Post by peaches on Sept 2, 2008 10:15:29 GMT
Maria Jazmin De Rosa
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if i somehow live, irrational as I am;then why, for some reason, is my fairytale disappearing...
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I had my eyes closed at the moment. Here they were, my army of around 30, all being held together by one man. Jasper Hale. He was jewel. The rare diamond out of the many who could hold a class of babes together. A rare talent that had made all the difference to my never ending victory. Vini, Vidi, Vici. Was that Latin? Who cared, the sweet meaning was all I wanted. "I came, I saw, I conquered". Even in my thoughts, the voice in my head seemed to cherished each word. Victory. How sweet that word tasted as it rolled from the tip of my tongue before leaping out of my mouth with such resounding bells. Victory. The sweetest sensation I could ever ask for. Or is it?
My thoughts went back to my favorite and most cherished commanding officer. The details were perfect, of course. No immortal could forget, something that was both a curse and a blessing. The mental image bore every detail. The hair, the eyes, the strong cheekbones, the sharp nose, and the lips. They all fell into place at it should. My memory had not failed me. It did quite enough justice, but i wanted the scent. The warrior's scent that had me panting. I wanted it to hit the roof of my mouth. I wanted it to breeze in and hit me like a crashing car. I wanted it to come and intoxicate me once more. If only memory could suffice my urges now. But no, he was not in the small dingy room near me. He was not nearby where I could just cross and soon be beside him. His scent had no trail around these parts. If it even ever did, the passing people of the many decades had already washed the scent away. Washed it to the point that it was too far gone for even my senses to pick it up and experience the sweet intoxication which I now long for. Life was never meant to be fair.
The next few memories were not quite happy after that. Not like I was happy right after those memories anyway. It went back to the time my sweet warrior flew for a while. Flew a way from my home and took a break. a long, long break. The order, discipline, and perfection soon crumbled when he took his break. The true unruly nature of the newborns soon uplifted breaking the sweet discipline which he held so perfectly. My perfect army had crumbled.
The start wasn't so bad. No, not bad at all. I still did win. It was just quite hard to maintain that's all. It took all my patience... No, I didn't even bother using patience. Those newborns were idiots who couldn't listen at all. Their lack of discipline had displeased me. I am no woman of patience. Of course, those idiots suffered of course. Just because they were newborns, and the fact that they had no idea to this new existence of theirs was not my problem. They disobey, I deliver the punishment. Death. They did quite learn their lesson. The idiots started paying more close attention when they finally learned who exactly was their leader. It was supreme idiocy when they had thought that Jasper was their leader. I couldn't blame them for not knowing right? Who am I kidding, of course I could! Being part of my army meant that you had to know who was the supreme leader.
So with deaths, came in more babes. And as more new ones came, the more chaos, and casualties came. Then the inevitable happened. With their lack of discipline, my hold on Mexico started to falter. The holes in my careful strategic plans were being displayed out in the open, just like a cheat code for the enemy to use against me and my reigning empire. It was not so hard to expect that they would take advantage of the holes in my plans. With my undisciplined newborns, my empire was easily infiltrated. The infiltration was very subtle. Quiet, if you may say. I didn't even notice it as I had my thoughts keen on taking in the last city before the whole country was under my hold. One last country before I could take a short vacation, dispose of the useless pawns and keep those only needed for my strategic plans. Like I said, it was discreet. My eyes had missed the small details that could have saved my empire from crumbling. The infiltration was effective. My legion turned on itself and before long pillars of pale white stood close like the stone hedge around my country. It didn't take long before the enemy came crashing down on my destructed force, taking advantage of my lack of men to defeat them once more. It caused me to run. Retreat with nothing in my hands and stay hidden for a long time before my reign as empress could begin again.
I was lucky. The Volturi had soon swept in and disposed of the army that had so slyly discarded mine. Luck was on my side that they did not see I was the cause of this mayhem. The cause of lack of human population in Mexico. I was lucky because I was spared from the painful death of my kind. If i died, how would I wait for my warrior? My warrior who had the scent that blew me away. The same warrior who brought me sweet victory as a gift every single time he spent with me? I had to live. He was coming back. He promised! Sure, the promise was a little bit hazy in my head, but I bet that even immortals had their hazy moments. I was only a few years before my 200th year of existence anyway.
I realized how long I had been waiting only after ten short years. I tended to count those years rather like months. I was waiting all along. I made sure I crossed through Mexico every once and a while so he could find me. My warrior was smart and skilled, he would find me in no time. At the end of ten years, I was paranoid. He had not yet returned. My thirst for vini, vidi, vici was becoming too terrible to resist. It was like a drug to me, just like he was when his warrior's scent hit me and intoxicated me. I wanted him back. Ten years was too much of a break already. I would find him and bring him back home. So, I tracked.
I only found him after two long years. Funny how I suddenly looked at it as millenniums when I was looking high and low for my sweet warrior. The disappointment killed me as I led myself through a wild goose chase. Tracking was not my specialty, if it weren't for the sake of Jasper, I would have never even giving the stupid activity a thought. But even with my disappointments, I had even yet to face the horrors of finally finding Jasper Hale. My warrior. My love.
When I finally found him, it was worse than anything I had imagined. The intoxicating scent he had was all wrong. His warrior aura was tamed. His eyes no longer were those of my crimson commanding officer. And his arms. They were no longer to himself. He had his arms around this frail looking child. So fragile looking, dainty, short, and just plain too Doris Day. She was everything I could hate. The gross short hair, the useless-in-battle look, and the small frame. What hurt me was that the look he gave her. He seemed like he had never seen anything more beautiful. It was unfathomable. It was a deceit. It was unfair. Unfair to me who gave him life, home, power, and... and... love.
It was all wrong. Jasper was meant for me. Not for that ... that.... THING! He stayed with me. He was supposed to be with me, helping me reconquer Mexico, giving me the never ending vini, vidi, vici, and finally becoming my consort as soon as my empire was up. I drew the conclusion that this man was Jasper, and the woman beside him was a witch. An ugly and sorry reason for a vampire. The only reason he would gaze at her was because she was a witch. Tying herself to my Jasper. I had then vowed I would get my Jasper back. Kill that ugly witch and get Jasper back. Get Jasper back and regain my empire with him by my side.
I finally re-opened my eyes after reminding myself why i was so near to the Olympic Peninsula. The sole reason why I was staying in this dingy shed, and keeping a low profile. The reason why I had ventured in to a place with dangers that weren't supposed to be there. A coven of strong fighters, and an annoying tiny pack of baby wolves. I was doing all this to get my Jasper back. To get Jasper back to where he belongs. At my side.
That witch will soon pay. Very soon. All I need is for everything to finally fall into place. For everything to align in the proper way before an unstoppable force would hit her and those who dared block my Jasper from me. I would wait. Hell will soon be uplifted to that witch. That witch, Alice Cullen._____________________END_____________________
word count? 1577 @-@
I did this just to give a little view on Maria and why in the world is she going all out on Alice. When she says Jasper promised, she actually being delusional. So they didn't really have anything at all. Just clearing that up!
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