I don't own Twilight, or anything thought up by Stephenie Meyer. But, I'll have Jasper for myself one day. ( :

Chapter One

JPOV

"Come on, Jasper! You only live once," Emmett's puppy dog eyes pleaded with mine as he unmistakably injected yet another pun on our existence. I sighed heavily and shook my head, all the while being dragged from the car to the door. Emmett greeted the bouncer with enthusiasm as he rattled off our names and got us inside, while Peter snickered at us from behind his dark sunglasses. The stench of intoxicated blood and sweat flew at my nostrils. My enhanced vampire senses picked up on, not only the normal smells and sights of a strip club, but also the mixed emotions I was surrounded by.

Why had I let Emmett and Peter drag me here? Hell, why was I still here for that matter? I spun around to escape but Peter was already on my tail, grabbing my arm and pulling me from the back door to the front of the stage. They were determined to sit me here and fill my face with boobs, weren't they?

I didn't even want to be here. Alice wouldn't mind, of course, but the idea of seeing another woman take her clothes off for my enjoyment sickened me. No matter how many times I told the guys I would be fine, they insisted on throwing me a Bachelor's party.

I had officially proposed to Alice seven months ago. Sure, it had been assumed that we were a married couple up until then, but I had old fashioned standards. I wanted a wedding band around both of our cold fingers, and I wanted it now. I had practically begged the guys to just throw me a party at home instead. I suggested we could play some Poker, race the bikes, hell, we could even get some beer. Not that it would affect us, but still. They wouldn't get the crazy idea out of their heads that I needed to go to a strip club, especially when I let it slip about 2 years ago that I had never been to one. Even Edward, who was probably the closest brother I ever had, besides Peter, wanted to come. Unfortunately, he already had plans tonight with Bella and did not want to cancel on her. He promised to take me out on his own tomorrow evening to make up for it.

"Come on, now, Jasper. Have some fun!" Peter called to me over the shoulder of a petite brunette stripper, who was currently giving him the best lap dance of his life. Of course he would be saying have fun, he was already married to Charlotte. She knew he occasionally wanted to go out with the guys, and she trusted him enough to be sure he wouldn't do anything. She really had nothing to worry about, though. It's not like Peter, or any other vampire besides Edward, is ever going to be stupid enough to fuck a human. But, then again, to each their own.

I fought the resistance to flee this rancid place. The only thing holding me here was knowing that the guys had spent a long time planning the rest of the evening. I couldn't ditch them, and I really did appreciate the effort put into planning this. So, in my urge to show them that, I waved a $20 bill at the sweet blonde in front of me. She eyed the money and smiled, but shook her head 'no'. She must have read the curious expression on my face, so instead of telling me what to do, she leaned down and all but shoved her breasts in my face. I assumed she wanted the bill placed in there, to I smiled as I tucked the tip in between her cleavage and her barely-there black lace bra. She winked at me before climbing back on the silver pole and spinning upside-down. My eyes widened as I felt the lust and excitement flowing off her in strong waves, and I repressed the urge, once again, to run for the hills. I didn't get pleasure in flirting with other women as most guys did. I only had eyes for Alice.

I heard whistles and cat calls, mostly from the guys. "That's what I'm talking about, Jasper! Get it, boy!" Emmett laughed as he called over to me from across the room.

"I think I need some air," I obviously lied, as vampires didn't need air, but I hurried out of the smoky building. This may be the only chance I had.

I decided to take a quick hunt and check in at home on Alice before heading back to the boys. They would never even notice my absence. I ran through the nearest woods, the sound of the wind rushing through my hair bringing me back to life. I felt free when I ran, free from the pain, trouble, and guilt that existence tended to bring. I took this opportunity to observe the wildlife surrounding me. I saw the squirrels with almonds and nuts in their chubby cheeks. I saw the ants crawling around on the Maple trees, searching for food and shelter. I noticed the birds in the trees, protecting their nests and chirping away contently. What a beautiful sight.

My unnecessary breathing hitched as I used my vampire senses to track down my prey. My throat burned and I smelled a pack of small wolves traveling nearby. I immediately stopped running and moved soundlessly throughout the woods, following my next meal. There were four of them, not quite newborns but not fully grown. I heard the sound of their heartbeats and I smelled the bland aroma of their blood. My venom seeped into my mouth and my instincts took over. I ran for them, ran to the only thing that mattered in my mind right then.

They noticed my approach but were slow to react. The largest one tried to protect the younger three, and it lunged for my throat. I quickly snapped it's neck and drained it, carelessly throwing it over to the side. As the fire in my throat subsided a bit, I looked over to the younger wolves, eying them as I mentally dared them to run from me.

I laughed as the smallest switched into attack mode. I moved and avoided it's sharp claws, frustrating it greatly when it realized I had the advantage. I was always quick with my decisions and I never faulted in my mental blockage. That's why Alice couldn't visualize me in any of her visions; my decisions and actions were always spontaneous. The only vision she had ever saw me in was the one where we met, in the diner in Philadelphia. I believe the only reason she saw me there was because it was not my choice to be taken to the diner. Peter had a feeling that's where I needed to be and dragged me there. The rest is history.

The immature wolves attacked me once again to no prevail. I killed them almost simultaneously, stopping in between only to savor what little flavor they had in their blood. I finally had my fill and attacked their bodies, shredding them to make it look like another animal attack.

I jogged at human pace, enjoying the sights I was passing with a new remembrance. I loved the country and outdoors when I was human. I don't remember much, but I do recall being Major Whitlock, and commanding my army to protect themselves and the thing they were fighting for. I looked back into my blurry past life, and I saw the breath-taking countryside. I saw the natural, peaceful outdoors. The outdoors that wasn't all concrete, wasn't all lights and money. I saw the country in it's form God meant it to be.

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the past. I didn't want to remember my human life. It was so much better than the existence I was in now. I would live then, truly live. I was the youngest Major in the Confederate Army. People looked up to me for guidance. I could always handle myself, and they knew it. I was in charge, I was in control. I really liked it that way. Now, the only thing I'm in charge of is when I take showers and doing my homework from my imperative Eng/La 12 AP Comp class. Alice and the Cullens handled everything else. Yes, I loved Alice... but I hated the feeling of being lost, the feeling of helplessness. It was degrading. I was capable of handling myself, they just didn't know it. I never allowed them for a second to think I was in control of my bloodlust enough to get along without their help. Admitting it to them was sort of like admitting it to myself, and I knew if I didn't have Alice here to keep me diligent, I would have been gone decades ago. I'm sure they all knew this.

My mind stopped wandering as I noticed the smell of blood and heard hundreds of heartbeats. I looked up from my thoughts and noticed myself standing in front of Forks High School, the place I dreaded for the past two and a half years. I hate that school.

I decided to walk the rest of the way to my house at a fast human pace, jogging every now and then. I finally reached the house and was hit with just about every emotion you could think of. The most prominent ones were anger, confusion, fear, anxiety, love, excitement, and.. lust. Heavy, deep lust. I blew it off and assumed it was just Carlisle and Esme role-playing again, and headed inside. The sight that attacked me next was atrocious, and it absolutely broke my heart.

On the couch was the love of my life, my everything, my soon to be wife, having hot, intimate sex with Edward.