yup, been a while with this story... but just because the story does not get updated, does not mean that I am not working on it. I have a handful of chapters written and roughly edited so at least that is good news...right?

As always I own nothing but the brain tangent that brought on this story... all grammar and spelling errors are mine, no matter how many times I reread chapters I will always miss some; or make more trying to fix the ones that I do find.

Where the Hell did she go? How could I have just let her go? I don't think I had a choice when she left. One minute she was standing there egging me on to figure out who she was and the next she was gone. How many powers did this woman have? Why could she not have just told me her name? Why was everything such a mystery?

I don't know how long I stood in my stupor, but was pulled from my thoughts by Peter and Charlotte racing in my direction, panic evident on their faces. I was still keyed up from my meeting with this mysterious woman, who just happened to be my mate, that I could not stop my instincts. As my brother and sister came closer I dropped into a crouch and started to growl. In the back of my mind I knew that they were not a threat and that my Mate had left before they had come, there was no way they scared her off; but I was not as rational as I normally am

"Major," said Peter dropping to his knees at the sight of my crouch, pulling Charlotte with him. When she saw him bare his neck she did the same in full submission, "we mean no harm. It has been hours since you left and we were worried."

"We have expected to have you home a few hours ago," said Charlotte her eyes still cast down, worry lacing her emotions.

"I am sorry," I said swallowing my instincts and rising from my fighting stance with some effort. "I met with an interruption of my hunt and lost track of time."

"What kind of interruption," asked Peter slowly rising from the ground, though his neck was still tilted for easy access and his hands were palm out.

"Like you don't know," I said with a shake of my head. I was use to the fact that with Peter, Alice or Edward around whatever happened in my life it was never private. No matter what I did they would know about it almost before I did myself.

"Actually Major," Peter started as he helped Charlotte to her feet very slowly as not to set me off with quick movements; I was still a little tense, "I have no idea what is going on. I haven't had any feelings or anything concerning you since you left to hunt. It is the reason we came out here."

"Really?" I ran through his emotions, but found no deception. "You really don't know?"

"There is a first time for everything, right Major," Charlotte asked jokingly lightly though worry for me was still evident in her eyes.

"I suppose so," I said shaking my head lightly. "Just never thought the All Knowing Fucker would come up blank. Think maybe you broke him when you were... what did Peter call it? Oh that's right, rutting like rabbits?"

"Yes, well let's hope he enjoyed his rutting," she turned to glare at her mate, "because he is going to become like a camel. Instead of storing water then going without it for a time, he is going to store up wanting to have sex and go without for some time." I had to laugh at the absolute horror on Peter's face. I knew I was going to pay for bringing what he said up to Charlotte, but I wanted erase the worry from Charlotte's eyes. The worry was now gone only to be replaced with silent anger, but at least at this time it was not directed at me and I was fine with that.

"Aww Baby, " he started to wine, "I didn't mean anything by it You know I cherish ever moment we are together."

"Whipped," I coughed into my hand at his begging.

"Shut up Asshole," Peter turned to me. "You didn't have to tell her."

"Oh, but I did," I said with a smile still egging him on a little. "Consider it payback for telling her I was the one that put the dent in her car."

"Don't think I forgot about that Jasper," she said walking up to me, then patted me on the cheek. "I expect to have that door dent free soon."

"Of course, my dear sweet Charlotte," I said smiling down to her, I didn't need to tell her that I had already had it scheduled to be repaired. "Now back to my interruption. Tell me you two what to do you smell," I asked them with a sweep of my hand. I knew what I smelled, but I wanted their confirmation.

"Some sort incense maybe, there is defiantly a hint of Ceder, Lavender and some herb; maybe lemon thyme," questioned Charlotte as she turned in a slow circle trying to catch the sent in the air.

"I don't think that is normal incense Char," Peter said also trying to pin the sent down. "That is not something you can pick up from any store, it smells almost homemade. It has a smokey feel to it from maybe from long usage of old fashioned candles. There is a hint of old leather and glue used in old book bindings. I think there is some paper, but not that new Shit we have now; like old parchment or old scrolls and thick black ink from quills maybe?"

"Put it all together Peter," I said watching him dissect the smell. "What does it remind you of?"

"Magic," he said his eyes going wide, as Charlotte gasped in recognition. "Very old Magic. Magic that very shouldn't exist any more."

"But here it is," I waved my hand at the obvious. "I need to call Emmett," I turned. "Her sent comes in from this way. I think it might lead to where she parked her car." I started to run following her path. "Shit, I need to call Carlisle. This is something he needs to be aware of."

"I don't understand," stated Charlotte as she kept pace with Peter as they followed me. "Why would you need to call Emmett and Carlisle?"

"If there are video camera's in the parking lot Emmett can hack them. Maybe he can find a license plate or a way to identify her," explained Peter as we ran. "Why Poppa C I have no idea."

"Because of what my interruption and I talked about," I said slowing as we got closer to parking lot.

"Must you call the girl an interruption," asked Charlotte as she glared at me.

"I would call her by her name if she would have deemed me important enough to have it," I replied looking to see if there were camera's around, I was in luck. Hopefully I would get something to work with. "Just like everything else about the woman," I said grabbing my phone and dialing Emmett's number, "it is a mystery that I need to figure out."

"She didn't give you anything to help you find her," asked Peter wrapping his arms around his mate.

"Nothing but a history lesson on the Supernatural," I said as I waited for Emmett to answer.

"What's up with that?"

"Peter, if I knew I would tell you," I said as Emmett answered finally.

"How's it hangin man," replied Emmet on the fifth ring. "Tell you man, no one wrestles with me like you do."

"I am sorry Em, but this trip was something I needed," I said with a smile. "Think you can do something for me?"

"Depends on what it is Jazzman." stated Emmett all joking gone now.

"I need you to get online and track where my cell is, then see if you can hack into some camera's for me."

"That is a hefty want list there Jasper," I could hear him start up a computer. "But, I think I can make it happen. Am I looking for something in particular?"

"I am not sure," I told Emmett honestly. "I am looking for a license plate of a car, but I am not sure what car nor am I sure there is even a car to be found."

"You know how to pick the hard jobs, don't you Jasper," said Emmett with a chuckle.

"Well I would not want to make it easy on you," I laughed with him. "Listen, I need to talk to Carlisle, could you shout to him to expect a call from me using Peter's phone?"

"Sure can, but why not use your phone?"

"Because I am going to toss you to Peter, he is going to stay on the line to help get that tape from the camera," I said with a laugh. "Head's up Peter," I tossed the phone just as he tossed me his.

"Thank you for traveling Air Jasper," started Peter into the phone. This is Peter and I hope you enjoyed your flight." I had to turn my back on him to hide my smile. Peter, just like Emmett, knew how to break tension; though just like Emmett he always did it at the wrong time. I started to dial Carlisle's number when I heard the unmistakable sound of Vampire hand meeting the backside of a Vampire thick head, hard, then "Ow, Damn it Woman, that Shit hurts."

"It was suppose to," stated Charlotte calmly. "And don't call me Woman," she finished, her words dripping with ice. Charlotte might look all innocent and sweet and she normally is, but she has a wicked temper on her. I took three giant steps away from her to keep myself from her ire. I might be feared by most of my kind, but I admit I am slightly terrified of her. As she continued to glare at Peter as he talked with Emmett I finished dialing Carlisle.

"Jasper, son what can I do for you," Carlisle asked before the phone had a chance to ring.

"I have met someone," I started, "and she.."

"That's wonderful son," Carlisle cut me off. "I always said there was someone for everyone."

"Yes, while I agree it is wonderful that is not why I called," I said with a sigh unsure of how I was going to explain what was going through my head. "Are you somewhere you can talk without being over heard?"

"Well," he paused, "Emmett is on the phone with Peter, Edward is down stairs playing his piano, Esme is gardening and Rosalie and Alice are shopping. Why do you ask? Do I need to leave the house?"

"No," I replied. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't have visitors that do not know what we really do on our free time."

"You now have my full attention, "Carlisle said, I could hear the creek of his desk chair as he settled himself to listen.

"I have met with the most mysterious, infuriating, powerful and beautiful woman. The way she moves, the things she knows are incredible." I just couldn't stop the words from spilling from my mouth. Carlisle just quietly chuckled as he listened. "The way she can quote the bible would make even you proud, Carlisle."

"Well I see that you are smitten with her Jasper, but I don't see what has you..."

"It is what she knows," I said cutting him off. "She knows about Vampires, the Volturi, Fairies, shifters and other supernatural."

"Is she human," Carlisle asked still trying to see why I needed to talk with him.

"Here is the thing Carlisle, she's not human; at least not completely."

"What do you mean?"

"As she explained it to me, she is an Immortal Being that just happens to be a witch. She did say she was a human at one time though."

"Which means that she or someone who had enough power cast a 'spell' to change her to Immortal. I am eager to see if she brought anything from her human life with her."

"Well I know she can cry," I said with a sigh. "She was in a right mess when I came upon her."

"What do you mean? Is she okay? Where is she? Do you need me to come?" I had to laugh as Carlisle started to fire questions at me faster then even I could answer.

"Whoa," I said with a chuckle. "Carlisle you need to slow down there. Even as a Vampire I can only answer one question at a time."

"I am sorry," he said a little sheepishly, "please continue."

"Physically I think she is fine, so I don't think a Doctor appointment is needed; not that I know where she is staying anyway," I said with a sigh. "That is what I am hoping Emmett can help me out. As for why she was crying in the middle of the woods, she wouldn't tell me. But rest assured that when I find her again I will find out." I could not completely feel her emotions, they were there but as if they were muted. Even muted I knew she was emotionally hurt and no one should be as hurt as she was. "When I first found her, she was in a heap crying her heart out. I gave her as much comfort I could without my gift, not that it worked anyway. As soon as she was in more control we started to talk. Let me just say trying to get any answers from her is an exercise in and of its self."

"I still don't understand the need to call right away," said Carlisle. "It does not sound like I am needed."

"She knew the Prophecy Carlisle," I said tired of beating around the bush. "She knew other things too. I already told you, she knew about the Volturi, shifters... She even had the balls enough to warn me not to call Brownie's Fairies if I ever met one. I don't even know what the Fuck a Brownie is unless we are talking about those chocolate squares humans eat."

"A Brownie is a supernatural being that is normally associated with Fairies. They are either attached to a home or family. They mainly add in caring for the house and family they are living with," stated Peter appearing out of no where next to me.

"Thank you oh wise walking talking book of knowledge," I snapped at him. "How the Fuck to do you know that and what do you want?"

"What can I say," he said with a shrug, "I like to read. I wanted to let you know I need to run home to get my laptop and pug it into that terminal over there, then let Emmet hack my laptop."

"That's fine," I said rubbing my eyes. I know it wasn't possible to actually be exhausted or get headaches, but I was giving it one Hell of a try! "Let Emmett know I appreciate this, to let me know if there is something else I can do."

" Will do," Peter saluted me quickly. "Charlotte is going to see if she can pick up your girls scent near the road. If not she is going to head home and meet us there."

"Good idea, " I nodded slightly then watched him run off, my cell still to his ear.

"Emmett says that he needs to be plugged into the actual feed to actually copy the footage that you need," said Carlisle into the phone.

"Well if anyone can figure it out I knew it would be Emmett, especially with Peter helping," I nodded reflexively even though I knew Carlisle could not see me.

"Back to our conversation," Carlisle said with a little cough. "You said that she knew some of the Queen's Prophecy? Well if she is truly a witch then that could explain her knowledge. Each faction of the supernatural know some of the Prophecy. I only know the whole thing because members of my Sire's Coven were part of the Queen's protection and was there to see the original."

"No Carlisle," I said with a sigh, "I don't think you understand. It is not that she knows OF the Prophecy, she knows THE Prophecy. This woman was able to correct me on the Prophecy."

"I think you need to start at the beginning because I think I am missing something," said Carlisle eerily calm.

I knew I was right to call Carlisle, this was something he needed to know. In the Vampire world there are four teams of thought when it comes to the Queen and her Successor. Team One believe that the Queen is a legend and her Successor is a myth and does not exist nor will they, most of the Vampire race and most other supernatural races fit into this category. Team Two believe that the Queen was real to a point, but there is no Successor and there never will be. Team three believe the Queen is real and so is her Successor, but they think the Successor is after their power and they want her dead. Then there is Team Four, which my family and a few others belong, believe not only that the Queen was real but so is her Successor. We believe that the Successor needs to be protected so she may bring peace back to the supernatural world. This is why I called Carlisle, he was the leader of our 'Team' as it were. Everyone that believed the way we did looked to Carlisle to lead them in the right direction. I knew he needed to know that I might have found a lead to help find the Successor. That is if I could get a straight answer from her.

"Well Carlisle, it started with me on the roof watching the stars," I said with a sigh. As I started my story I noticed that Peter was back, which was a good thing. With him here, even with him working on something for Emmet, he could listen and there would be no need for me to repeat this story in its entirety again.

So I told Carlisle my story leaving nothing out. I described the wave of power that swept through the forest, the pull that followed leading me to the girl. Told him about her calling me a 'Doubting Thomas', then her demonstration of her shield and the fact that my power was only muted when it came to her. I made sure he knew about the discussion of the supernatural world, which then lead to the Prophecy.

As I told him about me telling the mysterious girl the story of the Queen it allowed me to dissect the emotions and body language of the girl as the story went along. I don't know why I did not catch it before, but I caught it now. Unless I was mistaken, but I am sure the girl had heard the story before. It almost seemed like she was physically and emotionally invested with the story more then a causal listen should be. Every time I turned around I found more questions about this girl then I did answers, and it was really starting to piss me off.

After I finished my tale to Carlisle it was silent on his end. I knew it was a lot to take in, so I waited. I knew that as soon as he digested what I told him he would wake from his little time out. I wasn't let down.

"Jasper, we need to find this girl," he said calmly and with authority.

"I am already on it Carlisle," I relpied. "That would be the reason for Emmett to be playing hacker."

"Right, I knew that," Carlisle said with a sigh. "How did you get one step a head of me Jasper?"

"I just started to think like you," I said with a smile. "Though I think her being my Mate might have something to do with it."

"Are you sure," questioned Carlisle.

"As sure as I can be. The pull and the instincts lead me to believe so."

"Well, that will at least make it easier to get answers from her," mused Carlisle aloud.

"I am not so sure about that," I said with a chuckle. "She has not been the most forthcoming with information."

"Well I am sure you will figure something."

"Thank you for you confidence," I said with a genuine smile.

"Then I am going to let you continue on with your plan to track this girl down. I do expect to be updated. Of course you know the Cullen sources and funds are open for you to use."

Thank you Carlisle." It wasn't like the Cullen funds were ever closed from use, but his meaning was clear. That money was no object when it came to finding this girl. "As soon as I know something, you will know."

"That is all I ask." After that we said our goodbyes. As soon as I hung up I started toward Peter who looked to be still working with Peter.

"How's it going Peter," I asked as I stopped at his side.

"You have great timing," Peter said with a smirk, "Emmett's got the footage from the last 12 hours. He wants to know if you want to run through it yourself or have him do it?"

"I'll do it, then if I find anything I will send it to Jenks myself," I said with a nod. "Have him send the video to my gmail account."

"Which is," Peter repeated for Emmett. I had forgotten I had changed accounts after Emmett spammed me with singing cat and dogs about a month ago. I couldn't help the sigh and shake of my head while I ran one hand through my hair, while I silently asked for my phone.

"Emmett, I am warning you now that if you spam me again I will gleefully dimolish every game system and game you own then have Rose take apart every vehicale you own AND have you become Alice's personal bag carrier for a month. DO you understand me?"

"That's harsh Jazzman," said Emmett with a chuckle.

"Please don't tempt me Emmett, I mean it," I growled lowly.

"Alright alright," he said. "Don't get your panties in a twist. I will leave that account alone."

"That is all I ask Emmett," I said relieved, though I didn't put it past him to still spam me. "Send what you have to The Blood Stained Banner at gmail dot com or Southern Cross at gmail dot com." I regreatfully gave him my two emails knowing full well he would do something. "Did you get all of that?"

"Yup," Emmett said happily. "You know those are strange emails right?"

"For you maybe," I said with a shrug. "For me I know why I chose them."

"What ever man," he said. "Anyway, I just sent you what I got."

"Thanks Emmett, I knew I could count on you."

"Your welcome, Jasper. It is nice to be needed."

"I am always going to need my video game partner," I said with a chuckle. "Who else am I going to play Call of Duty with? Esme?"

"Oh that was so wrong," laughed Emmett. "Well I need to cut this crap short man. Rosy Posy wants to go hunt."

"I would run if she hears you call her that," I said laughing. "You have a good hunt, bag a bear for me."

"You're on," said Emmett taking on the challenge then hanging up. With a smile I turned to Peter with a matching smile on his face.

"So the Major has finally found his mate," Peter asked, his grin spreading.

"Shut up Peter," I punched him, hard, in the shoulder as he continued to grin like a loon as I started back toward the house.

"So," Peter started as he kept pace with me, "what's the plan Major?"

"It looks like I get to watch a movie before bed," I started to laugh as I started to full out run back to the house.

"You know we don't sleep, right?" I turned slightly to see the large grin on my brother's face. Yup, no matter how long we lived, running jokes between us never got old.

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