A/N: Hello. Thank you for following my story and please review and bring a little sunshine to Birmingham:)

Warning Warning Warning is that enough Warnings? This chapter will include violent scenes of a sexual nature. Also severe beating and general meanness and no Carlisle to make it all better. Sigh. If this is not your cup of tea then please don't read it. Thank you. (It is a dark tale.) x

Enjoy.x *hopefully*

The Red Eyed Monster

Late 1930's America...

"Allow me to assist you with that Ma'am." The young man assisted the lovely young lady with her supplies and loaded up the pale blue Cadillac. Taking a wistful look at the car Jason turned and gave the girl a curt bow and opened her door, depositing all of her bags in the back seat. "That is one ride." He looked at the car and then smiled at her. His big bright blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight as he grinned cheekily. "How about a drive?" They both looked at each other and thought about last night in the back seat amongst other places.

"Thank you Jason." She looked nervously around her. "Papa will be back in a moment so it might be best if you get going." She sat in the passenger side and shooed Jason away as she giggled nervously. "Go on."

"Of course." Jason looked up and down the street before suddenly sitting on the hood and rocking the car from side to side. She started to giggle at this fun boy with the sparkle in his eyes. "You did not tell me to get going last night now did you." He grinned and raised his eyebrows before winking and leaping to the ground. While he had his girl's attention he back flipped, landed gracefully and bowed to the girl and his captive audience that was walking by.

The girl laughed and her heart was beating faster. She had never known anyone like him before. He was different to other men; he did not act like the big man he was sweet, kind and funny. Her heart quickened even more at the memory of the previous night out by the pond and in the car. Blushing deeply as she thought of those long fingers and magical hands which were so refreshing in the stifling heat.

The girl's racing heart caught the attention of the strangers walking in the shadows. Emily watched Jason with hunger as she took in the man still grinning like a love fool. The combination of the blue eyes and Jet black hair made the girl melt in a most inappropriate way. Jason smiled at her mischievously and flicked his hair from his eyes.

As Emily watched the boy; the strangers watched Emily with a sudden hunger of their own. The ruby eyes shone out from beneath wide brimmed hats as they hungrily fell onto the boy who was now goofing about to impress the lady. Jasper couldn't help but smile at his childish attempts at courtship and decided that he wanted him.

"Meet me tonight Emily, just out in your court yard. I will be a perfect gentleman. You have my word." He smiled devilishly and kept a look out. Jason was so oblivious to anything but the girl that he did not see the angry Farrier that was coming up behind him.

"OK, I will meet you at midnight on the edge of our land by the pond. Be careful it is believed that militia are out." Emily said quickly as her brown eyes grew wider. "Jason behind you!" She hissed and Jason twirled round to face his uncle.

"Uncle, how lovely to see you." Jason said with forced joviality as he was aware that the street was crowded and Emily had a front view seat to the confrontation. "I was just helping the lady with her purchases as you have taught me to ALWAYS be a gentleman."

The older man stood in front of his infuriating nephew and without a moment's hesitation he back handed him across the side of his mouth and cheek. "Five minutes I asked ya to mind the fort! Get back to work before I do something I may regret!" Jason's uncle then sighed and passed him some cloth as he too was aware of the people watching.

"Now, he looks strapping and cruel. I want him." Maria whispered into Jasper's ear. "Don't disappointment me. You are a greedy boy and you must stop draining them completely. Learn control my love before I am forced to teach you, again."

"And the boy?" Jasper asked mesmerized by the human and looked on longingly at the blood from the boy's cut. "He's strong and would make an ex-"

"No Jasper!" Maria hissed jealously. "You are not having a pet." The red eyed beauty smiled seductively and walked away; to leave her own pet to his uneasy thoughts...

The boy put the cloth to his bleeding lip and looked at the ground trying to cover up his pain and humiliation at Emily witnessing that loving parental display. People were whispering and clucking their tongues at the poor Farrier, putting up with the orphan clown. He followed his uncle back to work keeping a large distance between them and peeked behind him. Emily looked so sad and he grinned at her from around the cloth. Making the loved up girl in the car smile again...

The boy tried to keep busy and away from his uncle as they worked. Business was slow for all, especially so for farriers as it was a dying trade. Jason had argued to change the business and start making parts for motor cars as that was the future. The boy had only mentioned it once and that was one time too many where is uncle was concerned. He always tried to keep his thoughts to himself now a days. Besides if he got the part in the play he was out of here, maybe try and take Emily with him.

He tended to the horse and worked hard all afternoon forging the horse shoes. He was there in body alone as his spirit was already out by the pond waiting for Emily. Emily was from a rich family who owned most of the land around these parts. He knew his uncle owed them over three months' rent. He also knew his uncle was furious with him for being with her, for being with anyone.

"Jason are you listening to me!" The older man placed a broom in his hand and pushed him towards the mess. "You best watch yourself round here. Her Papa would not want to see the likes of you, sniffing round his daughter. He knew the boy was not listening and began to curse his poor dead sister for bringing up such a sissy boy. "It won't matter anyway as they are looking for bodies at the mine. It is the young man's duty to provide for his family, you owe me Jason. Anyway it will get you from under my feet."

Jason turned around and stared at his uncle. "Sir, I am not working in a mine. It was never my plan as I have my audition tomorrow. Uncle, if I get this part I will be bringing money in." Jason stood tall and jutted his chin up, yet he was afraid of his uncle and even more afraid of working in a mine.

"Actor! How would a dandy prancing on stage be able to provide for his family? Actor! You are not right in the head. It may impress spoilt little rich girls but it does not impress me. Tomorrow YOU WILL put your name down to work at the mine. No nephew of mine is going to swagger the boards."

Jason bit down his retort and breathed deeply. He knew how this was going to play out as his uncle had been drinking the rent money again! "May I be excused I do not feel well." His eyes had began to shift back and forth between his uncle and the door. He knew he could not take him on physically as even though the boy was tall he had a slight build and no match for the burly Farrier. "Please uncle. I have worked hard all afternoon. Let me be. I will l-look into signing my name to go into the mine and b-bring home wages." Jason watched his uncle. "For you to drink it all away."

Jason's uncle stood still and silent as he studied the boy. He was delighted to see his hands tremble around the broom handle. Yet that remark did not go unnoticed and he was surprised the boy had it in him to say it to his face. He knew why though he was no fool. The boy was planning to run off with that damn traveling show and that would be over his dead body!

The boy was a disappointment and a dandy. The hair was a spiky mess not lying flat as it should be as it was always falling across his eyes and his damn sprite shaped face made the uncle want to smash it. The boy had prominent cheekbones and long black lashes which made him look like a sissy. Jason's uncle always despaired at how pretty he was, even his lips seemed to be ruby red in colour which was a stark contrast to his pale skin. Pretty had no place on a man's face. The only positive aspect to Jason was that the boy was strong underneath that strip of a body. He was strong to do the donkey work. Mind you, his spirit was stronger which the uncle knew he must break as he was too prideful and sinners were just as bad as cowards.

"Go and fetch the stick. You are not going anywhere tonight other than bed. Your bed at that!" The uncle flexed his fists and glowered at the boy who remained still. "A few lessons need to be learned and we will stay here until you can recite them. You are a sinner, a liar, a coward and a fool. You will do as I say. All the strong men that have been disappearing lately, not you though. Who would want you! Stop standing there and get moving before I start using my fists."

The boy began to move to the back wall to retrieve the cane; it was a fresh pliable cane that his uncle had made Jason sell his own guitar to purchase! He believed that the switch was not getting through to his nephew. Jason had reassured his uncle and thanked him for his concern. However, the switch did indeed get through to him and he should not worry so much. He was rewarded with a punch which had left his nose slightly crooked.

He shakily handed the offensive instrument to his uncle and backed away once more and began to pray for a miracle to distract him from the thrashing he was about to receive. When it became clear that no miracle was coming 'because there ain't no God is why!' Jason decided to just tell his uncle whatever he wanted to hear as long as it kept the peace.

"You are correct uncle, everything you said, all my faults. I am a hopeless dandy and a sinner. I will change my ways, confess my sins and make you proud." Jason was pleased with his theatrical speech as telling the truth never got him anywhere so then lying seemed the next best option.

"If you are not bent over the hay stack with your naked behind on display waiting for your punishment in the next five seconds I will use the horse whip and skin your back. It is your choice." His uncle was satisfied with the horror that was suddenly written on the boy's face. He had gone from beet red to white and knew the boy would comply as he always did in the end. "one, two-"

Jason knew if he wanted to see Emily he had to just deal with his uncle's rule and slip away at the first possible chance. He slipped his pants down and leaned over the hay, burying his face deep in his crossed arms. He chewed his lip and scrunched his eyes shut. His exposed butt and legs were pale and chased with goose bumps from the cold air. They were criss crossed with old and still healing welts and Jason cringed at the upcoming pain.

The cane was flicked down with all the force that his uncle could muster and a line was cut across the boy's backside which filled with a thin trail of blood. Jason howled and began to stamp his feet to elevate the pain and prevent him from standing. "Be still!" Jason felt the cane leave his poor skin and he cringed as he knew any second it would descend once more. The continuous 'Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack' was the only sound other than the muffled screaming. The welts left red trails and was delivered with as much viciousness as the first and Jason began to panic as the onslaught continued.

He went to rise from his prison as he could not take the hurting. This was met with the wicked instrument landing on the boy's left shoulder; he screamed and fell forwards on the hay. Jason's uncle was mad at the audacity of his nephew. He blamed his sister for the disappointment that now bent before him.

Putting the cane down he began to use his fists on the trapped boy. He delivered hard blows to his head and back. The screaming was muffled by the boy's own blood as he had bit his tongue badly. Jason was lifted backwards by his hair and punched in the side of his ear and cheek. He lay dazed and sounds became muffled. Panting the uncle calmed himself and instructed Jason to go and retrieve the cane as they were not done. Jason could not believe he would make him do that and he remained still and crying over the hay.

Jason's uncle seemed more out of control than usual and was watching him in an odd way as if Jason was his dinner; he was really afraid this time. It was still and quiet as he contemplated what to do. He could feel the blood from his cuts running down the backs of his legs and he began to beg for all he was worth. "I will change, please I can't take anymore. Please uncle let me be. I will do anything you ask." After more silence Jason began to slowly rise and tried to cover up his modesty the best he could.

"Don't bother covering up boy, I doubt if ya have anything down there anyway." He laughed and shoved the boy towards the cane and knocked him down. Jason howled at the contact with the unforgiving floor and quickly rolled over onto his stomach. On hands and knees he tried to calm himself and very slowly grabbed the cane from the floor and pulled himself back up by using the hay stack for leverage.

Jason shakily handed the cane back to his uncle and slowly took his position once more, wondering if he's uncle would go too far and kill him. 'Thwack, thwack, thwack!' The cane continued to be sliced across the back of the boy's strained legs. Holding the boy down with a punch to the bottom of his back he began to use the cane with all his anger and desperation. He wanted to make him suffer as if the mess his own life was in; was because of the boy.

The site of the boy's nakedness, pain and vulnerability began to get his uncle a little keyed up and he threw the cane to the floor and began to knead the boy's trembling backside. This sent Jason on red alert and he began to struggle anew. "Please, don't." He begged as he felt a rough finger begin to intrude. "Please, not that. P-please, p-please un-uncle."

"You should have been a girl, sooooooo pretty and enticing. Relax, it is better than horse whippin ya, which I will do if you don't keep still and take it. Jason could hear the noise of cloth as his uncle was rearranging his own clothes to gain access and he began to pray that if God did exist he would send an angel to strike his uncle dead. He cried desperately as he knew that he would never be saved.

Due to Jason's pain and his uncle's urges, neither heard the door open or the young man that stood to attention by the back wall. He had been watching the show for a few moments now and was amazed that the boy had not feinted when he was taken so roughly. He coughed politely. "I would hate to interrupt this family bonding that I see yet you are a place of work and I need assistance." Jasper spoke slowly and pulled his hat further across his eyes. As he watched the embarrassed older man straighten his clothes.

As soon as he felt the pressure off his back Jason slowly began to rise from the hay and gingerly pulled his clothes straight, he was crying and shaking uncontrollably and limped towards the door. "What do ya want can't ya see were closed!" The farrier shouted at the stranger. Sighing he wiped his sweaty hands on his apron. Jasper only had eyes for the boy as he watched him come towards him. He inwardly cringed from the pain that was coming off the boy in waves of humiliation, fear and confusion. "You run away ya coward; we will finish this later, which I can promise you." Jason froze at his uncle's words.

Encouragingly, Jasper opened the door and watched Jason from under the rim of his hat. The boy's blue eyes widened as he stared at the young man in front of him. Jasper removed his hat and bowed before showing Jason his blood red eyes and winked at him. "Best run along now you really don't want to remain here." Still crying Jason nodded at the devil and slowly left. Jasper threw the shocked boy a coin. "You need a drink boy, have one on me. I am feeling mighty thirsty myself." The door shut and Jason limped away to find quiet and process his jumbled thoughts. Then a drink or two curtsey of the devil before meeting Emily...

Jasper began to move slowly, examining different objects as he went. Every now and then he would glance at the drunken man and flash his best smile. The eyes that bore into him contained no smile and Jason's uncle knew that he was in the presence of no man. He began to pray and removed his cross to clutch it tight in his hand.

Jasper chuckled as this was the first thing the sinners did when his own brand of damnation was coming. He glanced down at the cane and could smell the traces of blood that lingered on it. He knew that this man would fit in well with their army. Yet he did not want him there as he would be too strong to control easily and Jasper was tired of the fight. Besides Jasper was hungry. He picked the cane up and much to the uncle's dismay he licked the blood off and smiled at him while flexing the cane.

"Your turn now. If you are not bent over that hay stack with your naked ass waiting for punishment in the next five seconds - ." Jasper used the cane to point to the hay where only moments before the broken boy had been. "I will use the horse whip and skin your back. It is your choice. I am very good with a whip. You have five seconds to comply starting from now." Jasper suddenly looked serious and began to manipulate fear into the uncle's frightened psyche having him believe that he would be dealt the same hand as he had just dealt his nephew. "And you are soooooooo cute. Ya know, you could almost be taken for a woman." Jasper smiled hungrily. "One, two." He counted as he smiled at the terrified weeping man. "three, four –"

Whimpering the uncle backed away until his legs rested on the back of the hay. He felt small and afraid and began to cry. "Please, just take what you want."

"Oh I intend too." Jasper stared intently and remained dead still. "Five." The cold expression on the devil's face made the uncle go into shock. "Only kidding! You're not my type." Jasper laughed and raised the cane high and crashed it down on the side of the man's neck, bursting the artery that pumped beneath the skin. Jasper joined him in an instant and drank deeply, every last drop...

The frightened boy stumbled into the bar and shakily asked for whisky and handed over the coin. The bartender watched him closely as he did not seem in his right mind. He could see that his brute of an uncle had got him good this time. It was none of his business and the large amount of money the boy offered was a good enough reason to let him be. Jason drank down his shot and grimaced. Coughing as the flames warmed his insides he asked for another. He morosely thought about his uncle and guilt and shame crept up his spine.

He had left him with the devil even though one look in the man's red eyes told him that his uncle would die. Jason knew he was a coward and had proved it big time. Yet at the time he had wanted his uncle to die and was glad. The boy was given the bottle and with trembling hands he continued to drink as it soothed the pain from his injuries and numbed his mind.

He slept for a while as he stood at the bar; He could hear muffled voices and music. He liked the tune and suddenly wished for his guitar and his mother. The noises were getting further away as he layed his head on his bent arms and closed his swollen tear filled eyes. He dreamed of the red eyed man and Emily and then oblivion for the sweetest of moments. The sound of smashing glass abruptly startled Jason back to his hurting senses. "Emily!" Jason stood up too quickly and became light headed as he fell to the floor.

The crowded bar suddenly became quiet as all eyes were on the beaten boy who had cried out as he hit the floor and jumped up rubbing his backside before he could stop himself. "Jason's been whipped again, lazy good for nothing boy!" People began to laugh at Jason's embarrassment and pain. "How he puts up with ya, I do not know."

"Ahhhrrrh, leave the boy be. Look at your poor face." The bar maid gently stroked his bruised cheek. Jason shivered with cold and shock. However, the kind words and gentle touch made him cry as the shock was beginning to take over his senses. She helped steady him. "Go home Jason and sleep it off ok honey." She was so kind and concerned for his welfare that Jason thought of his mother and tears rolled down his bruised cheeks. Using her apron she wiped the tears from his face. "Go home."

"I do not have a home Ma'am." The boy retrieved his bottle and limped to the doors. Jason turned back and nodded at his saviour. "Thank you kindly." He could still hear snickering as the tavern doors swung shut and Jason was left in darkness and quiet. He knew he had to see Emily and have contact with another human, to prove that he was worth saving from this nightmare.

He half ran half stumbled to the edge of Emily's land and was relieved to see her sitting on the bench looking out into the darkness. She had her back to him and was very still; Shivering, Jason cringed as she would be angry with him for keeping her waiting.

He moved around the bench and gingerly sat down and bit his lip from preventing his tongue from crying out. Yet Jason did not look at his girl, because he knew that she was dead and that the red eyed man had taken her. From the moment he woke in the pub he knew. She sat cold and still, her brown eyes staring across the pond waiting for redemption.

She had been waiting for him and he had let her down. "Sorry Emily." He leaned against the dead girl and put his head next to hers and cried. This movement jolted Emily from her frozen position and she toppled to the floor as her eyes continued to stare at him.

The traumatised boy leaped up and backed away from the horror before him. "S-sorry Emily. S-so s-sorry." He put a fist to his mouth to prevent the screams that was threatening to escape from his horrified lips.

Slowly he moved backwards away from Emily and was suddenly stopped when a gloved hand touched his shoulder. Jason turned around and looked into those red eyes for the last time as an eighteen year old human...

A/N *I know there was no Cullen magic in this chapter and very little Jasper. *I just wanted to explain (hopefully) and show why Jasper feels that he has a lot of atonement to make up for.* PLEASE stay with me and review as chapter 3 will see a very troubled Jasper trying to manipulate his mother. Me thinks, I also smell a lingering trace of wacky tobaccy in the woods by the Cullen house. If I can smell the unique aroma all the way from the UK I am pretty sure that Carlisle can smell it. Tut tut tut!*