Waiting For My Real Life To Begin
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 06
Stefan grabbed Elena as soon as his brother and his niece had faded completely. He was beyond concerned about the group of cold ones that had just showed up. He was able to tell that at least one of them was hostile at the moment and he was unwilling to risk injury to the girl he loved.
Once she was protected, he began to take stock of the entire situation.
There were six of them in total and he felt his heart sink. While he was stronger than cold ones, he was no where near as strong as he would need to be to defend against this many of them at once. If they intended to attack, he knew they were in trouble.
He was proven correct in the very next second as he was blindsided by the brown haired male causing Elena to be thrown several feet away from him. He heard bone crack and desperately wanted to go to her but the one who had attacked him was coming in for another pass and he spun out of reach, grabbing an arm and wrenching as hard as he could, tearing it from the body that was still in motion.
Fortunately, at that moment, the blond male stepped forward with his hands raised, a shout leaving him.
"Edward! We're not here to attack anyone! Stop this madness now!"
Stefan spun around in a crouch, surveying the situation in a second, while tossing the arm toward the group of cold ones, who were now restraining the brown haired male he could only assume to be this Edward that the blond had shouted at.
After making sure that no more attacks were forth-coming, Stefan went to Elena who was being held by Bonnie and Renée. Her eyes were wet with pain and he felt terrible for not protecting her well enough.
"Elena, I'm so sorry. I should have been more careful."
"Stefan! This wasn't your fault. I'm just glad we're all relatively okay. My arm will heal."
"Speaking of that, Damon left us some of his blood because it's more effective than mine. Do you want to heal instantly or the old fashioned way?"
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Let's save his blood for a true emergency. I can stand to wear a brace for a while. I don't think it's broken very badly and it is my left hand, so I should be okay."
He nodded. "Alright. Let's get you inside". They all stood and then looked to the group of cold ones.
Renée stepped forward, drying her tears with a tissue. "I'm assuming by his reaction", and she gestured at Edward, "that you are the Cullen's and he's Edward?"
Carlisle nodded and Stefan intervened. "Perhaps we should take this discussion inside as long as you're done attacking? I think we'd all be more comfortable there and Bonnie needs to rest and recover a bit before making her way home, not to mention Elena needs ice for her arm until I can get her to a doctor."
Once they were all seated inside, Stefan made the introductions of his group and Carlisle his.
Stefan noticed that Edward Cullen still looked angry, but that wasn't who he studied carefully now, albeit discreetly. No indeed, for most of his attention was focused on Jasper Whitlock, who seemed to be the most introverted of the group, standing off to the side as he was.
He also took note of the fact that Jasper made it a point to stay as far away from the humans in the room as he could and Stefan didn't have to wonder why. He would recognize that anxious and stressed look anywhere. He had endured those very feelings for many years after all. Jasper Whitlock was trying, with all his might, not to kill every human in the room.
Walking over to where Jasper stood, Stefan smiled at him sympathetically as he slid the nearest window open.
Jasper inclined his head in silent thanks and Stefan returned the gesture before returning to his place next to Elena, who was trying to console a teary eyed Renée.
Stefan decided to address the elephant in the room and get it over with.
"So why are you all here today Dr. Cullen? It seemed as though you felt you had business with my niece, but that is quite impossible now, so what, if anything can I do for you?"
Carlisle smiled congenially. "You are correct of course Stefan. We actually followed my other daughter Alice here. My son Edward hears the thoughts of others, and he heard some rather concerning things from her just before she disappeared. We followed her by credit card information as far as the airport here and from there we had to go by scent. That's why we are so far behind her.
I can tell by scent that she's been here already but it seems as though she's gone now and we still have not heard from her and we are worried."
They all heard Edward gasp and they turned to him as he stared in disbelief at Stefan.
"Why would you and your brother do such a thing?!"
Edward shot from his seat, holding his mending arm close to his chest and Carlisle stopped him from rushing at Stefan.
"What is it Edward? What's happened?"
Edward looked at his family members, lastly coming to Jasper. "She's gone." He snarled. "They destroyed her."
~o0o~
Bella and Damon materialized in similar fashion as they had disappeared; gradually and gently. As far as traveling went, she was sure that it was the only way to go.
Damon was moving as soon as they were sure it was safe to do so, checking the warehouse to make sure no one had witnessed their less than conventional arrival.
"Is everything alright Father?" Bella used the more formal speech patterns right away. They had agreed that doing so at all times was best so that they would lessen their chances of mistakes.
"I believe so Isabella. It looks as though we're alone here. I need to go hire a livery and I'll return shortly. I know that you can take care of yourself for the most part, but I want you to remain out of sight in here while I'm gone."
While Damon was busy checking out the building, Bella had been taking stock of herself. Her very changed self.
Oh, the changes were probably subtle to others, but she felt so different. She looked to her preoccupied father and walked toward him.
"Father?" She frowned as he still hadn't looked at her. "Could you please look at me?"
He glanced up and away quickly before whipping his head around to stare at her.
He approached and caressed her cheek all the while studying her face.
Giving him a pleading look, she decided to break his intense scrutiny.
"Please tell me I don't look like a 12-year-old! Because if I do, then this is all blown, and we may as well simply pack it in and I can go back home and be miserable!" She was beginning to panic the longer his silence stretched and he finally realized what he was doing.
"Bella, Bella, shh." He took her into his arms and rocked her side to side.
"Everything is fine. You don't look too young. You look to be the perfect age as a matter of fact. It's just you look so much like my little sister that I was shocked for a moment, that's all. You see, she died at your age, and I never got to see her mature. Now I know what she would have looked like had she lived. It just caught me off guard for a moment, that 's all."
"Oh. thank god because I thought this was all over and we've come so far..."
He set her away from him to see her face. "No, You look fine, just young, as you're supposed to. Now, I'll go get some transportation and you wait here. I shouldn't be long, but stay out of sight."
She nodded and he left, the echoing silence of the place surrounding her. Rubbing her arms to rid herself of her sudden unease, she walked to the window and peeked out. The street outside was alive with activity and she marveled at the strangeness of it all.
She felt a thrill go through her at finally being here and the prospect of interacting with this time and these people. She knew it would be a supreme challenge but she felt hopeful and optimistic, especially since she had her father there to guide her through it all.
The sound of the door opening had her spinning around, heart accelerating until she spied her father and she sighed in relief.
Damon smiled at her and grabbed the trunk. "Well daughter, shall we proceed to the hotel?"
Taking a deep breath, she nodded once. "Yes."
The hotel was just a few blocks away and so the ride in the livery was mercifully short. She couldn't say that she would recommend this mode of travel to anyone, especially over a distance of any length but she supposed she would have to get used to it. She was here for the foreseeable future after all. This may be her first ride in such a contraption, but she doubted it would be her last. She hoped so anyway.
Upon entering the hotel, her father escorted her to the seating area where she carefully perched on the edge of a seat to wait while he registered and paid at the desk.
She looked around the interior and was impressed at the opulence of the place. It was beautiful in a very antique sort of way and she allowed herself a small private smile at that thought.
She would bet money that the decor she was looking at was considered the most modern that money could buy.
She was brought out of her internal musings by a voice very close to her.
"Hello Miss. My name is Henry, Henry Cline. I'm the bell boy here. Do you have need of assistance? I'd be happy to ….."
He didn't get to finish as her father cut in quite smoothly.
"Our trunk is by the front desk. Thank you for your assistance." He held out his hand to help Bella up, and pulled her hand through the crook of his arm. "Come along daughter."
She smiled at Damon discreetly. She had passed her first etiquette test by not responding to an unfamiliar male.
Once they were in their suite and the bell boy gone, Bella breathed out a very small sigh of relief and looked at her father.
"I can't believe we're here. I can't believe that the spell worked, even the age regression part of it. I mean, I know that you said that it would work, but I guess I didn't really believe it until now.
Damon nodded as he poured a drink. "Yeah, Bonnie's many talents take some getting use to and even still, sometimes she surprises me, so don't feel bad for doubting."
He smirked and saluted with the glass before downing it.
"I need to look into hiring a lady's maid for you. Once I do that, we need to dress for dinner. It's at 7:00 sharp and I put us down for a table."
Bella gasped, eyes wide. "But how am I going to dress this evening without aide? Until I get a lady's maid, it's going to be he…..um, very difficult."
"I guess that you are most fortunate in that your Papa just happens to excel in all things women's wear, two centuries running."
He shot her a wicked smirk.
"Papa, no, do not look at me with that smirk on your face for one thing and for another….I cannot possibly have you helping me dress! What are you thinking?"
He gave her a flat look. "Bella dear, two words; modern swimsuit. Would you hesitate to walk in front of me with a swimsuit on?"
She shook her head.
He nodded and poured another drink. "I rest my case. You've got on more clothes under that dress than you wore over the entire summer in Arizona, and don't roll your eyes at me daughter. I know I'm right, just don't ask me how I know."
She gasped, the back of one hand draped across her brow, eyes wide. "You mean your virtue is sullied?"
He smirked at her. "Decidedly so my dear, just don't bandy that about."
She laughed. "I'll be sure to keep it quiet."
~o0o~
The dining room was almost full when they arrived and Bella had the sneaking suspicion that her father had planned it that way. She hated it of course, but they had a mission to accomplish here and hiding out wasn't going to get things done. So, she put on a demure smile and clutched to his arm as he escorted her to her seat.
After taking her seat, she looked over the menu and glanced at her father who had a tiny smirk on his face.
"I don't suppose they have any pasta dishes?"
He grinned at her. "No. Just go with the roast beef. It's your safest option."
She nodded. "Roast beef it is then." She glanced at him again, leaned in just a bit and whispered.
"What is a parsnip?"
He cocked a brow. "Go with the potatoes."
She huffed a bit and nodded.
She glanced up again and he didn't even look away from his menu.
"Go with the pie."
She closed her mouth that had been open, poised to voice a question, and shot him a dark look.
Damon placed his menu down and surveyed the room, making mental notes as he went. He'd have to make sure to speak to some of the men present especially if he wanted to successfully make the investments he had planned.
"Bella, after dinner I'll be joining the men for after dinner discussion in the library.
You may either retire to our suite or gather with the ladies in the parlor."
"I think I'll return to our suite. I'm rather tired."
He shot her a doubtful look, but then nodded. He knew she was avoiding the social interaction, but he'd give her today. It had been a long day after all.
Bella sighed in relief when her father didn't argue her decision. Yeah, she was putting off the inevitable, but she just wasn't up to it today. She needed a breather before diving in to the shark tank, plus she realized one more thing of vital importance; she needed some blood. It had been a while and she was feeling the effects.
After taking Bella back to their suite, Damon made his way to the library where all the men were gathered. He had already met a man by the name of Henry Franken when he'd been registering earlier in the lobby.
Turns out, Mr. Franken was the business partner of one Thomas J. Whitlock and both men were heavily invested in the Houston shipping and railroad interests.
Entering the library, he spotted Mr. Franken and made his way to him.
"Ah, Mr. Salvatore! I was just mentioning you to my partner here. Thomas Whitlock, I'd like you to meet Mr. Damon Salvatore of Virginia."
He faced the man and had to admit that he was impressed by what he saw. The man appeared to be kind but shrewd and self-assured.
Surprisingly, Damon liked him immediately.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Whitlock."
They shook hands. "The pleasure's mine Mr. Salvatore. So will you be settling here in our fair city for a time, or are you traveling?"
"Oh I'll be settling . I have a daughter and she requires it."
Thomas nodded. "I understand completely. I myself have three children; a son and two daughters. My son just finished up his Academy education and will be joining me in the family business."
Mr Franken interjected. "Ah, he's a sharp one, your Jasper." He turned to Damon.
"His son, Jasper finished his academy education a full two years early you see. He's just turned sixteen. Aye, I certainly wish my daughter were younger. He'll make a fine husband for some fortunate girl. Alas, my daughter is too old for him otherwise we would have made the match, I daresay."
Damon Inclined his head. "He does indeed sound like an impressive young man Mr. Whitlock. You have my congratulations on his success. You must be very proud."
"I am Mr. Salvatore, but only because he's earned every bit of regard I have for him."
Mr. Franken lit his pipe and eyed Damon. "Perhaps you'll meet him when you join us in meetings soon, Mr. Salvatore."
He turned to his partner. "I have arranged to meet with Mr Salvatore here to talk about the investments he desires to make in our fair city's shipping and railroad businesses."
Thomas turned to him. "Indeed?" Upon Damon's nod to the affirmative, he continued.
"Well, perhaps we should make an evening of it then, so that we may welcome you and your daughter to Houston properly. Would you and your daughter care to attend dinner at my home, say this Thursday next?"
Damon inclined his head. "We'd be honored Mr. Whitlock. We appreciate your hospitality."
"Nonsense. The pleasure is ours. It's the least we can do to welcome you. Depending on her age, perhaps your daughter will find friends in my two."
Damon nodded with a tiny smile. "Perhaps, yes. She's fifteen so she needs the support of young ladies her age, especially since she lost her mother. I'm a poor substitute at best, I fear."
"Ah, well she's a bit older than my girls at twelve and fourteen, but I'm sure they will get along fine."
Damon smiled and nodded.
"Well gentlemen, I must beg your pardon for the rest of the evening. I have a busy day planned for tomorrow. Turns out, settling in is quite a bit of work with a daughter of courting age."
He chuckled as he took note of Mr. Whitlock's thinly veiled interest.
"Yes, I don't envy you and I'm dreading it with my eldest daughter. Only one more year and I will find myself in similar circumstances."
Damon nodded. "My burden will be greatly eased once I find a proper lady's maid for her. That is a priority just ahead of finding a suitable residence."
Mr. Franken spoke then. "I will ask my wife about a lady's maid. If she know's of any, we'll send word to you here so that you may arrange a time to meet the candidates. As for a suitable residence, I have just the place in mind!"
He turned to Thomas. "I was thinking of the old Lawson estate. What say you Thomas?"
"Aye, that would be a good one to start with." He turned to Damon. "I'll have my solicitor call on you early tomorrow. Perhaps he may help you in the procurement of a property? He knows of several in the area."
Damon shook their hands in turn. "Once again, I'm humbled by your kindness and gladly accept. Thank you gentlemen, and I bid you both a pleasant evening. I look forward to seeing you both Thursday next."
~o0o~
Damon made his way back to the suite and entered quietly. The evening had been an overwhelming success as far as he was concerned, and he looked forward to sharing the news with Bella.
He found her curled up on the sofa with a book. She looked up as he entered the room, pouring himself a drink before settling in the arm chair next to her.
"Well? How did it go?"
He smirked at her? "You doubt my considerable skill in the art of high society social interaction Daughter?"
She shot him a smirk that was startlingly like his own. "Of course not. I'm sure you could, and have, charmed the pants right off of anyone you set your sights on, even without compelling them. Now quit toying with me and tell me! I'm dying here!"
She swatted at his arm and he dodged it with a mock indignant look as he pointed to the full glass in his hand.
"It's extremely bad form to spill a man's drink sweetheart; even worse if it's your loving father's." He shook his head in feigned sorrow. "After all I've done for you…"
She smiled with all the gentility she could muster. "Daddy? If you don't tell me right now, I'm going to be your worst female child nightmare over the next few days, especially in the shops we must visit. I feel the need for a complete new wardrobe coming on, hats and shoes included."
His eyes widened a bit at the threat. "God, you really are my child aren't you? Pure evil wrapped in beauty and sweetness. Fine, you win, this time."
He smirked and took a drink, savoring the aged bourbon and drawing it out before he relented with a grin just as her face was being overtaken by a dark scowl.
"I was introduced to one Thomas J. Whitlock this evening and we have a dinner invitation to his home for Thursday evening."
~o0o~
Bella sat in front of the three way mirror that topped her vanity table in her new room thinking about the whirlwind that had been the last two days.
Her father had really come through for them.
They now had a lovely estate home on the edge of the city. It was large and comfortable and Bella loved it. It also had a full staff with a cook, a butler and two maids all of whom had been with the estate for more than a few years and were more than happy to learn that they would be able to stay on in their original capacities. It was a very amiable arrangement for all involved and Bella was glad to see the smiles on their faces as the introductions were made. It was turning out to be a very happy household which was a relief to her.
He had also managed to find a wonderful young woman by the name of Emily to serve as her lady's maid. She was a wonder with all things having to do with hair and dress and Bella was beyond thankful especially when they had gone shopping to expand her wardrobe.
Despite her threat to her father, Bella had dreaded that particular excursion, but she would never admit that to Damon. Just seeing his anxious expression as she entered the dress shop was worth keeping her reluctance to herself.
"What has such a secret smile upon your face this afternoon Miss? Could it be the prospect of the company of a young gentleman this evening?"
Bella jumped at the sound of Emily's voice behind her.
"Goodness Emily! We're going to have to put bells on you if you keep startling me so!"
"Well Miss, if you wouldn't keep losing yourself to daydreams, I wouldn't startle you in the first place, now would I?" She smiled at her young charge.
Bella gave her a mock disgruntled look in the mirror before smiling.
"I suppose not Emily. And in answer to your question, it was not a young gentleman I was thinking of but the look on my father's face as I entered the dress shop yesterday."
She giggled just thinking of it again.
Emily shook her head and tsk'ed at Bella. "Poor Mr. Salvatore, burdened with such an unsympathetic daughter!
You should be ashamed of yourself Miss, enjoying his discomfort such as ye are!"
Bella sighed and frowned. "Fine, take away all of my fun why don't you."
Emily began moving around the room, pulling things from the wardrobe and drawers, laying out various items on the bed just before opening the door to the maids who entered the bathing room with huge steaming buckets of water.
"Up with you now Miss. You must be ready by six sharp if you are to be on time for dinner at the Whitlock estate."
Rising from the plush vanity bench, Bella's stomach filled with the flutters of what felt like an army of butterflies upon the reminder of where and with whom she would be spending her evening.
She began to wonder what he would look like as a human at the age of sixteen. Would he be lanky; all arms and legs? Or would he have already filled out somewhat into the man he would ultimately be? What color were his eyes? What would his personality be like? Arrogant? Shy? Strong and self assured? Cocky? Would he be a gentleman toward her or would he shun her as a newcomer?
All these things she pondered as she absently undressed and lowered herself into the tub, sighing as the hot water relaxed her knotted muscles.
Her father's blood had helped immensely but she hadn't felt the same since she had been denied a decent proximity to her true mate.
She was sure just being in the same room as him for a time would do wonders and she looked forward to this evening for that benefit, if for no other reason.
She just hoped that he would not reject her outright for she was certain that, as a human, he would not feel the effects of the mating bond as profoundly as he had as a vampire, even though he had obviously ignored the bond even then for whatever reason until the night of her birthday, when his instincts no longer could.
She wondered if vampire Jasper had realized what had happened that night. She sighed as she began to bathe.
She may never have answers to such questions. She needed to focus on the here and now. Tonight she would do her best to charm one human Jasper Whitlock.
~o0o~
She descended the stairs to her father carefully, gloved hand gripping the banister lightly.
It wouldn't do to take a tumble down the stairs after all. She mentally rolled her eyes as she thought of the fact that she was most likely, the worlds first and only clumsy member of the vampire race. How she'd been lucky enough to win that particular lottery she wasn't sure, but the fact remained; she was.
Damon watched as his daughter descended the stairs. She was lovely and he was in just a bit of awe at the fact that this beautiful creature was his daughter.
He felt a renewed sense of determination as she joined him, taking the arm he offered. He would see her happy and settled, and god help any who stand in the way of that.
~o0o~
The carriage ride to the Whitlock estate was short; walking distance really. Still, not practical in all of their finery. They weren't quite as dressed up as they would have been for a ball, but it was close.
Still, as short as the ride was, Bella found herself having to breathe deeply a few times to try and control her nerves. At least as deeply as she could in the corset she was trussed into. She caught her father studying her as they pulled up in front of the home and she sent him a shaky smile.
"Bella, are you alright?" He'd obviously heard her racing heart and shaky breaths. "You aren't going to faint on me are you?"
For once in her life, she couldn't become indignant at that question because she herself wasn't entirely sure of the answer.
Looking at him seriously she answered. "I don't think so. I just need to stand straight and take some air. The sooner we get out of this carriage the better."
He nodded and popped the door open, not waiting on the attendant, and promptly handed her out of the carriage, supporting her with a hand at her elbow as she made a little circuit, taking in as much air as possible.
Once she was feeling better, she nodded to her father, taking his offered arm properly, and they made their way to the door.
The butler answered the door and they waited while he announced their presence. They were then escorted to the parlor for introductions and to await dinner.
Bella clutched to her father's arm and he patted her hand in comfort as he looked in her eyes. That one look spoke volumes to Bella. It said I'm with you, I'll support you, and I'll go over and through anyone I have to just to see you happy.
She smiled at him and he nodded, knowing that she got it.
Once in the room, Bella could see that this was a small dinner party with just a few guests which relieved her somewhat.
They were approached by who could only be their hosts. She could see the resemblance in both Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock to their son for he was a perfect blend of the couple speaking to her father at the moment.
Then her father got her attention from her musings. "Isabella, I'd like you to meet our hosts for this evening, Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock. Mr and Mrs. Whitlock, this is my daughter Isabella."
Performing a perfect curtsy, she spoke. "It's wonderful to make your acquaintance Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock. I thank you for having us in this evening."
Mrs. Whitlock smiled warmly. "My what a beautiful daughter you have raised Mr. Salvatore. And such a proper young lady! You must be very proud."
He inclined his head. "I am to be sure, Madam. She is the light in my life."
"Well, may I introduce her to my daughters Mr. Salvatore? I am sure you men would like to have a chance to speak before dinner begins and it would just bore her, I'm sure."
"That would be lovely Mrs. Whitlock. Thank you."
"Come along dear. I'm sure that you will get along splendidly with my daughters and they will adore you. Young ladies your age and station are not very plentiful here in Houston I'm afraid, so it would be best to find friends in each other! This is such an important time in the life of a young lady and you need the support that other young ladies can provide!"
Bella smiled. "I do agree with you Mrs. Whitlock and I look forward to forming friendships with your daughters."
"Wonderful dear! Ah, here we are! Miss Isabella Salvatore, may I introduce my daughters Julia Lynn Whitlock and Jane Ann Whitlock."
They all curtsied to each other and took seats while Mrs. Whitlock left to see to other guests.
"So Isabella, how do you like Houston so far? Papa told us that you have only just moved here from Virginia?"
Julia smiled warmly at her while awaiting a response and Isabella decided that she liked her already. She seemed very genuine.
"Yes. That is true, and I like it very much so far. It's beautiful here and the city is very pleasing."
Jane spoke up then. "Papa told us that your father purchased the old Lawson estate. How do you like it? Julia and I have never been inside it but we're told by our mother that it's very pleasing. Old Mr. Lawson died without heirs you see and never entertained in our lifetimes at least. I'm sure he did when his wife was alive and he was active in the community. It would have been a shame if they hadn't because it's such a grand home from what we're told."
Julia reached over and laid a hand on her little sister's arm. "Goodness Jane, let her answer! As it is, she can't get a word in edge-wise!"
Jane blushed to her roots while sneaking a glance at Bella who smiled at her and her sister warmly.
"It's quite all right. I don't mind. Now, in answer to your questions, I love the estate. It's a wonderful home, and your mother was quite right, it's very grand inside. Perhaps your parents would consent to your visiting very soon? I would love to have you over for tea perhaps, and maybe a game or two?"
Jane bounced in her seat as Julia smiled. "I'm sure Mama would consent to such and we'd obviously love to attend a tea with you."
Both she and Bella smiled widely as Jane could barely contain her excitement.
~o0o~
Jasper sighed to himself as he adjusted his cuffs. Yet another dinner party loomed ahead and he simply wasn't looking forward to it. He supposed he must get used to these functions as he was no longer considered a child as he was joining his father in the business world. These sorts of dinners would be common place in his life from now on after all. To dread them would literally be to dread a goodly portion of his life and he simply couldn't see resigning himself to such misery.
So thinking, he straightened his shoulders and resolved to find something enjoyable in each and every dinner party he had to attend from this day forward.
Arriving in the parlor where everyone was gathered, he found his father and went to him immediately. He seemed to be in deep conversation with a man he'd never seen before. The man looked to be very self assured and relaxed, even in an unfamiliar environment which impressed Jasper. Not many men could manage such ease around such notable company after all.
It spoke to either the mans confidence in himself and his abilities or arrogance.
Jasper would reserve judgement until he was able to speak to the man himself or at least observe him for a time in conversation with others.
"Ah, Jasper! Son, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Damon Salvatore, lately of Virginia. He and his lovely daughter have just purchased and settled in the old Lawson estate. They have settled here for the foreseeable future and Mr. Salvatore may well become a third partner in our business."
Jasper's eyebrows rose just a bit and he turned to the new comer, hand extended.
"I am pleased to make your acquaintance Mr. Salvatore and welcome to our fair city of Houston. I hope your stay here is long and profitable."
They shook and Jasper nearly shivered at the contact. He got an odd feeling from Mr. Salvatore. Not necessarily bad, but not entirely good either. He would keep a careful eye on the man, to be sure.
Damon had never met someone whose gaze seem to pierce straight through him, until today that is. The young man in front of him seemed to read him within seconds and it wasn't an entirely comfortable sensation. He felt he would have to be very careful around Jasper Whitlock in order to maintain his secrets; very careful indeed.
Damon had gone back to his conversation with Mr. Whitlock and Mr. Franken but kept half an eye on young Jasper as that one surveyed the room.
He nearly laughed when the young one's slow gaze locked on the corner his daughter currently occupied and his eyes widened perceptibly.
At a lull in the conversation, Jasper addressed his father.
"If I may, who is seated with my sisters this evening? I don't believe I've ever seen her."
Mr. Whitlock smiled with a knowing look in his eye as he answered his son.
"That would be Miss Isabella Salvatore, Mr. Salvatore's daughter. She is beautiful, is she not son?"
Jasper was entranced. She was beyond beautiful and he resolved to meet her as soon as the introduction could be made.
"She is indeed father." He murmured out somewhat distractedly. Then as if shaking himself from a trance, he faced his father.
"Where is mother? I would see to the other guests with her. I wouldn't want to be seen as unsociable after all."
His father had trouble at that point, in containing his considerable mirth but he managed an answer. I do believe that I spied her last near the kitchen, checking on dinner I would assume. I am sure she would welcome an escort from her attentive son as she makes her hostess rounds before the meal."
Jasper nodded once and was off with single-minded determination.
Mr. Whitlock looked at Damon and Mr. Franken and began to chuckle along with them at his son's transparency.
Mr. Franken sighed in nostalgia. "Ah the perils of youth. Such a wondrous time!"
Mr Whitlock looked seriously at Damon. "I'm of a mind to warn you that you may have a request for courtship to consider very soon Mr. Salvatore. Jasper is a very serious and very determined young man who doesn't dither when he wants something. He's not at all like other young men his age. He's more like a shrewd seasoned businessman trapped in the body of a youth and he's always been that way."
Damon nodded. "As long as he's a respectable young man of means and my daughter deems him acceptable, then such an arrangement will be welcomed. I am well assured already on the former, now all we need know is the outcome of the latter."
Damon held up his glass in a salute and the other two men followed suit. One thing they could agree on; it would be interesting to watch and see what happens.
Stefan grabbed Elena as soon as his brother and his niece had faded completely. He was beyond concerned about the group of cold ones that had just showed up. He was able to tell that at least one of them was hostile at the moment and he was unwilling to risk injury to the girl he loved.
Once she was protected, he began to take stock of the entire situation.
There were six of them in total and he felt his heart sink. While he was stronger than cold ones, he was no where near as strong as he would need to be to defend against this many of them at once. If they intended to attack, he knew they were in trouble.
He was proven correct in the very next second as he was blindsided by the brown haired male causing Elena to be thrown several feet away from him. He heard bone crack and desperately wanted to go to her but the one who had attacked him was coming in for another pass and he spun out of reach, grabbing an arm and wrenching as hard as he could, tearing it from the body that was still in motion.
Fortunately, at that moment, the blond male stepped forward with his hands raised, a shout leaving him.
"Edward! We're not here to attack anyone! Stop this madness now!"
Stefan spun around in a crouch, surveying the situation in a second, while tossing the arm toward the group of cold ones, who were now restraining the brown haired male he could only assume to be this Edward that the blond had shouted at.
After making sure that no more attacks were forth-coming, Stefan went to Elena who was being held by Bonnie and Renée. Her eyes were wet with pain and he felt terrible for not protecting her well enough.
"Elena, I'm so sorry. I should have been more careful."
"Stefan! This wasn't your fault. I'm just glad we're all relatively okay. My arm will heal."
"Speaking of that, Damon left us some of his blood because it's more effective than mine. Do you want to heal instantly or the old fashioned way?"
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Let's save his blood for a true emergency. I can stand to wear a brace for a while. I don't think it's broken very badly and it is my left hand, so I should be okay."
He nodded. "Alright. Let's get you inside". They all stood and then looked to the group of cold ones.
Renée stepped forward, drying her tears with a tissue. "I'm assuming by his reaction", and she gestured at Edward, "that you are the Cullen's and he's Edward?"
Carlisle nodded and Stefan intervened. "Perhaps we should take this discussion inside as long as you're done attacking? I think we'd all be more comfortable there and Bonnie needs to rest and recover a bit before making her way home, not to mention Elena needs ice for her arm until I can get her to a doctor."
Once they were all seated inside, Stefan made the introductions of his group and Carlisle his.
Stefan noticed that Edward Cullen still looked angry, but that wasn't who he studied carefully now, albeit discreetly. No indeed, for most of his attention was focused on Jasper Whitlock, who seemed to be the most introverted of the group, standing off to the side as he was.
He also took note of the fact that Jasper made it a point to stay as far away from the humans in the room as he could and Stefan didn't have to wonder why. He would recognize that anxious and stressed look anywhere. He had endured those very feelings for many years after all. Jasper Whitlock was trying, with all his might, not to kill every human in the room.
Walking over to where Jasper stood, Stefan smiled at him sympathetically as he slid the nearest window open.
Jasper inclined his head in silent thanks and Stefan returned the gesture before returning to his place next to Elena, who was trying to console a teary eyed Renée.
Stefan decided to address the elephant in the room and get it over with.
"So why are you all here today Dr. Cullen? It seemed as though you felt you had business with my niece, but that is quite impossible now, so what, if anything can I do for you?"
Carlisle smiled congenially. "You are correct of course Stefan. We actually followed my other daughter Alice here. My son Edward hears the thoughts of others, and he heard some rather concerning things from her just before she disappeared. We followed her by credit card information as far as the airport here and from there we had to go by scent. That's why we are so far behind her.
I can tell by scent that she's been here already but it seems as though she's gone now and we still have not heard from her and we are worried."
They all heard Edward gasp and they turned to him as he stared in disbelief at Stefan.
"Why would you and your brother do such a thing?!"
Edward shot from his seat, holding his mending arm close to his chest and Carlisle stopped him from rushing at Stefan.
"What is it Edward? What's happened?"
Edward looked at his family members, lastly coming to Jasper. "She's gone." He snarled. "They destroyed her."
~o0o~
Bella and Damon materialized in similar fashion as they had disappeared; gradually and gently. As far as traveling went, she was sure that it was the only way to go.
Damon was moving as soon as they were sure it was safe to do so, checking the warehouse to make sure no one had witnessed their less than conventional arrival.
"Is everything alright Father?" Bella used the more formal speech patterns right away. They had agreed that doing so at all times was best so that they would lessen their chances of mistakes.
"I believe so Isabella. It looks as though we're alone here. I need to go hire a livery and I'll return shortly. I know that you can take care of yourself for the most part, but I want you to remain out of sight in here while I'm gone."
While Damon was busy checking out the building, Bella had been taking stock of herself. Her very changed self.
Oh, the changes were probably subtle to others, but she felt so different. She looked to her preoccupied father and walked toward him.
"Father?" She frowned as he still hadn't looked at her. "Could you please look at me?"
He glanced up and away quickly before whipping his head around to stare at her.
He approached and caressed her cheek all the while studying her face.
Giving him a pleading look, she decided to break his intense scrutiny.
"Please tell me I don't look like a 12-year-old! Because if I do, then this is all blown, and we may as well simply pack it in and I can go back home and be miserable!" She was beginning to panic the longer his silence stretched and he finally realized what he was doing.
"Bella, Bella, shh." He took her into his arms and rocked her side to side.
"Everything is fine. You don't look too young. You look to be the perfect age as a matter of fact. It's just you look so much like my little sister that I was shocked for a moment, that's all. You see, she died at your age, and I never got to see her mature. Now I know what she would have looked like had she lived. It just caught me off guard for a moment, that 's all."
"Oh. thank god because I thought this was all over and we've come so far..."
He set her away from him to see her face. "No, You look fine, just young, as you're supposed to. Now, I'll go get some transportation and you wait here. I shouldn't be long, but stay out of sight."
She nodded and he left, the echoing silence of the place surrounding her. Rubbing her arms to rid herself of her sudden unease, she walked to the window and peeked out. The street outside was alive with activity and she marveled at the strangeness of it all.
She felt a thrill go through her at finally being here and the prospect of interacting with this time and these people. She knew it would be a supreme challenge but she felt hopeful and optimistic, especially since she had her father there to guide her through it all.
The sound of the door opening had her spinning around, heart accelerating until she spied her father and she sighed in relief.
Damon smiled at her and grabbed the trunk. "Well daughter, shall we proceed to the hotel?"
Taking a deep breath, she nodded once. "Yes."
The hotel was just a few blocks away and so the ride in the livery was mercifully short. She couldn't say that she would recommend this mode of travel to anyone, especially over a distance of any length but she supposed she would have to get used to it. She was here for the foreseeable future after all. This may be her first ride in such a contraption, but she doubted it would be her last. She hoped so anyway.
Upon entering the hotel, her father escorted her to the seating area where she carefully perched on the edge of a seat to wait while he registered and paid at the desk.
She looked around the interior and was impressed at the opulence of the place. It was beautiful in a very antique sort of way and she allowed herself a small private smile at that thought.
She would bet money that the decor she was looking at was considered the most modern that money could buy.
She was brought out of her internal musings by a voice very close to her.
"Hello Miss. My name is Henry, Henry Cline. I'm the bell boy here. Do you have need of assistance? I'd be happy to ….."
He didn't get to finish as her father cut in quite smoothly.
"Our trunk is by the front desk. Thank you for your assistance." He held out his hand to help Bella up, and pulled her hand through the crook of his arm. "Come along daughter."
She smiled at Damon discreetly. She had passed her first etiquette test by not responding to an unfamiliar male.
Once they were in their suite and the bell boy gone, Bella breathed out a very small sigh of relief and looked at her father.
"I can't believe we're here. I can't believe that the spell worked, even the age regression part of it. I mean, I know that you said that it would work, but I guess I didn't really believe it until now.
Damon nodded as he poured a drink. "Yeah, Bonnie's many talents take some getting use to and even still, sometimes she surprises me, so don't feel bad for doubting."
He smirked and saluted with the glass before downing it.
"I need to look into hiring a lady's maid for you. Once I do that, we need to dress for dinner. It's at 7:00 sharp and I put us down for a table."
Bella gasped, eyes wide. "But how am I going to dress this evening without aide? Until I get a lady's maid, it's going to be he…..um, very difficult."
"I guess that you are most fortunate in that your Papa just happens to excel in all things women's wear, two centuries running."
He shot her a wicked smirk.
"Papa, no, do not look at me with that smirk on your face for one thing and for another….I cannot possibly have you helping me dress! What are you thinking?"
He gave her a flat look. "Bella dear, two words; modern swimsuit. Would you hesitate to walk in front of me with a swimsuit on?"
She shook her head.
He nodded and poured another drink. "I rest my case. You've got on more clothes under that dress than you wore over the entire summer in Arizona, and don't roll your eyes at me daughter. I know I'm right, just don't ask me how I know."
She gasped, the back of one hand draped across her brow, eyes wide. "You mean your virtue is sullied?"
He smirked at her. "Decidedly so my dear, just don't bandy that about."
She laughed. "I'll be sure to keep it quiet."
~o0o~
The dining room was almost full when they arrived and Bella had the sneaking suspicion that her father had planned it that way. She hated it of course, but they had a mission to accomplish here and hiding out wasn't going to get things done. So, she put on a demure smile and clutched to his arm as he escorted her to her seat.
After taking her seat, she looked over the menu and glanced at her father who had a tiny smirk on his face.
"I don't suppose they have any pasta dishes?"
He grinned at her. "No. Just go with the roast beef. It's your safest option."
She nodded. "Roast beef it is then." She glanced at him again, leaned in just a bit and whispered.
"What is a parsnip?"
He cocked a brow. "Go with the potatoes."
She huffed a bit and nodded.
She glanced up again and he didn't even look away from his menu.
"Go with the pie."
She closed her mouth that had been open, poised to voice a question, and shot him a dark look.
Damon placed his menu down and surveyed the room, making mental notes as he went. He'd have to make sure to speak to some of the men present especially if he wanted to successfully make the investments he had planned.
"Bella, after dinner I'll be joining the men for after dinner discussion in the library.
You may either retire to our suite or gather with the ladies in the parlor."
"I think I'll return to our suite. I'm rather tired."
He shot her a doubtful look, but then nodded. He knew she was avoiding the social interaction, but he'd give her today. It had been a long day after all.
Bella sighed in relief when her father didn't argue her decision. Yeah, she was putting off the inevitable, but she just wasn't up to it today. She needed a breather before diving in to the shark tank, plus she realized one more thing of vital importance; she needed some blood. It had been a while and she was feeling the effects.
After taking Bella back to their suite, Damon made his way to the library where all the men were gathered. He had already met a man by the name of Henry Franken when he'd been registering earlier in the lobby.
Turns out, Mr. Franken was the business partner of one Thomas J. Whitlock and both men were heavily invested in the Houston shipping and railroad interests.
Entering the library, he spotted Mr. Franken and made his way to him.
"Ah, Mr. Salvatore! I was just mentioning you to my partner here. Thomas Whitlock, I'd like you to meet Mr. Damon Salvatore of Virginia."
He faced the man and had to admit that he was impressed by what he saw. The man appeared to be kind but shrewd and self-assured.
Surprisingly, Damon liked him immediately.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Whitlock."
They shook hands. "The pleasure's mine Mr. Salvatore. So will you be settling here in our fair city for a time, or are you traveling?"
"Oh I'll be settling . I have a daughter and she requires it."
Thomas nodded. "I understand completely. I myself have three children; a son and two daughters. My son just finished up his Academy education and will be joining me in the family business."
Mr Franken interjected. "Ah, he's a sharp one, your Jasper." He turned to Damon.
"His son, Jasper finished his academy education a full two years early you see. He's just turned sixteen. Aye, I certainly wish my daughter were younger. He'll make a fine husband for some fortunate girl. Alas, my daughter is too old for him otherwise we would have made the match, I daresay."
Damon Inclined his head. "He does indeed sound like an impressive young man Mr. Whitlock. You have my congratulations on his success. You must be very proud."
"I am Mr. Salvatore, but only because he's earned every bit of regard I have for him."
Mr. Franken lit his pipe and eyed Damon. "Perhaps you'll meet him when you join us in meetings soon, Mr. Salvatore."
He turned to his partner. "I have arranged to meet with Mr Salvatore here to talk about the investments he desires to make in our fair city's shipping and railroad businesses."
Thomas turned to him. "Indeed?" Upon Damon's nod to the affirmative, he continued.
"Well, perhaps we should make an evening of it then, so that we may welcome you and your daughter to Houston properly. Would you and your daughter care to attend dinner at my home, say this Thursday next?"
Damon inclined his head. "We'd be honored Mr. Whitlock. We appreciate your hospitality."
"Nonsense. The pleasure is ours. It's the least we can do to welcome you. Depending on her age, perhaps your daughter will find friends in my two."
Damon nodded with a tiny smile. "Perhaps, yes. She's fifteen so she needs the support of young ladies her age, especially since she lost her mother. I'm a poor substitute at best, I fear."
"Ah, well she's a bit older than my girls at twelve and fourteen, but I'm sure they will get along fine."
Damon smiled and nodded.
"Well gentlemen, I must beg your pardon for the rest of the evening. I have a busy day planned for tomorrow. Turns out, settling in is quite a bit of work with a daughter of courting age."
He chuckled as he took note of Mr. Whitlock's thinly veiled interest.
"Yes, I don't envy you and I'm dreading it with my eldest daughter. Only one more year and I will find myself in similar circumstances."
Damon nodded. "My burden will be greatly eased once I find a proper lady's maid for her. That is a priority just ahead of finding a suitable residence."
Mr. Franken spoke then. "I will ask my wife about a lady's maid. If she know's of any, we'll send word to you here so that you may arrange a time to meet the candidates. As for a suitable residence, I have just the place in mind!"
He turned to Thomas. "I was thinking of the old Lawson estate. What say you Thomas?"
"Aye, that would be a good one to start with." He turned to Damon. "I'll have my solicitor call on you early tomorrow. Perhaps he may help you in the procurement of a property? He knows of several in the area."
Damon shook their hands in turn. "Once again, I'm humbled by your kindness and gladly accept. Thank you gentlemen, and I bid you both a pleasant evening. I look forward to seeing you both Thursday next."
~o0o~
Damon made his way back to the suite and entered quietly. The evening had been an overwhelming success as far as he was concerned, and he looked forward to sharing the news with Bella.
He found her curled up on the sofa with a book. She looked up as he entered the room, pouring himself a drink before settling in the arm chair next to her.
"Well? How did it go?"
He smirked at her? "You doubt my considerable skill in the art of high society social interaction Daughter?"
She shot him a smirk that was startlingly like his own. "Of course not. I'm sure you could, and have, charmed the pants right off of anyone you set your sights on, even without compelling them. Now quit toying with me and tell me! I'm dying here!"
She swatted at his arm and he dodged it with a mock indignant look as he pointed to the full glass in his hand.
"It's extremely bad form to spill a man's drink sweetheart; even worse if it's your loving father's." He shook his head in feigned sorrow. "After all I've done for you…"
She smiled with all the gentility she could muster. "Daddy? If you don't tell me right now, I'm going to be your worst female child nightmare over the next few days, especially in the shops we must visit. I feel the need for a complete new wardrobe coming on, hats and shoes included."
His eyes widened a bit at the threat. "God, you really are my child aren't you? Pure evil wrapped in beauty and sweetness. Fine, you win, this time."
He smirked and took a drink, savoring the aged bourbon and drawing it out before he relented with a grin just as her face was being overtaken by a dark scowl.
"I was introduced to one Thomas J. Whitlock this evening and we have a dinner invitation to his home for Thursday evening."
~o0o~
Bella sat in front of the three way mirror that topped her vanity table in her new room thinking about the whirlwind that had been the last two days.
Her father had really come through for them.
They now had a lovely estate home on the edge of the city. It was large and comfortable and Bella loved it. It also had a full staff with a cook, a butler and two maids all of whom had been with the estate for more than a few years and were more than happy to learn that they would be able to stay on in their original capacities. It was a very amiable arrangement for all involved and Bella was glad to see the smiles on their faces as the introductions were made. It was turning out to be a very happy household which was a relief to her.
He had also managed to find a wonderful young woman by the name of Emily to serve as her lady's maid. She was a wonder with all things having to do with hair and dress and Bella was beyond thankful especially when they had gone shopping to expand her wardrobe.
Despite her threat to her father, Bella had dreaded that particular excursion, but she would never admit that to Damon. Just seeing his anxious expression as she entered the dress shop was worth keeping her reluctance to herself.
"What has such a secret smile upon your face this afternoon Miss? Could it be the prospect of the company of a young gentleman this evening?"
Bella jumped at the sound of Emily's voice behind her.
"Goodness Emily! We're going to have to put bells on you if you keep startling me so!"
"Well Miss, if you wouldn't keep losing yourself to daydreams, I wouldn't startle you in the first place, now would I?" She smiled at her young charge.
Bella gave her a mock disgruntled look in the mirror before smiling.
"I suppose not Emily. And in answer to your question, it was not a young gentleman I was thinking of but the look on my father's face as I entered the dress shop yesterday."
She giggled just thinking of it again.
Emily shook her head and tsk'ed at Bella. "Poor Mr. Salvatore, burdened with such an unsympathetic daughter!
You should be ashamed of yourself Miss, enjoying his discomfort such as ye are!"
Bella sighed and frowned. "Fine, take away all of my fun why don't you."
Emily began moving around the room, pulling things from the wardrobe and drawers, laying out various items on the bed just before opening the door to the maids who entered the bathing room with huge steaming buckets of water.
"Up with you now Miss. You must be ready by six sharp if you are to be on time for dinner at the Whitlock estate."
Rising from the plush vanity bench, Bella's stomach filled with the flutters of what felt like an army of butterflies upon the reminder of where and with whom she would be spending her evening.
She began to wonder what he would look like as a human at the age of sixteen. Would he be lanky; all arms and legs? Or would he have already filled out somewhat into the man he would ultimately be? What color were his eyes? What would his personality be like? Arrogant? Shy? Strong and self assured? Cocky? Would he be a gentleman toward her or would he shun her as a newcomer?
All these things she pondered as she absently undressed and lowered herself into the tub, sighing as the hot water relaxed her knotted muscles.
Her father's blood had helped immensely but she hadn't felt the same since she had been denied a decent proximity to her true mate.
She was sure just being in the same room as him for a time would do wonders and she looked forward to this evening for that benefit, if for no other reason.
She just hoped that he would not reject her outright for she was certain that, as a human, he would not feel the effects of the mating bond as profoundly as he had as a vampire, even though he had obviously ignored the bond even then for whatever reason until the night of her birthday, when his instincts no longer could.
She wondered if vampire Jasper had realized what had happened that night. She sighed as she began to bathe.
She may never have answers to such questions. She needed to focus on the here and now. Tonight she would do her best to charm one human Jasper Whitlock.
~o0o~
She descended the stairs to her father carefully, gloved hand gripping the banister lightly.
It wouldn't do to take a tumble down the stairs after all. She mentally rolled her eyes as she thought of the fact that she was most likely, the worlds first and only clumsy member of the vampire race. How she'd been lucky enough to win that particular lottery she wasn't sure, but the fact remained; she was.
Damon watched as his daughter descended the stairs. She was lovely and he was in just a bit of awe at the fact that this beautiful creature was his daughter.
He felt a renewed sense of determination as she joined him, taking the arm he offered. He would see her happy and settled, and god help any who stand in the way of that.
~o0o~
The carriage ride to the Whitlock estate was short; walking distance really. Still, not practical in all of their finery. They weren't quite as dressed up as they would have been for a ball, but it was close.
Still, as short as the ride was, Bella found herself having to breathe deeply a few times to try and control her nerves. At least as deeply as she could in the corset she was trussed into. She caught her father studying her as they pulled up in front of the home and she sent him a shaky smile.
"Bella, are you alright?" He'd obviously heard her racing heart and shaky breaths. "You aren't going to faint on me are you?"
For once in her life, she couldn't become indignant at that question because she herself wasn't entirely sure of the answer.
Looking at him seriously she answered. "I don't think so. I just need to stand straight and take some air. The sooner we get out of this carriage the better."
He nodded and popped the door open, not waiting on the attendant, and promptly handed her out of the carriage, supporting her with a hand at her elbow as she made a little circuit, taking in as much air as possible.
Once she was feeling better, she nodded to her father, taking his offered arm properly, and they made their way to the door.
The butler answered the door and they waited while he announced their presence. They were then escorted to the parlor for introductions and to await dinner.
Bella clutched to her father's arm and he patted her hand in comfort as he looked in her eyes. That one look spoke volumes to Bella. It said I'm with you, I'll support you, and I'll go over and through anyone I have to just to see you happy.
She smiled at him and he nodded, knowing that she got it.
Once in the room, Bella could see that this was a small dinner party with just a few guests which relieved her somewhat.
They were approached by who could only be their hosts. She could see the resemblance in both Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock to their son for he was a perfect blend of the couple speaking to her father at the moment.
Then her father got her attention from her musings. "Isabella, I'd like you to meet our hosts for this evening, Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock. Mr and Mrs. Whitlock, this is my daughter Isabella."
Performing a perfect curtsy, she spoke. "It's wonderful to make your acquaintance Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock. I thank you for having us in this evening."
Mrs. Whitlock smiled warmly. "My what a beautiful daughter you have raised Mr. Salvatore. And such a proper young lady! You must be very proud."
He inclined his head. "I am to be sure, Madam. She is the light in my life."
"Well, may I introduce her to my daughters Mr. Salvatore? I am sure you men would like to have a chance to speak before dinner begins and it would just bore her, I'm sure."
"That would be lovely Mrs. Whitlock. Thank you."
"Come along dear. I'm sure that you will get along splendidly with my daughters and they will adore you. Young ladies your age and station are not very plentiful here in Houston I'm afraid, so it would be best to find friends in each other! This is such an important time in the life of a young lady and you need the support that other young ladies can provide!"
Bella smiled. "I do agree with you Mrs. Whitlock and I look forward to forming friendships with your daughters."
"Wonderful dear! Ah, here we are! Miss Isabella Salvatore, may I introduce my daughters Julia Lynn Whitlock and Jane Ann Whitlock."
They all curtsied to each other and took seats while Mrs. Whitlock left to see to other guests.
"So Isabella, how do you like Houston so far? Papa told us that you have only just moved here from Virginia?"
Julia smiled warmly at her while awaiting a response and Isabella decided that she liked her already. She seemed very genuine.
"Yes. That is true, and I like it very much so far. It's beautiful here and the city is very pleasing."
Jane spoke up then. "Papa told us that your father purchased the old Lawson estate. How do you like it? Julia and I have never been inside it but we're told by our mother that it's very pleasing. Old Mr. Lawson died without heirs you see and never entertained in our lifetimes at least. I'm sure he did when his wife was alive and he was active in the community. It would have been a shame if they hadn't because it's such a grand home from what we're told."
Julia reached over and laid a hand on her little sister's arm. "Goodness Jane, let her answer! As it is, she can't get a word in edge-wise!"
Jane blushed to her roots while sneaking a glance at Bella who smiled at her and her sister warmly.
"It's quite all right. I don't mind. Now, in answer to your questions, I love the estate. It's a wonderful home, and your mother was quite right, it's very grand inside. Perhaps your parents would consent to your visiting very soon? I would love to have you over for tea perhaps, and maybe a game or two?"
Jane bounced in her seat as Julia smiled. "I'm sure Mama would consent to such and we'd obviously love to attend a tea with you."
Both she and Bella smiled widely as Jane could barely contain her excitement.
~o0o~
Jasper sighed to himself as he adjusted his cuffs. Yet another dinner party loomed ahead and he simply wasn't looking forward to it. He supposed he must get used to these functions as he was no longer considered a child as he was joining his father in the business world. These sorts of dinners would be common place in his life from now on after all. To dread them would literally be to dread a goodly portion of his life and he simply couldn't see resigning himself to such misery.
So thinking, he straightened his shoulders and resolved to find something enjoyable in each and every dinner party he had to attend from this day forward.
Arriving in the parlor where everyone was gathered, he found his father and went to him immediately. He seemed to be in deep conversation with a man he'd never seen before. The man looked to be very self assured and relaxed, even in an unfamiliar environment which impressed Jasper. Not many men could manage such ease around such notable company after all.
It spoke to either the mans confidence in himself and his abilities or arrogance.
Jasper would reserve judgement until he was able to speak to the man himself or at least observe him for a time in conversation with others.
"Ah, Jasper! Son, I would like to introduce you to Mr. Damon Salvatore, lately of Virginia. He and his lovely daughter have just purchased and settled in the old Lawson estate. They have settled here for the foreseeable future and Mr. Salvatore may well become a third partner in our business."
Jasper's eyebrows rose just a bit and he turned to the new comer, hand extended.
"I am pleased to make your acquaintance Mr. Salvatore and welcome to our fair city of Houston. I hope your stay here is long and profitable."
They shook and Jasper nearly shivered at the contact. He got an odd feeling from Mr. Salvatore. Not necessarily bad, but not entirely good either. He would keep a careful eye on the man, to be sure.
Damon had never met someone whose gaze seem to pierce straight through him, until today that is. The young man in front of him seemed to read him within seconds and it wasn't an entirely comfortable sensation. He felt he would have to be very careful around Jasper Whitlock in order to maintain his secrets; very careful indeed.
Damon had gone back to his conversation with Mr. Whitlock and Mr. Franken but kept half an eye on young Jasper as that one surveyed the room.
He nearly laughed when the young one's slow gaze locked on the corner his daughter currently occupied and his eyes widened perceptibly.
At a lull in the conversation, Jasper addressed his father.
"If I may, who is seated with my sisters this evening? I don't believe I've ever seen her."
Mr. Whitlock smiled with a knowing look in his eye as he answered his son.
"That would be Miss Isabella Salvatore, Mr. Salvatore's daughter. She is beautiful, is she not son?"
Jasper was entranced. She was beyond beautiful and he resolved to meet her as soon as the introduction could be made.
"She is indeed father." He murmured out somewhat distractedly. Then as if shaking himself from a trance, he faced his father.
"Where is mother? I would see to the other guests with her. I wouldn't want to be seen as unsociable after all."
His father had trouble at that point, in containing his considerable mirth but he managed an answer. I do believe that I spied her last near the kitchen, checking on dinner I would assume. I am sure she would welcome an escort from her attentive son as she makes her hostess rounds before the meal."
Jasper nodded once and was off with single-minded determination.
Mr. Whitlock looked at Damon and Mr. Franken and began to chuckle along with them at his son's transparency.
Mr. Franken sighed in nostalgia. "Ah the perils of youth. Such a wondrous time!"
Mr Whitlock looked seriously at Damon. "I'm of a mind to warn you that you may have a request for courtship to consider very soon Mr. Salvatore. Jasper is a very serious and very determined young man who doesn't dither when he wants something. He's not at all like other young men his age. He's more like a shrewd seasoned businessman trapped in the body of a youth and he's always been that way."
Damon nodded. "As long as he's a respectable young man of means and my daughter deems him acceptable, then such an arrangement will be welcomed. I am well assured already on the former, now all we need know is the outcome of the latter."
Damon held up his glass in a salute and the other two men followed suit. One thing they could agree on; it would be interesting to watch and see what happens.
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