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Author's Note: Okay, this idea came about from a review by BePeachy, who wrote, in regards to Jasper buying Hera a doll in the second story, "I love Jasper interacting with Hera. Stoic War hardened Jasper buying her toys."

Hera is four-years-old in this.

Beauty and the Beast

Jasper Whitlock wasn't a meek adversary. Of all the vampires in the family, he was probably the most dangerous… and not because of his powers of manipulation. He couldn't even begin to count the number of kills he had made in his lifetime, and not all were in the name of sustenance. A multitude of both vampires and humans have died by his hands during the many years he hadn't been a Cullen.

Oh, he knew how he was perceived by the humans at every high school they had been forced to attend since he and Alice had joined Carlisle's vision… he was a "pretty boy." Jasper Whitlock, the one who once made other vampires tremble in fear without using his gift, was now reduced to being fodder for hormone-driven adolescent fantasies. The girls, (and some boys), yearned for his affections while those who didn't envied what they thought his life was like.

None of them even came close to imagining the monster lurking behind his amber eyes. Not one teenager had ever realized that while they desired him, he lusted after them as well… just not their bodies. He longed to feast upon the life-giving blood that warmed their skin and reddened their cheeks. Jasper wasn't weak in any other way other than the drive to protect his mate and his embarrassing lack of self-control.

Or so he once thought.

Edward, Alice, Rosalie, and Emmett kept shoving each other as they all vied for the best position to witness this spectacle. Alice, being the shortest one of the four, finally gave up and jumped up on Emmett's shoulders so she could get some good pictures.

Jasper ignored his embarrassment and took the fragile tea cup and saucer Hera handed him with all the grace and dignity befitting a man born in the nineteenth century. He never once lost the smile on his face as he sipped the imaginary tea and made small talk with his baby sister and her date Nibbles, who happened to be a stuffed unicorn. His escort for the evening was Josie, the elegant porcelain doll he had purchased for his sister the day they brought her home from the Flamels' island. Or maybe Hera was his date and the other two were together… she hadn't been completely clear on the details.

The four of them were seated around the tiny wooden table Emmett had made the child, for just such occasions. Thank goodness he had also fashioned chairs, because Jasper was certain that no store-bought set of child-size chairs would support him. It wasn't that he was heavy, but the size difference between his backside and Hera's was worlds apart.

Hera, Jasper's four-year-old adopted sister, looked absolutely adorable in her princess costume. Rosalie had painstakingly styled her hair for the occasion, and though the French-twist looked way too grown up for the child, it complemented the light blue, (no doubt expensive), chiffon dress perfectly. Light make-up, (a tragic thing to behold on the face of his baby sister), dusted the pale skin. A sparkling diamond and sapphire necklace and tiara set completed Hera's transformation into… whatever she was trying to be. He didn't know if the girls were going for beauty queen, princess, or wealthy heiress, but the phoenix was glowing.

Jasper wasn't looking too shabby, himself. He had been reading in the living room when the rustle of chiffon and smell of Alice's nine-hundred dollars a bottle perfume made him look up. As soon as Hera saw that she had his attention she gave a clumsy courtesy and asked, "Tea, Jaspuh?"

Ever the gentleman, he had stood up, gave a bow, and responded with, "I would be delighted, my lady." A delicate kiss to the back of the phoenix's hand had made her giggle. He then immediately went to dress for the obviously upscale event. Jasper had put on his best suit and tie, manfully ignoring the giggles and snickers of his siblings and mate coming from Edward's room. "Laugh it up, guys," he spoke lowly, knowing they could hear him easily, "your turns will come, and I will be watching for them."

The laughter grew louder but he just shook his head and headed off to his date.

As soon as the imaginary tea was digested and the conversation waned, Jasper decided to give everything he had in order to make this memorable for Hera. He excused himself before walking over to the Fischer Price radio on her bedside table and found a somewhat decent station that was playing a slow song. Hera's green eyes absolutely sparkled with joy when the southern gentleman then asked her to dance.

Jasper ignored the sudden "Aww" from his wife, followed by the resumed clicking of a camera. He urged Hera to step on his dress shoes, completely unworried about any marks her tiny pumps would leave on the Italian leather, and gently led her around the room.

Though he had been initially embarrassed knowing the others were witnessing his transformation from bad-ass vampire to tea party companion, in the end he was happy to have been asked. The joyful memories he was making with Hera would last them both an immortal lifetime, and that was nothing to sneeze at. Besides, he dared any of the others to deny this child anything.

Hera may have been his third true weakness… but she was also a great source of strength. Jasper may have to constantly fight the urge to drain every human that crossed his path, but this tiny creature before him only fortified his resolve to fight his baser instincts. The Cullens would do everything in their power to provide as much security and love as was possible, because that's what Hera needed to grow up happy.

Looking into her exultant green eyes, Jasper knew she was truly worth it.

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