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I blew past trees, past former preys, past what felt like my life as I continued running. I had a lump in the pit of my stomach, a feeling I thought I had gotten rid of since I had become immortal.

The emotions that I had inflicted on others around me in what I considered my previous life was now looming over me as if karma did in fact return to haunt me. I felt as if my limbs were numb, my body was trying to go into a lockdown, not used to this emotions cause by my own mind rather than others around me.

I was a monster, and that was never going to change.

I knew she was behind me. I heard her approach me, but I didn't pay her any attention. I feared that if I turned around, I would harm her. The blood I had consumed earlier was boiling in my body as I uprooted a tree.

She let me continue my self-loathing spree, until it pained her to stand still and she moved to clean up my inhumane mess, but I was sitting on the trunk of a tree I had already turned over, the roots mere inches from my side.

She attempted to put a comforting hand on my shoulder and I shot across the forest once again, leaning against a tree that I managed to spare and staring forward with a hard gaze. She tried to approach me from the front now, and I closed my eyes in response, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.

"It isn't your—" Esme began the unnecessary speech, but I cut her short.

"My fault? Of course it is, Esme, don't appease me," I snarled, hating my harsh tone, but hating the pity she felt. She fell silent and was behind me again, her cool breath piercing my neck; her fingers trembled as they hesitantly rested on my shoulder. I didn't move.

"Relax, she's fine," Esme murmured quietly.

"FINE!" I turned to her and she backed up into the tree. I approached her menacingly, knowing that if Carlisle were here, he would slaughter me for even looking at her this way. I stared at her with a deadened gaze, a pained gaze that I tried to hide, but did not succeed in doing.

"I practically murdered Alice's best friend, Edward's partner, our family's new love and you're telling me it isn't my fault? I violated her humanity, her mortality! Who would want this? I wouldn't put our lives, our HELL on anyone."

Not to mention what I wasn't think about and forced myself to save for later. I not only broke the treaty with the La Push shape-shifters, but I violated the strict rules set by the Volturi. Not only did I practically murder a harmless girl, but also I practically murdered myself and put my family in danger.

I noted the spark of something other than concern in Esme's eyes and shot across the forest floor, darting to a tree thirty feet away. Again, she followed me, knowing I had gotten rid of my rampage.

And where was Alice? Again, I couldn't blame her. I practically murdered her best friend, which she warned me from day one would truly devastate her and she had praised my achievements thus far, until now…

Now she was standing over the body of a newborn that I had created. The one creature I had helped train and slaughter in a fixed genocide set by Maria, the creature who created me. I was no better than her.

"I meant Alice," Esme contradicted, and I froze. "She doesn't want to leave Edward, but she didn't want to hurt you with pity. She was half-terrified you were off for good, but Edward convinced her otherwise." I silently thanked him, just picturing her pained face that I had left after the… incident.

"She loves you, but she loves Bella and Edward as well, not nearly as much," Esme corrected and continued, "but she's there for Edward—making sure she's alright, when she's going to awake…"

Ah, of course… my anger had before blinded all my sensibility and was now unleashed. Alice would be used to predict when Bella would wake, this way any need for lying to Charlie again would be discussed and taken care of before it was considered odd of Bella's disappearance.

"She told me to leave you to—well, wallow, but that's not what a mother does," Esme put a hand on my shoulder and I still didn't move, my eyes closed, and I wouldn't budge. "Jasper, no one would even dream of disowning you, like I'm sure you are thinking. You made a mistake, but how many have we all made put together? Thousands upon thousands! Your situation is completely understandable."

"My situation is the most recent and the most vicious and thoughtless of all of the past attacks. I've harmed a family member," I seethed through clenched teeth.

"I am utterly positive that Edward does not blame you for this."

"I am utterly positive that everyone should, not just Edward," I contradicted. "Even Alice should—"

"She doesn't."

"But she should!" I yelled frustrated. "I practically murdered her best friend! Edward's partner for eternity! I don't know what I would do without Alice, I can't imagine how he felt, how he feels to have Bella on the brink of—"

"Being safe," Esme interrupted.

I turned around and stared at my "mother" blankly. "Being—safe?"

"She's safe, she's one of us, she's what she wanted from the start, and Isabella Marie Swan is going to be able to defend herself if, god forbid, Victoria does come back, or Laurent or anyone tries to harm her ever again. Edward has his mate for eternity, safe and unscathed. That's all he's ever and all I've ever wanted for him."

I didn't speak. There was no need. I saw her point and it pained me to even think that way. I was the murderer here, and yet my family remained on my side. I knew Rosalie would, but the fact that Esme was here telling me Edward wasn't blaming me, that Alice was pained by my absence, and that I was not being disowned lifted a small weight from my shoulders.

There were much bigger conflicts and consequences to consider that I wasn't thinking about. This was definitely not a happy ending, nor would it end happily. Bella would lose her father and had already lost her mortality. Any bit of happiness she had from being a normal human teenager was stolen from her. I had violated her; I had practically stolen any sense of who she was in that one minute.

Esme was staring at me with wide eyes, holding out a hand toward me, but I hesitated.

This was not over. Hell, this was not even close! I was forced with this guilt hung over my head, a consequence of my animalistic tendencies and action today that stole yet another life from the world.

"And I'm sure that Edward and Alice, as well as Carlisle, Emmett, Rosalie, and Bella," Esme continued, "would enjoy your company when she wakes tomorrow afternoon." She shook her hand in the air, waiting for me to take her hand and join her on the mile jog back to the house.

I hesitantly took a step forward and tilted my head to the side, staring at her hand as my once rigid, now trembling hand took her own. I looked toward the dirt unorganized path in front of us as we hopped trees and darted back to the house.

"He's back, Alice, now please relax," Edward soothed.

I was immediately bombarded with emotions. Esme's accomplishment, which I had recognized and experienced for the last half mile, Carlisle had his own wave of accomplishment and yet the two mixed in with an aura of worry and concern. Emmett seemed relieved, and I would later see him with Alice in his lap, trying to get her to relax. Rosalie remained apathetic even now. Alice was worried and anxious, running down the stairs and greeting me at the bottom, grabbing my hands and looking at me straight in the eyes as if warning me never to leave again.

The house still swelled with Bella's magnificent scent and I swallowed in response, but the pain I felt emanating from Edward was what stopped any thought from continuing. Esme disappeared from my side as Alice tilted her head to the side, questioning my emotions. I would've laughed if the circumstance were less grim.

I nodded slightly and she squeezed my hand, edging me forward toward the stairs. I ascended the stairs with my wife, glad that she had somehow forgiven me, which I knew wouldn't last, but she was happy I had returned, as was everyone.

"Her hand moved," Esme commented.

"It's been twitching and shifting—" Edward replied.

I looked at Alice outside the closed door of Carlisle's study; the first place they had put her after the incident. Alice looked at my pained eyes as if she recognized the lump in my throat and the agony tearing through my body. "You don't have to go in there," she whispered, inaudible to human ears. "Just as long as you're home, Jasper."

I turned toward the door, surveying the emotions. No more anger, although Edward would once he stopped blocking out my thoughts and saw me for the first time since… No anger or hatred toward my return. The accomplishment and concern, apathy and worry, relief and… was that… jealousy?

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To clear something up. I know this is coming. "Is Edward jealous of Alice and Jasper or is Alice jealous of Jasper and Esme?" NO! That is not the jealousy. That will be explained in a later chapter or possibly the next one. Everyone is still IMMENSELY upset over Jasper and he is NOT getting away with this this easily, that I promise you.

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