The Major. He is back

They had been living this way for so long, that they all had become familiar with their routine.

A routine which they had to start over more often than Rose would have liked, due to the times when Edward alternated starkly between ruby and topaz colored eyes. She remembered all the conversations they had vividly. Eddie clearly did not stumble during these periods, like he sporadically did. No this was different. There were no 'incidents' at his school or any of the other places he frequented or interacted with.

He went hunting on the normal intervals. But he didn’t hunt their normal prey. Rose had not really cared. In all honesty, she had found it quite hilarious. Mister better-than-every-fucking-one was not so superior at all. Which was a feeling she secretly relished in.

It was during one of his ruby periods that Edward encountered two nomads, and had decided to bring them home. To the Cullens.

Yeah, because why the fuck not.

Not that Rosalie had a lot of time to question his thought process, as she was swiftly introduced to a small dark-haired woman with a pixie cut spotting deep orange eyes, and a tall muscular man with scars draped over his body with clear red eyes. Alice and Jasper. The pixie bitch and Rose’s future fake twin.

Fantastic.

The Cullens learned quickly, and without any prompting, that she was a seer, and had picked Jasper up through one of her visions. Another vision had subsequently led them to the Cullens. The first few hours of their encounter were strained. The pixie had been too upbeat. Too open, but simultaneously too closed off. And Edward's eyes had been too bright.

The way Alice had added inconsequential details, but circumvented more difficult topics, irked Rose. They quickly learned that she could see decision-based visions of the future, and that he was an empath - and received a quick one-liner on how Jasper got his copious amount of scars, being a major of some sort. Super. Fucking. Helpful.

It was halfway through a very long monologue of their wedding, that Rose had mentally logged off. They were married and mated. Noted. Although surprising. Somehow she didn’t think they were that much of a happy pair, but who was she to judge?

The hairs on her back stood up while observed Jasper. His scars were deeply intimidating. It was evident that he was accustomed to pain. And the fact that he was still standing, showed that he knew how to deal it out as well. The scars were a clear testament to that. He was to be feared.

Yet, it was the look on the face of the small vampire that made Rose think the most. The interaction had tickled her brain. The vibe of the intimidating blond did not match that of the pixie.

The rest of the family had reservations as well. Mostly about their diet. About Jasper. About their safety. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into years, they settled into a comfortable routine. Her family's reservations towards the newcomers had fallen away, and were slowly and surely replaced by acceptance. Yet, a myriad of questions always were in the back of Rose's mind. But the Cullen coven did not care about the answers. Carlisle had put a quick stop to any probing, and as the patriarch of the family, Rose had complied with the order.

Jasper’s blond hair, good looks, and age had been great for their cover story. Rose and Jasper were now passing as twins, although Jasper was physically a bit older than Rose. And over the next few years whenever they moved, Carlisle and Esme would have their normal routine, with Alice joining Eddie in high school.

Although the Pixie had wined and complained at every turn. Apparently, she would love to be a fashion designer, relaying at every point that her visions confirmed this, but the fact that she was physically stuck at 19 but looked more like 16 was a tad problematic.

In return, Rosalie and Jasper, or Jazz as the pixie bitch called him, started their very own auto repair shop, and Emmett either went to uni or joined them, if not a mix of the two. Rose smiled at the memories. Her mate was a smart cookie, although he would never say so himself.

As the years passed, Rose started to like Alice less and less. She was used to being alone with Emmett, as judgment in the family still reigned supreme. Alice helped her out by creating moments where Rose could avoid Eddie. But Alice provided the little things that irked her. It was the looks, the comments, mostly directed to her mate. Her Jazz.

A shudder went through Rose’s spine at the thought. She loved Emmett, and cared for him so deeply. Jasper seemed to have the same feelings for Alice. Love and affection dripped off the blond vampire with every interaction. But somehow, she doubted if she would return them to him. A sentiment Rose could not understand. Hence, her nickname the pixie bitch was born.

In the fifty years they had spent together, Jasper barely talked about his past. The time they spent alone at the shop was of no help. And it seemed that Alice had told everything that she knew already to the family, five fucking minutes after they met for the first time.

He was an enigma, but Rose loved her brother. In the years they had found their comfortable silence. She did not pry, and in return neither did he. Now and then he returned with red eyes, but she never asked, and he never told.

These episodes of red eyes deepened the bond between Rose and Jasper like nothing else. Who knew that family judgment could be such a glue? Somehow Eddie was met with mercy at every turn. Met with understanding. But the twins? They were outcasts. Judged. And Rose had always wondered to which extent their feelings affected him more than her.

He never wanted to talk about it. Never wanted to explain. After each slip-up, Jasper just moved back to his animal diet. As if nothing had happened.

The more time went by, the more the pixie bitch started to hover over him. Warn him for the future. Mentioning his slip-ups. The family only cheered her on, and welcomed her warnings, so they could all be the epitome of morally correct vampires. Rose laughed at the implication. As if. She had fought tooth and nail to keep him in the shop because, apparently on account of the pixie bitch, there were too many humans or human smells lingering. Rose gritted her teeth even thinking back to that one conversation.

But Jazzy…” Alice had said with that sick sweet voice of hers

“… You know you can't control yourself. You are not strong enough to withstand the pull”

Rose's eyes saw red, feeling like a taunted bull, as she took a few steps closer, towering over Alice's petite frame.

“Now listen here you little bitch”, she lowered her face, leveling with the smaller vampire. She punctuated the last word through her gritted teeth, some venom landing on the Pixie's nose.

“You better shut the fuck up and sit down.” Rose dismissively moved her hands. She was still standing between Alice and Jasper.

“Jasper is a godsend in this fucking shop. In the last decades I have never seen him act in any, and with that I mean in ANY FUCKING WAY, that shows me he is not in control. So why don’t you take your defective visions and get the fuck out”.

Rose's fury coursed through her body, and the Pixie was obviously a little bit overwhelmed. She took some unnecessary breaths before she looked over Rose's shoulder.

As Rose followed Alice's line of sight, her eyes ended up on the defeated face of Jasper Hale. He just sighed and caught Rose’s eye.

“I will keep on working on the cars..” he stated while glancing in the eyes of his mate.

“..But only during nighttime." he paused, seeming to gather his thoughts. "My love and Edward have both told me that I can't be trusted. And it seems that you are the only one in the family whose feelings disagree, my dear blondie..” His southern accent seeped through his voice, clearly laced with misery.

He looked at Rosalie, his eyes hardening. “I am sorry, but, it is better this way”, his southern drawl strongly coming through.

Rosalie’s eyebrows shot up. She had looked at his face, and seen his defeat. It was always uncanny how the Pixie could have such an effect on her favorite brother. With Rose, Jasper had been distant yes. But he stood straight, made jokes, and he could smile - albeit very sparingly. With Alice, he just seemed like a distant acquaintance.

It was then that Rosalie had been finally pulled out of her trip down memory lane. A large crashing sound pierced her ears, as she saw the living room couch flying through the window. Her eyebrows shot up. Throwing furniture through the window was one thing, but seeing Edward and Jasper moving through the newly created gap, fighting their way onto the clearing behind their house, was another.

What the fuck. They never fought. It was one of Carlisle’s cardinal rules. No fighting within the coven. Or outside, if he could help it.

It was clear that Jasper was on the evasive track. Moving quickly and gracefully to the side whenever Edward lunged at him.

Eddie did really not seem to appreciate this technique, Rosalie mused to herself. Idiot. There was a reason the golden boy did not have any battle scars. If he thought he could win this fight, he was clearly delusional.

“It is because of you we have to leave." his voice dripping with anger. "I want to stay. I want her to grow old, with me” Edward's fury-laced voice boomed over the grass.

Jasper just looked at him, his eyes questioning. While elegantly ducking another punch, he said

“I do not apologize lightly, but as said before..” he took a deep breath, “I am sorry”

A low growl escaped from Edward's throat, as he lunged at Rose's twin again. This time with more force. Jasper easily moved to the side, circling back to the house.

Emmett finally got out of the backdoor, standing now in between the two fighting vampires, a crying Esme on his side. The entire family was scattered through the field, watching the situation unfold.

Her mate’s eyes searched for hers. When they met, both Rose and Emmett nodded simultaneously. Emmett moved to contain Edward, while Rose sprinted towards Jasper.

However, Edward had lunged again, and while Jasper was in his evasive maneuver, moving behind Carlisle, he suddenly lost his balance. Emmett hesitated in his movement, distracted by his other brother. A mistake. Within a split second Jasper ended up in Edward's headlock. Edward clearly getting ready to rip his head off.

And that was a bigger mistake.

Jasper’s spine straightened, while an unintelligible scream from Alice pierced Rose's ears. So high-pitched, Rose for a second was afraid the windows would break. Jasper's eyes hardened. They were empty but full at the same time. And the entire Cullen family froze in fear.

With one swift movement, Edward's arms landed across the field. His bronze-haired head was removed from his torso. And with one final kick, Eddie was in pieces.

Rose was the first to move. She tried to close the fifteen meters that stood between her and Jasper. His eyes were set dangerously. Unwillingly, a whimper escaped her lips.

He looked her in the eyes, his authoritative voice speaking clearly, "Don’t”.

And with that the blond vampire turned on his heel and disappeared into the forest. Rosalie was frozen in place. It was then that she heard Carlisle whisper, his voice laced with admiration and worry.

“The Major. He is back”

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