Jasper POV:

"You're cheating!" Emmett yelled over the howl of the wind as he, Edward and I soared through the trees close to the mountain. He wasn't talking to me, he was speaking to my brother, Edward, who I knew was cheating. All three of us had decided to have a little race, to see who was the fastest after all, Edward ran a few hundred yards ahead of us, but that was only because he knew when we were drawing closer, and he would find a way to divert out course, trick us, or otherwise.

"I'm not!" Edward called back, he was lying. I laughed as I sped up, my feet slamming against the ground again and again as I tried to keep up with him. Emmet reached my side, and smiled at me as he took over.

"I don't think so!" I yelled, as I thought, then turned and ran diagonally through the trees.

Now I was cheating.

I would come out on the opposite end, and tackle Edward, I didn't mind I Emmet won, as long as Edward, the main cheater, didn't. He always went on about how he-

I came to a sudden, abrupt halt.

Even after three long seconds of thinking about it, I still didn't understand what had happened to me until I found myself soaring through the forest on a path perpendicular to my original and heading for another goal other than our first.

I tried to stop myself, but it was too much. Each time I tried to bring my legs to stop, the hunter took over. Neither Emmet nor Edward had noticed my diversion until it was too late.

"Jasper! Jasper, don't!" I heard them call from behind but their voices became indistinct. I was far out of sight, but still I could still hear their pursuit though so I quickened my pace.

I had smelt something, too addictive and attractive to ignore. My body took over as if my brain had told it what was happening and what to do before I could even register it but I could smell them, smell it. Smell blood.

I smelt it, heard it, the drop of blood, whoever it came from was a goner, I couldn't stop myself as I tracked—no hunted the poor innocent human who had cut themselves with me around. I hadn't realised how thirsty I was until now.

I reached town and ran straight out from behind a bush, overlooking a garden down below, a young boy had cut his finger.

The perfection of the sweet aroma wafted from the boy's body in the gentle wind and blew into me. I inhaled once; the pure and true scent of human blood filled me.

I couldn't resist,

It's hard to explain to people who aren't... Like me... But, I suppose the best way I could explain it is that I could feel it. The scent of his blood, the texture of it, the consistency, the taste, and the flow of it in his veins all manifesting the certain, scent, flavour. What was it in him that made his blood emanate so strongly from his weak body? To me, blood doesn't have the "copper" smell that I have heard humans use to describe it. I didn't know what the scent matches, it had its own unlike scent that was indescribable except from one word.

Heaven.

Beyond my difficult control was the drive to take, to enjoy, to consume the life-blood of the young boy and to take pleasure in the kill.

So I lunged.

I was about to let out a growl, a growl to terrify my pray before e I sunk my teeth into him. But two pairs of arms wrapped around my waist, and pulled. I yelled out but I was already in the forest, being carried away from the boy by my brother's before my yell could be heard.

After a few minutes of fighting, swinging and clawing. I eventually regained control, and I held myself up.

"I think we need to hunt," I said.

"Good idea. You, me, Edward, two days, Canada! What'd you think?" Emmet asked, Edward and I nodded and headed back home to pack.