A/N:Okay, here goes the next chapter! There are some lightly M themes in this chapter, so I'm still thinking about changing the rating.. Anyways please read & review! I highly recomend listening to the song Letting Go by Mark & James (in the little quote box) It sucha good song! Enjoy!

"And you make it so easy when you're here, you make me the person that I can't stand and I'm running away from you"

-Mark & James, Letting Go

JASPER POV

The reflection staring back at me in the mirror shouldn't have shocked me; I mean I've certainly gone longer without feeding. But still, my pitch black eyes took me aback. The dry burn swelled like a wave in the back of my throat, I strained my jaw, to see if it would fade; of course it did not.

"What are you looking at Jazzy?" Alice wound her arms around my waist and peered around me to see.

I watched our reflections, Alice's lithe, petite frame rubbing up against my chest. I lifted her into the air and kissed her smiling lips, her legs wrapped around my waist and the kissed deepened. The lust coming off of her only increased my excitement as I moved swiftly to our bed; I began to lift her shirt when I felt her small hands pressing against my chest.

"I'm sorry Jasper, but-" She started, her eyes were apologetic.

"No, Alice no, please! It's been so long, too long!"

"Bella's waiting for me downstairs, we can't let Charlie starve!" A grin spread across her face as she joked about Charlie's nonexistent cooking skills.

"Fine, have fun. I need to hunt anyway."

"Okay! Emmett's going hunting now, if you wanted to go with him."

I don't know what I had been thinking, hunting with Emmett? It was soon a competition to see who could bring down the most prey. Obviously Emmett won, I didn't want to compete.

My stomach was sloshing when I had my fill, and the burning had ceased to a dull memory. We began to race through the dense forest back to the house, when I caught a scent. It was a particularly delicious, extremely human scent.

"Emmett!" I called after him; he had raced ahead when he saw me slow down. He was soon at my side, a slightly annoyed expression on his face.

Suddenly a weak voice floated from the darkness, it was so hoarse, and it wouldn't have made a sound to human ears.

"Help me."

I saw Emmett tense out of the corner of my eye, I froze as well.

"What should we do?" My voice was low and quick, I still did not move.

Emmett was silent for a moment; we both listened to the harsh, labored gasps filling our quiet.

"We need to help her." Was all Emmett said, he quickly bent over, searching the ground for the human.

The stench of her blood was over powering, I was extremely grateful for the fact that I had just hunted.

I saw Emmett freeze and felt the panic rising through him, it mingled in the air with the heavy misery and pain that must belong to the girl. I strode over to where he stood and followed his gaze, there at the bed of a trench lay the source of the cries.

Although she was drenched in her own blood, whimpering and gasping I immediately recognized her face. No one could have forgotten her face; it was the front page on every news paper, the top story on TV. We had found Kylie Madison.

Emmett jumped down, landing lightly on the balls of his feet.

"What are you doing?" I hissed, still frozen where I was standing.

"Taking her to Carlise," Emmett squatted down next to her, squeezing her hand in his.

"Kylie," He murmured her name, "You're gonna be fine, okay? We are going to help you."

He spoke slowly, soothingly. But Kylie just squeezed her eyes shut tightly; her pained gasps told that she was fighting just to breathe.

But Emmett didn't lift her, his face contorted into a torn expression, I surveyed her mangled body once more and realized why; a large, sharp stone was impaled into her back, she was stuck to the forest floor.

I finally found use of my legs, and leapt down to help Emmett.

I ran her back to the house, I was coated in her blood; making it hard to concentrate. But the thing was I didn't want her to die, it was too sad, she needed her chance. I burst through the door, Carlise was waiting for us. Emmett had called to tell him.

I laid her gently against the white couch, Esme would be mad about that, but I didn't care.

"Change her Carlise," I demanded, "please."

He hesitated, "Jasper, we really need to talk this over."

"No! She's dying, help her, please we have to help her."

Emmett walked in, "Help her,"

I could hear Kylie's ragged breaths increase, she began to convulse on the couch. This was it; she would be dead in seconds. "Carlise!"

It was quick; he bit her five times; throat, wrists, and ankles.

Her convulsing stopped, and for a split second before the pain begun, her eyes opened and locked into mine. Then she let out a bloodcurdling scream, and her pain crashed down on me, lacing the air with her terror.

Carlise was immediately at her side, holding her hand and speaking softly. Emmett left to go find the others, and I tried to calm her.

Honestly I did try, but it was so hard to concentrate on soothing thoughts when her piercing cries shattered down on me, again and again. I needed to get out of there, I was losing it!

I slipped out the back door just as Esme and Rose rushed in through the front. I hated feeling cowardly like this, but being in that room, all the emotions. Pain. Terror. Misery. Distress. It was agonizing for me, no one would understand her pain the way I did. The way I do, I felt it; the burning coursing through my veins, the fire sweeping through my body. I shuddered and raced off into the woods.

I didn't come home until the next morning; it had taken me all night to compose myself well enough to enter the house again. Her screams had stopped and turned into low sobs. The air was still heavy with emotion, a mixed cloud of pain, anxiety, and maybe even a little hope.

I stood against the wall, pressing myself a far away from the pain as I could, her body was writhing and thrashing around on the couch, Alice was on the floor holding her hand. She stroked her arm and whispered that everything's going to be alright.

Kylie's eyes were clenched tightly shut, her fingernails ripping into the couch as the pain tore through her body. Carlise was examining a monitor he had attached via needle to her arm. Everyone was curious about how this would all turn out, I could see it in their eyes; feel it in their emotions.

Alice called me over to her; I sat behind her pulling her onto my lap. I kissed her hair, murmuring her name softly.

"You did a good thing Jasper," she sighed, "I know this is hard for you."

We sat there unmoving for a long time, I was calmer now with Alice here with me. We listened as the rapid thudding of Kylie's heart stopped, and her last piercing scream tore through me. Silence ensued as Carlise and Esme prepared to welcome her to her new life.

Kylie Madison opened her eyes.