Battlefield mating

He found her

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter or Twilight; Harry Potter goes to J.K. Rowling and Twilight goes to Stephenie Meyers

(Jasper is going to leave Maria in 1840 instead of 1940, but everything else is the same except that or else this wouldn't have worked how I needed it to. So just ignore that.)

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He stared, and only stared. She was utter perfection to him. Her emotions were only content and calm and his emotions turned to reflect hers. This was where he was turned almost fifty-three years ago during the war, a war with newborn vampires. Even now in 1893 the field still had the stench of blood the copper iron smell that was used to lure all newborns for when Maria had decided that they were no longer of any use to her.

His unneeded breath caught as she turned to look at him. What was this? This feeling of being complete? He couldn't look away from her, the ringlets of ebony hair that flowed like a river down her back, the pale heart shape of her immortal face but it was her eyes, unlike his burgundy gold or Peter's crimson red.

These were green; a bright glowing green that showed a drowning depth he could lose himself in forever.

"Jasper Whitlock," her voice was like a delicate flower petal to him. It was musical and low key as not to harm his oversensitive hearing as well as soft and soothing to his battle hardened soul.

No matter how soothing her presence was to him he never allowed his guard down and suspicion was hidden in his voice, "how do you know who I am?"

Her voice was light and airy as she chuckled at his obvious wariness, "Can you not feel it? Not to mention the fact that you still have your name tag on your uniform."

Jasper looked down reflexively to see that she was indeed correct. That he did indeed have his army name tag pinned to his military uniform as he has never seen the point in changing clothes as he washes his clothes in a creek after his kill. And he had no idea to what feeling she was talking about, but it could have been the irresistible pull that he felt deep in his gut.

"Then what would be your name as you have no name tag for my convenience?" His southern accent playing out, he found that humans found it endearing.

"Cassiopeia Aspen Cian Potter-Black," she curtsied, "a pleasure to finally meet you."

Jasper tilted his head to the side, "finally? Have you been waiting long?" he didn't make it a habit to move in such a human manner but sometimes he could not help it when he had been traveling with Peter and Charlotte and they want him to lure they meals away from towns and cities that they were staying in.

"I've been feeling these feelings for about twenty-five years to find you." Her smile was easy and gentle and he couldn't help but return it.

Not that it deterred from his confusion about why she would be searching for him for twenty-five years. She didn't look to be older than eighteen much less twenty-five and older, "why?"

She walked towards him, her steps graceful and enticing her long locks of hair was swaying in the wind and her skirts were rustling in the breeze that blew by.

"Mate, you're my mate and I've been looking everywhere for you but it was only as I came to the states that the ache to help you finally lessen."

Jasper's only knowledge about mates were what he learned from Maria when she pretended to love him to get him to do what she wanted him to do. But wouldn't that mean that this gorgeous woman in front of him was a vampire like him, him and Peter and Charlotte.

"Mate," Jasper's voice was inflicted with curiosity. "Are you a vampire?"

Cassiopeia held out her hand for him to grab, "Come. We should speak somewhere else."