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Jasper:

I have always had trouble dealing with the powerful energy that swirls around me both day and night. Sometimes everyone else's emotions get tangled in with mine, making it nearly impossible for me to determine which are my own. However, when I'm home I can completely relax. Home is peaceful and welcoming. It's a white light in the dark night that I call my life. Alice's emotions are bubbly and loving, Emmett's are fun and carefree, Rosalie's are brave and independent, Esme's are warm and welcoming and Carlisle's are proud and strong. But today, however, is different. As I stand on the front porch, I can't help but realize that emotions oozing off the house sends chills down my spine. The emotions that are ricocheting in every direction remind me of my past. Before I found Alice, I was lost and confused. I regretted killing all those people and the guilt practically ate me alive. And what the guilt left behind, the fear of life gladly took. And that's what Carlisle's feeling. The guilt was telling him to run from his problems, but the fear had him frozen. But I knew from experience that if he was provoked or confronted he would do either of two things. Run or fight. I guess we'll find out which one, I sigh as I open the door to the place that I call home.

Carlisle:

I can hear him standing at my front door. It's like when I was a child. He would stand outside my bedroom door taunting me, allowing all the fear to sink in. And then when he got tired of that, he would open the door and unleash his wrath. I was young, and didn't know any better. I thought that all of the other families were like this. And by the time I finally realized that none of my friends parents beat them, it was to late to do anything. My father had become a well respected pastor, who was known to kill those who were said to be corrupted and "Evil". Besides, I was too small and afraid to fight back. And I didn't really want to back then. I was naïve, and still believed that my father would change and that we would forgive me for my mothers death. But this time is different. It has to be different. Because things have changed. I'm faster and stronger than he is and I no longer am looking to please him. I can fight back and end his taunting forever. I will no longer have to look around the dark corners, or feel the pressure of him on my shoulders. His voice will no longer echo in my head telling me what a failure I am to him and to my family. I will be free. Free to live my life the way that I want to without the judgment that his is always whispering into my ears.

I can hear the door open slowly. He's now walking up the steps. I only have a few more seconds to decide. Can I truly do this? Can I end my father? My hands find the small scar that lays around my neck. I can remember getting this scar like it was yesterday.

I was nine, and I had just came home from school. The house was quiet, as usual. I walked up to my room to set down my books, but instead I found my father sitting in my room, the portrait of my mother in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. I thought I saw a tear run down his face, but by the time I looked closer he was lunging at me. The wine bottle hit the floor, the contents ruining the pure carpet beneath it. "I doubt you will ever fathom how much I despise you. If you hadn't of been born, my wife would still be here." His hands, longing for the touch of his departed love, found their way around my neck. The only other thing I remember is waking up a while later with a purple bruise around my neck. That was the first time that my father tried to kill me. And it definitely wasn't the last.

Because that night was the night that everything changed. It was the night that my father joined the fight against evil. I just wish that he would have realized that he was just running in circles and that the only things that was truly evil was himself.

The opening of the door below me snaps me out of the worst memory of my human life. While it has been less than a second, I have made a decision. I will kill him.

Jasper:

I had almost reached the top of the stairs when I felt the change in my father's emotions. He went from being petrified to determined. I could practically see the red rage seeping out from under his door. I don't need to be a mind reader to know what's going to happen when I open the door to Carlisle's study. He's going to fight me. Well, I guess I can't say that I'm totally surprised. Alice did warn me.

I know for a doubt that he doesn't have enough fighting experience to beat me, however, he does have rage on his side. He's going to be going off pure instincts, much like a newborn. Besides, I think that this could help him get rid of all of these repressed emotions. I used to knock down trees in the Forest before I found a better way to relieve some of my emotions. Maybe the same will work for Carlisle.

My mind re-processes all the old information that had been locked up in the back of my mind. I won't necessarily fight back, but I don't want to get myself hurt. That would just put more blame on Carlisle afterwards. It's going to be bad enough after he realizes that he's fought me.

I hear him stand up from the black leather chair that sits behind his desk. Well, I guess it's now or never. My hand grasps the metal doorknob and I slowly open the door.

However, the moment the door swings open, all hell breaks loose.