiction, or, or, oh fuck it. Just anything else but fucking vampires.
I glared over at my captor who was casually kicked back in his Italian leather luxury seat, reading a book, looking for all the world as if he were a normal, fuckhot, gorgeous, delicious, perfectly muscled and built man.
Shit. Now he's glancing over at me with a dirty smirk on his face, almost as if he can hear my thoughts. Fucker. I sneer at him and his smile widens as he goes back to reading.
I look away and start to wonder at this undeniable attraction that I feel for him. I've never been so attracted to someone in my life. Conversely, I've never hated someone so much either. How the totally opposite reactions can co-exist within the same person, for the same person, I'll never fucking know. It must be because of my screwed up mind.
Giving myself a mental shake, I look around for something to occupy my mind. A book, a magazine, anything.
Shit. There's nothing. What I wouldn't give for something to write with….. I sigh. I guess it's time to give up and ask.
Jesus. I feel the muscles in my jaw clench at the mere thought of asking him for anything, but I'm bored as hell and we still have hours to go on this flight to hell, so, yeah.
"Excuse me? Major Asshole, sir? Would you happen to have any writing implements on this aircraft?"
Faster than fucking lightning, I find myself face down over his lap. Just as I'm registering that fact, I feel swats start to land on my ass and they fucking hurt!
I struggle and try to kick but he has my legs pinned and the fucker is strong. I couldn't even wiggle.
"Let me go you fucking asshole! Let me go! I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you the first chance I get!"
Okay, this shit really hurts now. My ass is starting to feel like it's on fire and he's not letting up. I quit yelling just to concentrate on trying not to cry, and as soon as I did, he began talking.
"You know, I figured your common sense would tell you that calling me foul names would be against the rules, but I can see that I'm gonna have to spell everything out for you Isabella. So, is this clear enough for you? You may answer."
"Fuck you, asshole!"
Okay, so I sobbed it out, but I wasn't going to give him what he wanted. I'd die first. Problem was, it felt like I was in the midst of dying by flames, with my ass going first. Christ on a cracker, this hurt! Tears were now streaming down my cheeks and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
"Any time now Isabella. I can keep this up as long as I need to and you still have pants on my mate. The next stage will be on bare skin if you force my hand. I'll ask once more, since this is all new and I haven't given you a set of rules yet; do you now understand that it's against the rules to call me foul names? You may answer."
"Go fuck yourself asshole!
I was sobbing now and yeah, it was probably really stupid of me…..okay, it WAS really stupid of me to fuck with him right about now, but damn it, I had my pride. Well, as much as you can have face down over someone's lap when they're spanking your ass.
Again, quicker than I could register, he now had my ass bare and was starting up again. Fuck! If I thought it hurt before….
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! Please stop! I'm sorry!"
I hiccuped and sucked in air in relief when he stopped, all fight gone from me as I sagged over his lap.
"Will you answer the question now Isabella?"
My jaw clenched as I growled out my answer. "Yes, okay?! I understand that I shouldn't call you foul names! Happy now?!"
"That'll do for now. Your answer wasn't very respectful, but we'll work on that."
He stood me up and I gingerly fixed my pants, praying the flames on my ass would soon extinguish, especially since I had to sit through the remaining eight hours of the flight.
I stood there and watched as he walked over to a cabinet, opened it and gestured inside at a variety of books kept there.
"We do not have any writing implements, but we do have books if you'd care to help yourself. All you had to do was ask politely and we could have avoided all the unpleasantness. I'm not too terribly difficult to live with Isabella. I do not call you foul names and I expect the same courtesy."
He sat and I clenched my jaw in anger. "Yeah well, I didn't kill your best friend."
He sighed and looked up from his book. "I gave you time and privacy in the apartment to process and get over the incident Isabella. It's now in the past. Leave it there and your life will be much easier. Keep it between us and things will be very difficult. He was a wolf. He was my natural enemy. One of us was going to be destroyed that day and as I told you, I am a fighter and have always been. I remain undefeated. That's all there is to it. It's not as though it was personal."
"It was personal to me."
He nodded. "That much is obvious, but let me share something with you Isabella, eternity is a very long time to hold a grudge. You'll have to work through this sometime, hopefully in the very near future."
He went back to reading and I grudgingly admitted to myself that there was wisdom in his words. It was tough to do, let me tell you, but this was now my life and I had no intention of being miserable. Adapt and overcome, right?
Choosing a book from the cabinet, I made my way back to my seat and carefully sat down. Thankfully, sitting wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and I settled back with a good read, praying that it would absorb me fully for the next few hours.
I was shaken from the pages of my fictional world some hours later by the feeling of the plane pitching over into a descent. It was a bit startling. I had been on big commercial airliners, so was expecting the pleasant tickle in the stomach that you get with their slow descent. This was nothing like that and I wondered to myself if this pilot had flown military jets before getting this job. It felt like we were in a fucking dive.
Reaching around myself, I fished out the seat belt straps and hastily fastened the thing, as if being strapped to a hunk of metal, cushion and leather would save my ass if the pilot augered us into the fucking ground.
Jasper got up from his seat and grabbed the book I'd been reading, stowing it along with his, back in the cabinet which he closed and latched.
Retaking his seat, he broke the silence. "When we land, make sure that you stay close to me. You will be surrounded by vampires, none of whom are particularly fond of humans unless they are draining them. I will protect you and once it is commonly known that you are my mate, no one will dare touch you."
I nodded and looked out the window at the rapidly approaching landscape, praying that this pilot actually leveled and landed this thing on a runway as it still felt as though the fucker was out to do his best kamikaze impression.
It's funny how easy it is to think that you'd rather die than do this or that, but when faced with the real possibility, life suddenly becomes very precious.
No, I didn't want to die despite my current circumstances. My will to not only survive, but thrive welled up and determination filled me.
I glanced over at Major Jasper Whitlock and had to admit to myself that he'd been tolerable the few rare times I wasn't in his face spitting venomous words at him. Yeah, Jake's loss still made my heart ache terribly, but he had been part of a world that I didn't understand and was just barely coming to terms with concerning its actual existence.
Vampires.
Werewolves.
Natural enemies.
I would be a vampire very soon and would have lost Jake anyway, but I still mourned his death. Just knowing that he was still out there, living his life, would have been a comfort, but what's done is done and I can't bring him back. I would have to get beyond it and on with my life, which seemed to include one very hot but hard ass Major.
I was just starting to white knuckle the arms of the leather recliner I was strapped to when I felt the plane level and touch down mere seconds later. Fucking pilot. I got a mental picture of the asshole laughing his ass off in the cockpit. Sadistic bastard, whoever he was.
When the plane came to a complete stop, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had never liked flying but this landing had been particularly gut wrenching. It made me curious to see the ass that had flown the plane and as it turns out, I didn't have to wait long. The cockpit door opened and my breath caught in surprise as a blonde female strolled out.
"Hello Major.", she purred seductively. "Did you enjoy the flight?" She was now standing next to Jasper's seat, running her fingers through his hair, and the fucker was letting her.
He got that panty dropping dirty smirk on his face. "As always Janey, but the landing was the best part. Well done darlin'."
She smiled. "Thank you Major. You know I just love a good landing."
He chuckled. "Oh I know Janey. Just one of your many talents."
I wasn't sure why, but I was getting pissed. How dare this bitch touch him and worse yet, why the fuck did I care?
I was baffled by the situation and that served to piss me off even more. I glared over at him and he stood from his seat and walked over to the exit.
He held out a hand to me. "Time to go Isabella."
I was just rising when I heard the female speak. "What's this Major? Dinner?"
I glanced at her as I took his hand and her lip was curled as she stared at me.
"No Janey, this is my mate."
Jane's head whipped toward Jasper. "What?! Your mate?" She snarled. "I suppose that means that we're over", she eyed me with naked hatred, "now that you have this thing."
I jumped as the Major growled and was in her face instantly. "Show some respect. She is my true mate and will be turned soon. You'll be seeing a lot of her. Get used to it."
I watched as Jane seemed to deflate before my eyes, casting her gaze to the floor as she nodded. "I will miss what we had Major, but I understand."
With that, she exited the plane and got into the front seat of the waiting SUV.
Jasper watched her go and shook his head. "Watch out for her Isabella. Do not trust her for any reason." He looked at me. "Do you understand? Not for any reason."
I nodded, a feeling of foreboding filling me. "I understand."
"Good." He tugged my hand and we made our way to the SUV, climbing into the back seat.
"Welcome back Major."
Jasper inclined his head. "Demetri."
Demetri eyed me through the rearview mirror, his eyes hard and assessing. "What's that you have there Major? A gift perhaps?"
Jasper reclined back, a stern and cold expression on his face. "She is my true mate. You'd do well to keep your distance."
He all but hissed out his answer and it was chilling. I shivered as I heard Demetri's immediate answer.
"Yes sir Major. My apologies for offending you."
Jasper nodded once, sharply and all conversation ended, the rest of the ride silent, the tension in the air almost palpable.
It was one hell of a relief and terrifying all at the same time, to finally arrive at what I knew to be a castle full of vampires.
I only hoped that I would find some sort of sanctuary within the high stone walls.
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