AN: This Twilight discipline story was written by myself and TM Twilight Girl. The characters are not our own; they belong to Stephenie Meyer. If discipline stories involving corporal punishment from an authority figure offend you please stop reading here.

Chapter One Jasper's POV:

Why did I have to be so weak? I just scared Bella and my family half to death.

It was just a little bit of blood. All the other members of my family had resisted pretty easily, but not me. I almost killed my brother's girlfriend because of a few drops of blood.

I should have never breathed. I could have spent the whole night without the need to draw a breath. Bella would have understood my aloofness. My family wouldn't have said anything about it and probably applauded my precaution. I nodded to myself. That is how I should have handled tonight. Unfortunately, that is not how it happened.

Bella cut her finger, a simple paper-cut that, under normal circumstances, wouldn't have even bled. She has to be the unluckiest person on the planet to get an actual bleeding paper-cut in a room full of vampires. Why, oh why did she have to bleed from that insignificant little paper-cut?

No. I chastised myself. This is not Bella's fault. This is mine. Alone. My fault.

I digress... When I saw that first drop of liquid heaven, like an idiot, I gasped in shock, taking a breath. When I did this, I inhaled that exquisite fragrance that I had long denied myself. Immediately, I had to have it. In that moment, I would have given anything, even my very existence to once again taste that sweet nectar flowing through Bella's veins. I had no other thought in my mind except reaching my goal, Bella.

It took both Emmett and Edward to restrain me, and even then, I didn't regain my senses until Alice blocked my view to Bella, cutting off the sight of the prize I so desperately wanted. In that brief moment when I focused on my Ali, Edward and Emmett gained enough leverage to pull me out of the house. Even now, as I remember the smell, I am sorely tempted to go back to the house and finish the job that I had started.

No. I will not be that soulless creature. Who am I kidding? I am a demon sent straight from the pits of hell to kill the innocent. Even if I never taste another drop of human blood, I am wretched for what I have done tonight.

Bella owes her life to the quick thinking of my wife and brothers. Had they reacted even a fraction of a second later... well, my eyes would be a bright shade of red, and Charlie Swan would be planning the funeral of his only child. And Edward would be...

I shuddered violently at that thought. I've seen vampire's who had lost their other half. Some became feral, crazed to the point where it became necessary to destroy them. Others became lifeless, shadows of their former selves. Most of the latter were killed out of pity, ending their pathetic existence.

I very nearly did that very thing to Edward. What kind of hideous beast even instinctually tries to kill his brother's soul mate?

From where my brothers had taken me, I could hear everything going on inside the house. Carlisle, my adopted father,was currently in the house cleaning Bella up just like this is any other day. That thought alone had sent me reeling. It most certainly was not just another day. It was the day that I had attempted to end the life of Bella Swan, my brother's beloved. To say that I had merely tried to drink her blood was a gross understatement. If my father and my brothers hadn't been there to hold me back, I am sure I would have followed through, and I would have been solely responsible for shattering the soul of my younger brother, Edward. Being an empath, I can feel the way Edward regards her, and I can safely say that he loves her every bit as much as I love Alice. He would be utterly devastated without her.

Would they ask me to leave the family? I wouldn't blame them if they did. In fact, I fully expected that they would. Carlisle was the very picture of restraint. How could he abide my grievous failure? He most certainly would want me to leave so that I couldn't infect his perfect family with my pathetic lack of control. Esme, my kind-hearted mother, had already thought of Bella as a daughter. How would she see me? Rosalie didn't care for Bella, but she always prided herself on the fact that she's never tasted human blood. How could she ever call me her twin brother again? Emmett would probably take this better than anyone else, but still, he loved Bella like his little sister. I know how he felt when James, the nomad, tried to kill her. He was furiously protective of her. Today, I likewise tried to kill Bella. I am no less vile than that monster. That is nothing compared to the hatred Edward must be feeling towards me. He would never, ever forgive me.

I wouldn't make a scene when the inevitable happened. I would gracefully gather my stuff and be on my way. I had survived on my own before, before Alice, that is. Now that I had found her, there was no way I could exist without her.

Alice, my love, where are you when I need you?Would she leave with me if Carlisle asked me to leave? Even as I think this, I know it isn't "if", it's "when." There is no doubt in my mind. I would be a nomad before the night is over.

Alice, will you ever forgive me for trying to murder your best friend?Even as I ask myself this question, I know the answer. How could she forgive me? Alice loved Bella, and I was the loathsome creature that nearly took Bella's life.

As soon as Emmett released me, I headed toward the place Alice and I go when we want to be alone with each other. I ran about five miles north of our home to the peak of one of the many mountains in the area. You could see anything and everything from up here. I will wait here. If Alice wants to see me, she will know where to go. If she doesn't... I wouldn't blame her.

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