Emotional Destruction.

Summary. . . . . . . . . . In the battle between Victoria's newborns and the Cullen's, Jasper is bitten. The venom burns as it courses it's way through his body, but he pays it no attention. As the Volturi arrive, he realizes his mistake as he is assaulted by emotions.

Disclaimer. . . . . . . . Wish they were mine, but I am just a child in Stephenie Meyer's playground.

A.N. . . . . . . . Wow, I have the Twilight bug now. It's weird, apart from Supernatural, I've never had the urge to write about any other show/film/book I love, but now I've started my Jasper fics, I just can't seem to stop. This will be my first Twilight multi chapter, I hope that you enjoy. JP.

The venom burned it's way up his arm, where it separated to ease it's way down his torso, and up into his head. He rubbed at his arm subconsciously, trying to ease the ache, and focused his mind, telling himself it was nothing he hadn't felt before ten times worse, but something about this time felt different. He tried to push the ache aside as Alice announced the arrival of the Volturi, but something stirred amidst his thoughts. He winced, and grasped at his head as emotions of fear, and joy, and lust, and hate; of terror, and pleasure, and greed assaulted him. He stumbled slightly, an act not unnoticed by his Father, and placed a hand against his temple in a bid to alleviate the agony that was spiking there.

"Jasper, Son, are you okay?" Carlisle inquired, his smooth features marred by worry.

He wanted to answer, wanted to be honest and ask for help, but he knew that now was not the time, that if the Volturi saw weakness within their ranks all would be lost. So he straightened, steeled his mind, and readied for the coming confrontation, a curt "I'm fine" whispered from his lips.

He stepped back as his Father did, and looked towards Edward, the only one who would be able to tell just how much pain he was in; thankful when his Brother's attention was else where. Stepping back a pace so that he was behind the other's, he tried desperately to shut down his mind, to block the emotions that battered him, but it was no use, and as Jane's vindictiveness, and Aro's lust, and Bree's terror, and his own families fears resonated through the air, it was all he could do to stay standing. As Bree's agonizing final seconds slammed into his mind, it was almost his undoing. He forced a smile upon his lips and a feral look upon his face, as Jane looked his way, as a gasp of pain escaped from his mouth. His own feelings of relief, igniting yet another bout of agony within him, as she finally turned away. By the time they had all turned and walked quickly through the forest, he was trembling, barely able to stand. He tried to listen to what was being said, tried to stay emotionless and alert, but the sense of relief from too many minds, was like a storm, each mind hitting him like a bolt of electrical lightning, and when he knew that the Volturi was too far away to hear he allowed it to overwhelm him, crashing to the floor, his body impacting like a clap of thunder.

He thought it would be a relief, that he could just slip away from all the pain, but as his family and friends gathered, he realized his mistake as wave after wave of crippling moods battered his tortured mind, leaving him writhing and shaking upon the cold, damp ground. His hands tore at his hair in what he knew would be a vain attempt to get his mind to stop, but the agony was intense, and his reasoning crippled by pain. Finally after what felt like an eternity, darkness encroached and he welcomed it with open arms, missing the screams of his wife as he fell limp within her hold.

They had all turned as they heard him fall, Edward's gasp of pain as his thoughts traveled to his brother, all the indication they needed to know that something bad was happening. Alice was the first one to reach him, pulling her trembling husband onto her lap, whilst her hands tried desperately to stop his vicious tugging of his hair. As he fell limp in her embrace, she looked towards her Father, eyes filling with fear and spoke.

"Carlisle, what's the matter? What's happening? Why didn't I see this?" She cried.

"I do not know Alice. I felt something was wrong earlier, but he said he was fine. Edward, what can you sense?" He asked his first son.

"Pain. Lot's of pain. It's eased now he's unconscious, but the undercurrent is still there."

"Why is he in pain? What's happened to him? Carlisle. Edward. Help him, please." Alice's panicked voice begged.

"We will, I promise you we will, but not here Alice. We need to get back to the house." Turning he pleaded with his eyes for his wife to help Alice, Esme silently making her way over, her hands going to Alice's shoulders as Carlisle spoke once more. "Emmett, please take your Brother home as quick as you can. Rosalie go with him, get my things ready, I'll be there shortly. Edward please inform the pack what is happening, tell them I will be over to look at Jacob as soon as I can, then please take Bella home." He waited for them all to do as he had asked before turning to his still distraught Daughter. "Alice, come now, you will do him no good if you work yourself up like this. We will find out what is happening and we will fix it, but we will need your help, we will need for you to be strong for him. Can you do that?" He watched as his Daughter turned troubled eyes his way, eyes that would have been shedding tears by now if they could. He watched her take a deep breath to help calm herself before she nodded in response. "Good, now let's go. I fear we have a lot of work ahead of us."

To Be Continued. . . . . . . . . . . . .

A.N. . . . . . . . . Well is it worth carrying on with? Please let me know. Thank you so much for taking time out to read. JP.