Vampire Series @halfofmysoul
Mr Whitlock

Mr. Whitlock

Summary: For as long as Bella could remember her family had always been employed by a Mr. Whitlock. No first name. No one had ever met Mr. Whitlock, except her grandmother Helen. On her deathbed, she asks Bella for one request.

Pairing: Jasper/Bella

Grandma used to say that she owed Mr. Whitlock everything. I never knew what she meant by 'everything'. She did tell me that if it weren't for him, she wouldn't have met Grandpa Swan. She never told me the full story, but she said that Grandpa Swan was the groundskeeper, and she was Mr. Whitlock's housekeeper. They met one day completely by chance.

She wasn't supposed to be working that day, but Mr. Whitlock needed her for some reason or another. She almost ran grandpa over with her car that day. From there, it was history.

She lived a long and happy life, and she never left Texas. I always wondered why she never left, but she would always say, "This is home," Texas was an okay place, with different people. I could never adopt that Southern twang that everyone had simply because I never stayed around long enough.

This time though was different. Grandma Helen had been diagnosed with cancer last year, and I decided to come out and take care of things for her. We all knew that this time was hard for her, and as much as I wanted her to make a recovery, I couldn't be delusional.

My grandmother only wanted me to do one thing, and that was to deliver a letter. I didn't know what it said, but it was what she wanted. The address she had given me led me into a part of Texas I didn't know existed. This area was all countryside, farms, grand houses and cabins, and empty land. It was beautiful out here.

After a while, all of the houses and farms started to disappear into a stretch of nothing but road. This Mr. Whitlock really liked the secluded life. At the very end of this long stretch of road sat what I believed was the most beautiful cabin I had ever laid eyes on. It was almost 3 stories high, with a wrap-around porch. The house was surrounded by nothing but trees and grass. It was very different from the other houses I passed.

Turning off my tuck, I stepped out onto the gravel road, closing the door behind me. I cleared my throat, before walking through the wooden fence, staring at the house with wide eyes. It was even more beautiful up close. There were flowers surrounding the whole place, and I wondered who was keeping up with the place now.

Walking up the steps, I rang the doorbell, waiting patiently. I held the envelope in my hands, turning it over. The door opened, and I looked up, my breath catching in my throat. In front me was a man around my age, no older than 24 standing at least 6'2. He had curly blonde hair, pale skin, and was dressed in what was like a business suit.

He opened the screen door, smiling a pearly white smile at me. He tipped his head, drawling out a "Afternoon ma'am," I blinked a few times before composing myself. "Hi, I uh, I'm looking for a Mr. Whitlock," He held out his hand, and I looked at him for a second before giving him the envelope.

"You're Mr. Whitlock?" I asked, disbelief coloring my tone. No way. He's got to be Mr. Whitlock's grandson or something. By the smirk of his lips, I guess I wasn't going to get an answer. He opened the envelope, his eyes reading whatever was on the page. "You're Helen's granddaughter," He stated, looking up from the letter.

I nodded. "Bella Swan," I held my hand out, and he took my hand, raising it to his lips. I mentally swooned as he pressed his lips against my fingers, staring me in the eyes. Must be the sun making his eyes look so….gold.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Jasper Whitlock. Your grandmother was an amazing woman. I'm sorry to hear she isn't doing so well," He let my hand go, beckoning me inside. I wanted to protest, but he was already stepping out of the way to allow me inside.

I took a quick glance around the first floor and then turned back to Jasper. "You've met her?" I asked curiously, watching as he placed the letter into his blazer. Jasper gave me a small nod. "Yes I have, she's worked here a long time. Thank you for coming all this way. It means a lot," I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"I'd do anything for her," I responded. Jasper smiled at me, and walked forward, "I can see that. Listen, if you or your grandma need anything, I'm at your service. It's the least I can do," His eyes were sincere, and he gave me a warm smile.

"Thank you, Jasper," I responded softly. "Pleasure's all mine darlin',"

Que internal swoon. Again.


A week later, and I found myself back on his porch, this time for a different reason. I knocked on the screen door, shuffling closer to the door as the wind blew the rain in my direction. The brown door opened, and I glanced at him through the screen, pursing my lips.

He opened the screen door, frowning. "You're upset. Is everything…." He trailed off, his hand reaching out to touch my face. "When?" He asked. My bottom lip wobbled and wiped under my eye. "Last night," I responded. Before I could blink, he pulled me into his arms, and I couldn't help but cling to his shirt, tears streaming down my face.

"She's in a better place now darlin'," He drawled into my ear and led me inside. He sat me down on one of the recliners in the room, handing me a blanket. I gave him a watery smile in thanks. He crouched down in front of me, taking my hand. "There's something I think you should know about your grandmother and myself. The letter she wanted you to give me. It had nothing on it,"

I furrowed my brow in confusion "What do you mean?" I questioned, following him with my eyes as he stood and walked behind the chair I was sitting on. He handed me the envelope, and I opened it, my brows raising. He was right. It was blank.

"I don't understand. Why did she send me here and why did you go along with it?" I looked up at him, setting the envelope in my lap. "Truth is Bella, I'm the Mr. Whitlock you grandmother worked for," Impossible. "Jasper, this isn't funny," I stood up, letting the blanket fall, shaking my head. He calmly stood in front of me, holding up his hands. "This isn't a joke. I am the reason Helen found her one and only, and in return, she promised me the same thing. I've been waiting a very long time for you,"

I swallowed, taking a step back from him. He was crazy. He had to be mental. "How long?" I asked in a whisper, watching him very closely. "Almost 70 years," He responded, stepping closer to me," I could hear my heart thumping in my chest, and a loud sound resonated throughout my head. I must've tripped over my own foot, and before I knew it, I could feel myself stumbling towards the floor.

Before I could hit the wooden floor, his hand was bracing the back of my neck and my eyes widened.

"What are you?" I whispered.

Part 2 tomorrow.

I know I haven't updated in a while outside of Madness, I will get back into updating other stories, I'm on my last two weeks of school and I'll have my degree. Bare with me :)

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