Bella's POV

We made to my brother's house and our home state the next day. I was still seething with fury. In fact, the more time that passed, the more angry I got. I was gonna tear my brother apart when I got my hands on him. I knew it wasn't really his fault that things went to hell, but he'd come up with the idiotic plan and I couldn't get to the Cullens right now, so he seemed like a pretty good target for my rage. Plus, the fact he was my brother and annoyed the crap out of me helped too.

I was out of the car before it even came to a full stop and started towards the small house.

"Bella," I heard Charlie call after me.

I ignored my father and continued towards my brother's house. Before I could get to the door, my brother's wife and the woman I considered a sister came out to great me.

"Bella, it's so good to see you," she said in a thick southern accent.

I decided to calm my ire a bit so that I could great my sister. I hugged her tightly. "Hey, sis. How have you been?"

"Uh, well, I'd say better than you," she said before pulling away. "He feels really bad. He thought the plan would work."

I scowled at the mention of my brother. "He doesn't feel nearly as bad as he's gonna."

"Bella, enough," Charlie said as he came forward and hugged my sister. "Good to see you, Beautiful."

"Hi, Charlie," she said as she hugged him back.

"So where is the asshole?" I asked.

"Bella. As you can see, she's a little testy," Charlie said.

I rolled my eyes. Leave it to my father to downplay the situation. I was far more than testy. I was murderous. I wanted Alice and Edward Cullen to be piles of ashes on the mantle! The others weren't that much better, save Rosalie and Emmett, but those two were the worst. I wanted Alice to pay for what she'd reduced my mate to and Edward pissed me off because he was arrogant asshole!

"Well, I can't blame her there. If a little midget pixie had hijacked my mate, I'd feel the same way," my sister said.

"If I come out am I safe?!" A voice called from inside the house.

I rolled my eyes at my idiot brother. He didn't really fear anything. Oh, I could do some damage to him if I really tried, but he had nothing really t fear from me. For one, he was my brother. I might hurt him, but not enough to do lasting damage. No matter how much he pissed me off, I still loved him. Also, he had the strength and training to subdue me if he had to.

"Peter, get your ass out here!" Charlie ordered.

A man with short blond hair and crimson red eyes stepped out eyeing me carefully. My brother Peter. "Now before you say anything…"

The loud growl I had let out cut him off mid-sentence. "I wasn't planning on talking!" I said before pouncing on him. I got him in my grasp and threw clear across the yard.

"Bella!" Charlie growled at me.

Peter stood up and dusted himself off just in time for me to come rushing towards him. This time he was ready for me and put his arms around me tightly.

"Let go of me, Asshole!" I yelled angrily.

If anything, Peter's hold got stronger. "Calm down, Baby girl. I know you're pissed, but it's not really at me."

"The hell it's not!" I yelled before head butting him, causing him to release me and get sent back a few feet.

"Isabella, enough!" Charlie yelled with a loud snarl, proving he was all vampire.

Peter picked himself up again. "Will you just let me talk for a second? I didn't know it would turn out like this. You really think I would've suggested it if I did?"

"No," I said calming down just slightly. Peter was my big brother. I knew he wouldn't set out to deliberately hurt me. Still, it was his plan and I was pissed that it failed. "Why the hell didn't you consider this, Peter."

"Okay, I suggest we all go inside. The neighbors are a few yards away, but y'all were loud enough that they might have heard. Let's not chance given anyone a show," My sister said.

"Wise as ever, Char. Shall we?" Charlie asked.

Peter walked towards the house and got pulled into our father's arms briefly. "Hey, Dad," he said in his southern accent. Peter had an accent while me and our father didn't because he spent a lot more time in the south than we did. We kind of lost it, though that didn't mean we weren't proud southern folk.

"How you doing, son?" Charlie asked.

"Ugh, been better," Peter said with guilt in his voice, making me feel a bit remorseful for taking things out on him. It wasn't actually his fault. I just wanted someone to blame.

"It's not your fault, Peter. Come on, let's go inside," Charlie said.

We all went inside and headed towards the table. We all took our seats. Peter and Char sat on one side of the table while Charlie and I sat on the other side.

"Bella, I really am sorry. I didn't think it would turn out like this. It shouldn't have turned out like this. The second pansy boy Edward went to attack you, the Major should've felt the pull and stopped him," Peter said. From his tone, I could tell that he was really confounded.

"Except that Edward didn't attack me. Jasper did. It makes no sense. Jasper shouldn't have even part of the illusion of me cutting my finger or feeling bloodlust. Yet Jasper is the one that felt the most bloodlust and attacked. The others weren't supposed to be a part of it either and they felt it. I don't get it," I said confused. My anger had begun to dissipate and I started to really think about what happened and wonder why. Before I'd been too focused on my anger to think about it, but my brother questioning it got me going to. My power had never failed me before. What the hell had happened?

"Maybe he didn't. Maybe none of them did," Char said.

I looked at her like she grew a second head. "Char, you know I love you, even more than my idiot brother…"

"Hey," Peter protested.

"But don't be dense. All of their eyes were as black as night. That indicates hunger. They all felt bloodlust."

"Yeah, but not necessarily their bloodlust. By using your gift, you made Eddie think you were his singer. The bloodlust he felt would've been extreme," Char said.

"Yes, I'm aware. That was the whole point. We wanted him to feel more thirsty than he ever has before so he'd attack, but the little asshole managed to control it!" I growled angrily.

"Or he shifted it, sent it elsewhere," Char said as she looked right at me.

I met her eyes and it only took a minute for me to realize what she was saying. The only way for Edward to have avoided some of his bloodlust was to transfer it someone else. He didn't have that power by himself, but by throwing it all at the empath in the house, he could do it. He was the reason Jasper attacked me and also why the others felt it. He threw it at Jasper and Jasper in turn, unable to handle it, accidently projected it to the rest of the family. "I will freaking kill him!"

"Bella, calm down," Charlie said.

"Calm down? He harmed my…"

"Okay, no one's harmed," Peter said.

"You're wrong. You didn't see his face later," I said. After Edward had taken me home that night, I doubled back. I saw Jasper in the woods with Alice. He looked so miserable. He was devastated that he'd attacked me.

"He'll be okay. He's dealt with a lot. He can deal with this too, though he shouldn't have to," Peter said.

"Damn straight he shouldn't. You better have a plan here, Peter," I told my brother. I would be damned if I gave up now. Jasper was my mate and I wanted him back.

Peter smirked at me. "Don't I always, baby sister."