Disclaimer: I own nothing! SMeyer owns the real Jasper, but LovelessGurlsDoItBetter owns this badass Jasper!

Chapter One- Destroy What You Feel Inside

"I got the key to open all the gates I see

I want this power inside of me

This passage is full

Of different gates I see

Just try to be yourself

Try to destroy all what you feel inside

Oooh!

Take and hold this hand

What you feel inside

Is another dream

Want you give me a paradise?

Let me say you're truly raspy

But I'm living to discover your soul

I know"

-Lacuna Coil- "No Need to Explain"

Houston, Texas- 1861

The sun was just beginning to set when twenty-year old Jasper Whitlock began saddling up his horse for his trek back to Galveston. He had been placed in charge of evacuating women and children from the city of Houston and had only stayed long enough to make sure the entire party was safely situated.

He prepared his horse, leaving the one he'd rode in on in the barn, and climbed up on the saddle. He clicked his tongue and gave a gentle kick to the horse's side. The horse moved immediately, setting a slow pace that Jasper was comfortable with. He was exhausted from all the riding he'd done today and not getting any sleep the previous night. There was no time for him to rest, though, he was needed back in Galveston and being the good soldier he was, he would ride all night if he had to.

Luckily, it wasn't that far to Galveston, so Jasper was able to take his time. Darkness settled around him, bugs and other animals were music to his ears at the moment. He was comforted by the sounds of nature's greatest musicians.

Suddenly, there was absolute silence. Nothing moved in the trees around him, there were no crickets chirping, the only sound was his horse's hooves on the hard ground. Jasper's horse started to slow then, as if he sensed danger was near.

Jasper kicked his sides with the heels of his boots and ordered the animal to go. Reluctantly, the horse did. Jasper wondered what the horse was sensing that it didn't want to continue on. He was nervous, but also determined to get to the city. They were only a mile away, Jasper could make it until then.

Jasper's eyes had long ago adjusted to the dark, so he could clearly see the silhouettes of three women on the side of the road. A sense of fear pricked at the back of his mind and something told him to turn his horse around and ride far away from the women. Only his Southern gentleman and the soldier inside of him prevented him from doing exactly that.

He rode up next to the women and climbed off his horse. "Do you ladies need any help?" he asked them, his southern accent prominent.

One of the women looked up at him, the moonlight hitting her face in the most captivating way. She was a small woman with long black hair and brown eyes, her skin was a soft brown and Jasper guessed she was from Mexico. She smiled at Jasper, sharply taking his breath away when she popped her fangs out.

The tallest of the women laughed softly and said, "How sweet, he's speechless." Jasper turned his widened eyes to take in the almost five-nine blond with her alarmingly pale skin. Her blue eyes shined in the moonlight. When her fangs came down like the first woman's, Jasper heart began to pound loudly in his ears. Jasper was only faintly aware of his horse running away in the direction of Galveston, like he should have done in the first place. He cursed himself now for his own stupidity.

The third woman had been silent until now. She was medium height with shoulder length blond hair, her skin a chalky pale color. She leaned forward and put her face close to Jasper's neck. Inhaling deeply and trailing her nose along his sensitive skin.

"Lovely," she purred in his ear. Jasper heard a soft click in his ear, and when the woman pulled away from him he saw her fangs glinting in the moonlight.

The small brunette put her hand on the arm of small blond and said, "Concentrate, Nettie," her eyes moved back to Jasper and she looked him up and down. Jasper could almost feel her eyes analyzing him. "He looks right- young, strong, an officer, and there's something more, do you sense it?" she paused to look at the other women. "He's compelling. And a Southern gentleman to boot." She smiled as sweetly as she could at Jasper.

"Oh yes," The one called Nettie quickly agreed.

"Patience," the brunette warned, "I want to keep this one." The small blond frowned, clearly annoyed with this.

"You'd better do it, Maria," the tall blond finally spoke, "I kill them twice as often as I keep them." Fear gripped Jasper harder and he felt the overwhelming urge to run, but his feet wouldn't move. The way she'd spoken about killing him chilled his blood in his veins. Somehow he knew that she would do it without blinking.

"Yes, I'll do it," Maria said, her eyes filling with lust from staring at Jasper, "I really do like this one. Take Nettie away will you, Lucy? I don't want to have to protect my back while I'm trying to focus."

Nettie glared in Maria's direction but Lucy nodded to her maker and took Nettie's hand. "Let's hunt," Nettie said enthusiastically. In the blink of an eye, the women were gone, running toward the city so fast, Jasper thought they had taken flight.

"Look at me," Maria commanded him softly.

Jasper turned his head and looked down at the small Mexican woman. Her eyes seem to capture his at the moment their eyes locked. He could almost feel her mind pushing into his, a pressure built up in the front of his brain, but he couldn't push it away. After a moment, he couldn't do anything except stare at Maria.

"What's your name, sweet boy?" she asked him, her accent breaking her words once or twice.

"Major Jasper Whitlock, ma'am," he answered her. Despite being under her influence, he was unable to shake his Southern gentleman ways.

"I truly hope you survive, Jasper, I have a good feeling about you," she told him in the most gentle voice she could muster. Then she took a step closer to him and grabbed onto his shirt. At the moment her eyes left his, Jasper was back into his own mind. Though his instincts were screaming at him to push her away and run, he couldn't. She pulled him down to meet her face and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, before inclining her head and biting into his neck.

Jasper gasped loudly at the pain of her fangs tearing into his flesh, but his air caught in his throat. His loud gasp then turned into a scream. Maria pushed his body back onto the ground and climbed on top of him. She continued to drink his blood, while grinding her body against his. His blood tasted saccharine to her, which turned her on. His screams of pain turned her on even more. This was her favorite part of feeding on a human, being on top of them, dominating them, taking their life and hearing them scream for help. The thought alone made Maria's insides warm. The actual act was indescribable pleasure for her.

Jasper's fear caused his eyes to open wide, but he didn't see anything around him, the black night sky was even a blur to him. The only thing he was aware of was Maria, rubbing herself against him and moaning. He tried to push her off, but that only made her clamp down harder, rub her body against him more. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jasper knew this was sick, a woman getting pleasure from someone's pain, but Jasper also knew that this was not just a woman.

He could feel himself becoming weaker as the woman atop him drained him of his blood, strength, and essentially of his life. Bright, white light flooded Jasper's vision for a brief second, before he didn't see anything at all. His heart slowed its erratic beating until almost a complete stop. His arms fell limply at his sides and the Major Jasper Whitlock was dead.

Maria pulled her fangs from Jasper's neck and hastily bit into her own wrist. She held Jasper's mouth open as she dropped her own blood into his throat. Her wrist healed itself, so she bit into it again, dropping more blood down his throat. When her wrist closed up for a second time, she repeated the process.

She stared down at the large man beneath her, really looking at him again. He was tall, standing six-three in his full height and probably weighing nearly two-hundred pounds, honey blond hair and the bluest eyes Maria had ever seen. What color would she use to describe them, crystal blue, pale turquoise, bright aqua?

Some part of her just wanted to keep him as her pet, her sex slave. He was gorgeous, no doubt about that. She wanted him for more than just that though, she knew he was an agile fighter, with his long lean frame and quick movements, oh yes he would be quite the asset to her army.

Maria stood and lifted Jasper into her arms. Though she was only five-two and weighing barely one hundred pounds, the Confederate soldier was weightless for her to carry.

She cradled him into her arms and began to run back in the direction of her vampire base. As she ran with the big man in her arms, she could feel that dawn was close. She reached the old cemetery that was just a mile from her base and stopped.

Maria went to the shed that held the shovels and returned to Jasper, digging a grave to store his lifeless corpse. Once it was deep enough, she threw the shovel aside and leaned down to Jasper. She left a kiss on his still warm lips and whispered, "Duerme bien mi amor, en tres días serás más fuerte que nunca."

Then she stood and pushed his body into the freshly dug grave. Maria could feel Lucy and Nettie nearing her. Maria jumped down into the grave and laid herself next to Jasper, holding tightly to his body. Feeling the young man's abdominals, she smiled to herself. He was a good choice indeed.

Lucy appeared at the top of the grave. "See you in three days, Maria," she cooed. This was what Maria hated the most about recruiting children herself. Having to go to ground with them for three days while they made their transformation. It gave Lucy and Nettie a chance to run her army, and every time she returned everything was in disarray. She knew those conniving bitches were planning something, probably a way to overthrow her.

Maria knew they wanted to control her army and come to power, without her. Maria was no fool. She was their maker; she knew when they were planning something, especially something that would lead to her death. Their betrayal would be the death of them both. Maria just had to be smart, and not let them get the drop on her. She had lived over two hundred years already, she was not about to be killed by her own children.

Lucy began to scoop up dirt in the shovel and deposit it down on top of Jasper and Maria. As the first pile of dirt fell on them, the small Mexican woman closed her brown eyes and nestled her head on Jasper's shoulder. She had big plans for the lean dead man lying next to her. One of those plans included taking out Lucy and Nettie.

More dirt was tossed down the hole. Maria spoke to Nettie, "Be sure there are two humans here waiting for us when we awake. Jasper will need the strength."

"Of course, Maria," Nettie answered, rolling her eyes. She knew Maria couldn't see her, that's the only reason she rolled her eyes in the first place. When Maria first turned her, she loved being a vampire. Everything about it, the strength, the speed, the superiority to humans, she loved it all. Now, she'd been alive for only a hundred years, and all one hundred were spent kissing Maria's feet, doing her bidding when she was ordered to and she was sick of it. She and Lucy both were.

Lucy finished filling the hole and tapped the packed ground with the shovel before tossing the tool away.

She turned to Nettie and they started off back towards their base. "That man is a fine specimen, and I've seen him fight. He'll make a beautiful vampire," Lucy told the shorter woman next to her.

"I agree," Nettie answered, "if we do a well enough job, we can even turn him against Maria. She did essentially kill him after all." She turned and gave Lucy a smile, which the taller woman returned. They were both thinking the same thing, Maria's days on this earth were numbered.

A/N: HUGE shout out to LovelessGurlsDoItBetter for helping me perfect this chapter, all of your suggestions were truly wonderful. (Especially the future ones….) You're so wonderful, I could just…..FF marry you! And as a "wedding" gift, you can have badass Jasper! He's ALLLLLLL yours! But you have to be gentle, he's a new vampire. ;)

You can probably tell by now, that the vampires in my story are not the Twilight vampires. Honestly, I hate the sparkling indestructible thing, so there. My vamps can't be out in daylight and they can be staked. (I pulled a lot of the vamp stuff from True Blood, so if anyone watches that or reads the SVM books, you know where I got my vamp traits.)

Thanks for reading! Next chapter: Jasper awakens, duh.

~LCM~