Disclaimer: No, unfortunately, I do not own Twilight.

Jasper's Struggle

"Come on, it's just a little further, stop fighting me, you're not helping yourself."

Although his voice was tinged with annoyance now, it was still soothing for the most part, fatherly. And yet I struggled with all I had.

"Let. Go. Of. Me! Aaargh!" I let out a cry of frustration through my gritted teeth, pushing, struggling against his guiding arms. But he was unbelievably strong, and any resistance was in vain. I felt a scream of anger, despair, and pure pain building up in me and fought for all I was worth to push it back down, even as I fought the man trying to help. Why couldn't he just let go, leave me be and let me die in peace? If he knew what was good for him he would get away from me. It was hard to suppress a burning desire to lash out, to cause pain, even to kill, a desire that intensified with the pain coursing through my body.

Yet still he continued to pull me, half-drag me, through the cobbled streets. It was a good thing that darkness surrounded us and the streets were deserted. What anyone on the streets would have seen was a half-crazed boy being dragged through the streets by a man who could be his older brother, a man who didn't look at all cut out for handling me. For handling the monster I felt like I was becoming-I had no idea how true that was.

Before I knew it—and that isn't saying much, I was so blind with desperation and pain that I wasn't able to focus enough to know much of anything just then—I was being pulled through a doorway, into an ancient house, still struggling for all I was worth. I dimly registered as we crossed the threshold the outlines of blurry figures rushing toward us.

"Emmett! Edward! Come help me. Alice! Move the things off the bed in the guest room. Rosalie, get some blankets and a pillow."

The pain was increasing, more and more, to the point that I didn't even think I could struggle anymore against the man—my savior, my captor, I hadn't decided yet, nor did I have the strength to make the distinction. What was happening to me? I was dying, of that I was sure, but what on earth could cause this kind of pain? I remembered being attacked, I remembered the screams, people scattering—that would explain the deserted streets. But still I didn't know what had happened. The attack. I remembered feeling extreme pain, like I did now, only concentrated in one area at first—my neck? Yes. Yes, that was it. But what had caused the wound? A knife? A gunshot? I couldn't imagine either causing the kind of pain I was experiencing now.

And then, all of a sudden, I found myself in a dimly lit room, being pushed down onto a bed, a pillow shoved under my head, the dim light obscured by four heads above me, leaning in close together and staring down at me. Then I heard a calm, now-familiar voice beside me, and recognized that the man who had saved me was kneeling by the bed, the nearest to me, speaking softly, but firmly.

"It's okay, now, I want you to stay calm, take deep breaths. I'm a doctor, alright? And I know exactly what you're going through, I've been through it before, we all have."

I could hear his voice, but it was hard to listen to the words, hard to focus on the reality around me. I squirmed, writhing in pain on the bed. I rolled over, pressing my arms against my chest and my body into the bed as if I could squash the pain out if I pressed hard enough. My teeth were still gritted, and I never stopped fighting the scream desperately trying to escape from my mouth.

"It's alright, deep breaths. Try to calm down." Easy for him to say.

"This isn't something that modern medicine can handle, you've just got to let it run its course, but I promise it will get better."

Not something modern medicine could handle? I still believed I was dying, but surely modern medicine could do something about a gunshot or a knife wound, whichever it was, at the very least ease the pain. He made it sound like whatever was happening was something new, something too complicated for doctors to treat.

And then the pain was too much, my head was going to explode, this was it, I had to be dying, no one could survive this pain…and everything went black.

My first Twilight fanfic...PLEASE REVIEW!! And, by the way, I haven't read the last book in the series, so as the story progresses, please let me know if something is inaccurate. Thanks!

So, apparently, this is going to be a somewhat AU story because I was informed that Jasper's transformation was described in Eclipse. Again, I haven't read it yet so, just as a side note, obviously, it's going to be an AU story. :)