A/N: Okay, I made this like foreeeever ago and I'm just now uploading it. Please be nice, this was the first fanfic I ever made. It's from two different POVs because, well, I like telling things from all sides of the story. Please comment if you think I should write from Jasper's POV, I'm not sure if that would be over kill or not....anways, PLEASE review!!

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Scarred: Jasper's Never-Ending Struggle

Another day of bliss was coming to an end, only to continue into another blissful night. We were all in the living room, simply enjoying each other's company. We were standing near each other, which might have been awkward with humans, but we enjoyed being together as a family. I looked at Renesmee only to find that she had fallen asleep on the carpet by the couch. I marveled at my wondrous daughter, a small angel right in front of my eyes.

"She's so beautiful" I said with a sigh, not caring if everyone already knew.

"Yes," Edward replied with a smile, "and she's ours." He gave me a kiss, which never failed to send chills down my spine.

I continued to watch Renesmee sleep as she gave the occasional twitch. All of the sudden, Renesmee flung out her right arm, this time colliding with her tin cup of blood. The tin can flew into the couch, a huge dent in its side. As it fell to the floor, the dent cut straight through the cup, spilling red over the cracks in front of my daughter.

The scent of fresh human blood filled the room as the thick red liquid started to stain the pure white carpet. I immediately caught my breath; after all, I was just as thirsty as everyone else. At nearly the same time, I heard a sharp gasp and spun my head in the direction in which it came from. Jasper was standing there, with a look that I'd seen only once before. I looked back in horror at my beautiful Renesmee, sleeping peacefully by the pool of dark blood.

Suddenly Esme, from some maternal instinct, jumped if front of Jasper as he lunged towards her, his eyes far beyond reason. He ran into Esme head on, but even that wasn't enough to bring him back. He snarled defensively and came down onto her shoulder, biting into her diamond-hard skin. A single cry of pain filled the air.

"NO!!" Carlisle lunged at Jasper with a terrifying sound, almost a roar, coming from deep within him. The impact sounded like a mountain cracking in half. He shifted down into a crouch faster than I would have thought possible when I was human, his eyes only on Jasper, who mirrored him in stance and expression. Carlisle was nothing like I'd seen before, or would have ever imagined. No trace of patience or acceptance was reflected in his black and furious eyes.

They stood there for a while; teeth bared, both in a deep crouch, growls emitting from each of their chests. All anyone seemed to be able to do was stand there, frozen in complete shock. Any sudden movement from anyone could turn this into a fight.

Alice was all but silent, "Jasper!" She shrieked, more out of surprise than anger. As soon as he heard Alice's voice, Jasper shifted in her direction, still in a crouch, and let out a deep defensive snarl. Alice gasped, a blank look going across her face, and took a small step backwards. He looked at her shocked expression, and realized what he had thought. His eyes widened and he seemed like he could barely support himself. His breathing sped up and his lower lip started to tremble. Suddenly, Jasper collapsed on the floor near Alice, finally breaking some of his tension with Carlisle. Jasper stayed there for several seconds, his head hung in his hands, his knees curled up under him, his whole body trembling. I started to worry…

"Jasper?" Alice called again, this time in a quiet voice filled with concern. He suddenly snapped his head up and looked at her with such guilt and sorrow and confusion that it was as if his hold world had ended right there.

"I-I'm sorry," he choked out, his wide onyx eyes brimming with the tears that would never come. "I just- the scent, it was- it was just- so…strong." He could barely form coherent as he stared at Alice, Carlisle still wary of his every movement.

Esme trembled with pain behind her husband. The venom must hurt more than I had thought. Carlisle warily straightened out of a crouch, pulling her into a strong and protective embrace, not moving his face one inch away from the scene in front of him. His glinting, wild black eyes never moved off of Jasper, who was still curled at Alice's feet.

A few moments went by, then Alice knelt down to him, very cautiously put her small hand under his chin, and pulled his face up to hers. She looked at him with more love than I had ever seen in her eyes,

"I understand… I love you." She whispered, and ever so softly kissed Jasper on the cheek. He stared at Alice, as if trying to accept what she said. He was beyond words as he turned to Carlisle, who was still comforting Esme. Carlisle's eyes did not correspond with his crystal clear and calm voice. He spoke slowly, like a parent trying not to yell at a young child.

"It is I who should apologize for reacting so irrationally. I do not blame you my son, for your actions were because of what you are, not who you chose to be." He gave Jasper a hard and knowing stare, then looked back at Esme, who he still buried in his arms. He put his hand on her back, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

I turned to Edward, who was concentrating on Jasper, and brought my shield down so I could talk to him privately. He immediately sensed the difference, and angled his face more towards me. Will Esme be alright? I thought quickly, before my shield snapped back into place. He turned his whole face to me, taking my hands into his and giving me a small grin and a relieved nod.

I immediately relaxed, and Jasper faced me, feeling my change in mood. He gave me a grim and deeply sorry look before turning back to Alice. They did not move, and continued to stare into each others eyes as if they were having a conversation with each other, as they had done many times .Yet I could still tell, this was different.

I looked away and turned to Carlisle who was examining Esme's shoulder with a pained look in his eyes, as he placed his cold hand over the shining crescent scar on her collarbone. She placed her free hand on his cheek and smiled in a sweet and grateful way.

"Carlisle, always my hero." She murmured, giving him a swift but passionate kiss, which he returned in a not-so swift way. It was amazing how the worst things brought people together.

They drifted out of the room, heading towards the stairs. Rosalie and Emmett, who had surprisingly not said a word the whole time, quickly and quietly, went out to the garage. Everyone seemed to be going their separate ways since there was still blood on the carpet and Carlisle, the only one that could probably handle being close enough to clean it up, was not in his best frame of mind. So I reached for Edward's hand, scooped up Renesmee (still asleep somehow) in my arms and headed back to our cottage.

I glanced at Jasper once more, and found him embraced with Alice, walking out of the room. Where he should be, I thought. As we left, I briefly wondered how everyone would feel tomorrow, but just shuddered mentally and turned away as we ran back into the woods.