***I have the utmost respect for the relationship between Alice and Jasper. I wrote this to see how tortured Jasper's soul is and how easily he could snap in front of his loved ones.***

"Jaz! Jaz! Just calm down!" she spoke ever so softly. But I couldn't. How could I when the scent of Bella's blood was still apparent in my nostrils. The scent had clung around the inside of my mouth, around my head. It was sending me crazy.

I kept looking in the direction of the living room, where Bella's blood was. It was taunting me, I had to have it. Pushing past Alice, I headed straight to the scent, following it, inhaling it, inhaling it, craving it.

"JASPER WHITLOCK HALE!" she screamed, her voice cutting through me. I turned around. Alice had the most worried look on her face as I stared at her. I really wasn't really surprised. A huge growl escaped my lungs, my teeth bared, my mind full of hunger.

I spotted a small drop of blood on Alice's arm. I had to have it. Nothing was going to stop me. I flitted to her side, snatching her arm and bringing it to my mouth.

It smelt amazing. The fruity essence of it carrased my senses. And as my tongue protruded from my burning mouth, Alice interupted.

My attempt at calming her down had failed. She pushed me away and slapped me as I tried to calm her. It all happened so quickly then.

Alice lay in agony on the patio floor. She clutched her cheek with both hands. The cheek I had just slapped her on. Her eyes, for the first time, were filled with tears.

I had laid hands on my beloved Alice, and everyone apart from Carlisle and Bella had witnessed. Dear God help me.

I cowardly, jumped from the balcony and into the darkness of the forest. My heart was heavy with guilt but I knew that even if I poured my heart out to Alice, she would never forgive me for this.