Backstory-

The Cullen Coven travels to Italy to meet their fate; the Volturi are expecting them. En route, Jasper loses control and attacks two unsuspecting women; one of them dies. Carlisle promptly orders Jasper to run before more damage could be done. Jasper ran, and didn't look back. He didn't want to hear Edward's thoughts or Alice's predictions of his future. And most of all, he didn't want to see the look on Esme's face.

The Forbidden Forest

Jasper Hale ran with increasing speed. Emmett wouldn't be able to close his distance now. He looked like a blur; a faded rainbow against the Italian sky. Jasper ran north bound for hours; his shame fueling him to go further. It had been 50 years since he killed a human. In ten minutes Jasper had brought down two lives. He had taken away someone's mother, daughter, sister, and friend. The worst part: the thirst would return. It was an endless cycle of nonsensical violence. This entire woman's lifetime would only sustain him for a few hours. Disgusted, Jasper ran faster.

The sun had set when Jasper reached Scotland. His eyes darted to the Forbidden Forest.

His lean figure easily slid into the shadows. Traces of moonlight exposed Jasper's golden hair and marble skin. One could mistake Jasper Hale for an exceedingly attractive Hogwarts student. However, Hogwarts students did not move with such precision and agility.

Jasper assessed his surroundings like a Confederate Major strategist: the height of each tree, the thickness of the tree trunks. He noted anything he could see or smell. In his survey of the forest, he sensed something strange. The animals in this forest did not fear him. Their heartbeats were slow and audible, but the beasts remained invisible. Jasper smirked, no prey had ever escaped him. He was in the mood to take out his anger. He wanted to prove that he could satisfy his thirst from animals instead of... instead of what he'd done.

For three straight nights the Forest hummed with lightning feet that broke branches. The tree's leaves rustled faster than the wind, giving way to the new predator. His light footsteps were faster than his prey's thoughts. But for all his skill and cunning, Jasper could not catch a single animal in that forest. At least those creatures did not have the smugness to show themselves, to rub it in his face.

Jasper was instead tormented by black horses that weren't horses at all. They had sinewy wings and white eyes. They were the only beasts that dared to show themselves, and they taunted him with their proximity. As soon as Jasper hunted them they swiftly ran and disappeared. Yet when he stopped hunting them, they began to follow him around . The mockery of it all only added to Jasper's frustration. It was like chasing death.

Kneeling against a tree, Jasper suddenly saw something that was neither black horse or blind noise. It was a white glowing rabbit! Without hesitation Jasper lunged at the rabbit and began the hunt of his life. He broke trees in half as he ran, refusing to yield to any obstacle. His desperate need to feed had driven him insane.

It was when Jasper almost caught the rabbit that it disappeared into a puff of white smoke. In an instant Jasper collided with an invisible wall. The impact was so strong that he was thrown back hundreds of yards. A large tree broke his speed and Jasper rebounded to the floor. His nerve endings felt like fire. His body had absorbed the wall's electricity: it surged through him and broke nearly every bone in his unbreakable body.

Jasper lay on the ground and waited for the familiar mending to begin, but it didn't come. He could not seem to lift himself up. This was impossible for a vampire. Eventually, he managed to prop himself against the broken tree instead. This was his first real injury in a century. A small part of Jasper had been satisfied by this peculiarity. It was something to distract him from the bloodlust hunger he felt. Human or animal, he was to the point of breaking.

Jasper heard footsteps. His instinct as a cavalry major honed in: precisely 20 yards away definitely northeast; walking directly toward his path. No doubt a girl. Foolish young miss. What's she doing in the forest all by her lonesome, where she could easily be attacked?. He thought as shame began to rise, knowing what he would do to her. Jasper wouldn't be able to control himself again. Edward and Emmett weren't around to stop him.

He growled loudly hoping she would hear it and run away.

Soon the girl appeared. She was barefoot and clad in a silk green nightie and thick blue scarf. Jasper shot wave after wave of intense fear directly at the girl. As much as Jasper tried to wash her over with horror, he could only sense serenity.

What kind of forest was this, where none of his abilities mattered? He briefly entertained the idea that he was once again human. The notion was shattered as she directly stood above him. Her blood was intoxicating. It was different, foreign, almost magical.

"You won't catch them, you know." the girl bent down. The fire-less light from a tree branch illuminated both their faces. She brushed away her wavy soft blonde hair, revealing light gray eyes that framed her porcelain skin. A peaceful smile rested on her lips.

After a moment, Luna directed her gaze at the horses.

"They're therstals. They're bred from death, so it's a little hard for them to die" continued the dreamy voice, regarding him "kind of like yourself."

Jasper's black eyes narrowed and entire body stilled to perfection. So she knew? And yet she still approached him? Luna smiled at the vampire. Her hair fell in crashing waves to her waist. It made her look like a fairy. An awkwardly dressed fairy. A fairy who wanted to die.

"It's very noble of you to hunt animals instead of..you know." Her airy voice danced in the wind. She moved closer, ignoring his low growls. He sensed mild amusement.

With swift spells, Luna proceeded to mend Jasper's torn black slacks and navy dress shirt that exposed a generous part of his torso. He merely looked at her; more astounded by her lack of fear than her ability to mend clothing. When she was done, Luna sat half-a-foot across from Jasper, in indian position. She glanced at the night sky, smiling dreamily as if enjoying a night out with a good friend.

"I'm not afraid of you, like the nargles are. They flew away from this direction, so I thought I might find out for myself" Luna smiled, "and here we are."

Jasper didn't respond. His focus was divided between trying to change her emotions and trying to keep his thirst at bay. More silence. She seems so comfortable with silence. She's so close. It wouldn't take much to lunge forward. The burning in his throat broke the silence.

"I suggest you leave ma'm." Jasper whispered. His control was breaking. His voice came out like restrained velvet. He held her glance and licked his lips, stopping only to bite his bottom lip. Restraint was definitely breaking.

Luna stood up. She tilted her head for a moment, admiring his unintended (but perhaps intended) seduction. She looked down at his sculpted face with golden hair that reached his ears. He belongs in a painting. His navy dress shirt seemed expensively tailored to his muscular form. He peered at her with desperate black eyes glinting red. His mouth betrayed a hint of a half smirk. His expression was complete stone that held back an alluring secret; a hint of unknown pleasure that would be hers if she'd only come closer.

"Yes, I suppose we should leave. The forest can be rather dangerous at times" Luna concluded, smiling.

With a wave of her wand a large bucket of raw meat appeared. She carefully placed it on the ground by Jasper. At this point he didn't care how she'd done it. He squeezed every last morsel of blood out of the meat, as if it were a canteen in the desert. Luna cast a blood replenishing charm on the meat, knowing he would appreciate a good dinner.

Soon Jasper felt control wash over him. His shattered ribs were quickly mending and brightest golden eyes replaced the tormented red-black.