My first fanfiction!

I do not own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does, but I do own my ideas, so please don't steal them!

Jasper POV

Hunting, again. Sure I was thirsty and loved the feeling of the warm blood cooling my burning throat, but hunting always reminded me of the night of Bella's eighteenth birthday party. I needed to sit down and think.

"You ok Jazz?" Emmett asked.

"Yah, just thinkin' about things" I said, my southern accent leaking out.

"Ya sure" Emmett said skeptically, "your accent is leaking out, that only happens when you're upset, in love, or thinking about "dixieland", so unless you're considering making out with that rock, you're pretty upset."

I knew Emmett was trying to make me feel better by joking, but he forgot to laugh at it, so I knew it was forced. Emmett used to joke all the time, and Esme used to smile, and Rosalie used to be happy, sometimes, and Carlisle used to do something other than just work and hunt. And Alice, my Alice, used to be a happy-go-lucky, hiper shopaholic. But that all ended when Edward decided that we weren't safe for Bella, that I wasn't safe for Bella. All of this was my fault, why couldn't I be the strong one for once and control my thirst!

I looked down at my arms. My sleeves were rolled up, exposing my many scars. I had split up our family, I deserved all of them, heck, I deserved twice this many.

"Hey, Jasper,I smell some grizzly, come." Emmett said, impatiently. I had forgotten he was even here.

"I'll go in a couple of minutes, I just need to sort this out."

"Ok. Your loss, I'm not saving you any!" Emmett called as he ran off.

I looked down at my scars again, remembering the pain of being bitten, but I also remembering the bit of relief that came with that pain. Whenever I got bitten, I had considered it punishment for killing all of those humans. I had considered this before, every time I slipped up and killed an innocent humans actually, but Alice of Carlisle had always been with me, but now I was alone. I rolled my sleeve up to my shoulder and sunk my teeth into my upper arm, ejecting as much venom as possible. It hurt, a lot, but was so relieving, that I decided to do it again. I sunk my teeth into my forearm this time, again, ejecting as much venom as possible. My forearm had more scarred bites, so it hurt more, but with it came more relief. I savored that, not knowing when the next time I would be alone would be.

Emmett POV

Jasper was sitting on a rock, thinking, while I was waiting impatiently for him to get up. My throat was on fire, I needed to hunt. Just as I was about to start singing this throat is on fire, I caught the scent of some grizzlies.

"Hey, Jasper, I smell some grizzly, come" I said, even more impatiently than before.

Jasper looked up like he had forgotten I was there.

"I'll go in a couple of minutes, I just need to sort this out." He said.

Sort what out?

"Ok. Your loss, I'm not saving you any!" I called as I ran off.

I ran towards the scent of the grizzlies and saw a mother and her two cubs.

'Yay', I thought, 'she'll be so mad if I start to attack her cubs, this is going to be such a good fight!'

I started to slow down, my instincts kicking in, when I felt a wave of pain and relief, what was going on? I decided that it was Jasper hunting, he sometimes let off random emotions when his instincts took over, but then it stopped. Jasper never stopped mid-hunt, what happened?

I decided to go back to where Jasper had been and the pain and relief started up again.

I got back and was about to call out his name when I saw something, something that I had never even considered was possible. Jasper was bent down over his arm, biting it. His sleeve was pulled up over his shoulder and there was another fresh bite on his upper arm.

"JASPER WHITLOCK HALE CULLEN! WHAT THE F***ING HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" I yelled as loud as I could.

Pretty short, just setting the scene.