*Smut Below*

•continuation of Chapter 3•

   I sat up as a knock on my door sounded, I walked up to it answering to see Peter, one of the men in my memory. "What is it  Peter?" I say, opening the door, than closing it once he stepped in.

    He grabbed me by my head, and before I noticed what was happening, his lips were on mine. I growled lowly, yet it was one that showed he just made me aroused. I turned us around, and knocked him onto the bed, I pulled away and sucked his neck, tracing my mark I made when I changed him.

    He moaned, "Please, Major, make love with me." he purred out.

    I growled, and tackled his lips again. I let my hands run into his shirt, pulling it off along with mine, before I smirked looking down at him. I kissed him again feeling him purr with delight, we kissed until I won, to which I pulled back with his hands still tangled in my hair.

    I went to his ear and whispered to him softly, "I'm goin' ta make love with ya Peter, but I want ya ta do somethin' for me; don't come in my mouth."

     He whimpered, but responded with a strained, "Yes, Major, I won't 'til ya give me permission to. I promise."

   I smirked, "Than your lucky I've had sēx with plenty of men before." I say, as I ripped off the rest of our clothing.  I kissed down his chest, and finally arrived at his erection, where I fully took my in.

     I began to suck, and bob my head, hearing delighted moans escape him, "Now darlin', come for me now." I growled to him, as I deep throated him.

      He moaned loudly, "Major!" he shouted, as I tasted his juices fill my mouth. I swallowed it all, making my way back up his body.   We kissed, and kissed, had sex, and so much the next two hours, we ravished each other.

*End of Smutish scene *

      We breathed deeply, and I looked into his red eyes, feeling guilt and saddness overwhelm him, along with. . . with a different feeling that I couldn't quite place, "Ya alright darlin'?" I asked him.

      He shook his head, and stood up, "I'm sorry Major, I shouldn't of done that." Peter said, worthless, he was feeling worthless. . .

    I stood up quickly, grabbing his head and kissing him. I let out what I felt for him, wanting him to stop feeling like that. Love, care, passion, and so, so much more feelings. I pulled back, resting my forehead on his, "Darlin', I love ya. Don't feel worthless. I'm. . .I'm glad you did that, tha Lord knows I wouldn't a' had tha guts ta of done that to ya."

    "Do you mean that, Major? Do you mean your feelings?" Peter whispered, looking down. I marveled in what I saw, Peter's eyelashes, his eyes, his nose, his hair, his tone, and when he looked up, his eyes.

     "Yes, Peter, I meant it all." I say, kissing him again. He was like Izzy, I couldn't hurt him, nor could I get enough of him.

     He pulled away and smiled largely, the kind of smile that showed his teeth, momentarily dazing me, "Major. .sorry.  I didn't mean to do what I did so soo-."

    I cut him off with another kiss, "It's alright darlin', 'm glad ya did."

    He smiled at me, and we both went downstairs, acting as if that hadn't happened, so that no one was curious. "Jasper. . .what was your demons name?" Emmett asked me as soon as he saw me.

     I frowned, "Why do you need to know, Emmett?"

     He passed something to me, and I opened it up;

Dear Jasper;                                                  

We are sorry to here of your loss.  We
understand that it must be really painful. Izzy
was so special. To all of us. We all love her so m-
uch. We need to I form you that Ares will soon be
let out. He can't be kept in any longer. You have br-
ought this on yourself.                                                   
You see, Ares and the Major are parts of
you, parts that you locked up. They need to be set
free. And soon. We're sorry for this unexpected note.
Just know; when Ares is free, he will look for the keys.

Find Izabeth, Izobel, Elizabelle, Lucinda, Izzy,
whatever her name may be. You must find her. She is
an important key.                                                               

~ Your Watchers

       I frowned seeing the words, they were written in Calligraphy, so the person must be a vampire. . . but who? "Major?" a worried voice said, I looked at Peter, shaking my head.
     "It's alright Peter, did your Yoda tell ya anything about this?" I say handing him the note.

       He shook his had after a minute, before closing his eyes. I sighed sitting down. Things just haven't been the same since we met Isabella Swan, Rosalie, Edward, Alice, and I worry soon someone else will leave soon too. They're all gone. So, who's next? After all, Izzy is dead know. . . isn't she?

[Who is next guys and gals?
You help me decide.  Let me know who you
want to appear, or disappear.]