This is dedicated to Bad Alice, she knows who she is…she's the Alice in my life. And to Emmalie, our very own Emmett and Rosalie all in one person, a.k.a Emmalie101. Seriously, the girl can be both of them. This chapter is mainly Bella and Jasper bonding, you'll see why, but yeah…more of the other Cullens in the next chapter.

Actually, this is also for all those who reviewed nicely. I received a few particularly...abusive, for lack of a better word…reviews. I contemplated stopping this because of that, but you know what? It's not fair for you guys to pay because of one reviewer. So thanks to all those supportive people who read this…you guys rock.

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Chapter 2

I fell to my knees, trembling, surveying the scene around me. Blood was everywhere…and I was coated in it. But I had my share for that night…I wasn't attracted by it. I was repulsed. I put a hand to my lips, and shook with sobs, remorse for what I had done rolling over me in one wave, drowning me.

I couldn't remember anything, but screaming…growling…cursing…bleeding…sobbing…and blood. So much blood. I looked down at myself. Blood painted my hands, splattered across my shirt and trousers, matted in my hair…

"No…no…" I stood up, trembling, and twisted my hands in my hair, my breathing erratic. Corpses lay around me…ripped to pieces. Some human…some beast. My gaze fell over the body of a woman…her throat ripped out.

I saw the girl as I let Billy fall to the ground, fighting off attacking creatures as I did. Sam let go of me, following my gaze to her. His face contorted in horror even as I lunged for her.

"Emily!"

I looked away, feeling my stomach heave, and vaguely wondered if vampires could throw up. I inhaled shakily, stopping in my tracks as I saw the body of a child. I had killed an innocent child…

"Christ…" I had never been a big believer in God. But I knew I had crossed the line…leapt over it. Serial killers were meant to rot in hell, and in the depths of my bloodbath I had condemned myself.

Trees crashing in the distance caught my attention, and I looked up, matted hair sticking to my face with sticky blood. I stopped breathing as the Cullens came running into view of the slaughter, and their faces blanched.

"Oh…God…" Emmett whispered, looking at me. Jasper alone looked almost sympathetic…the others were all repulsed. They all turned to look at me, in all my bloody glory.

"Don't look at me!" I spun, lifting my shaking hands to cover my face. My breathing was uncontrollable; sporadic. I closed my eyes, the sickeningly sweet smell of blood tainting the air, soaking it. And my eyes…I didn't need to look to know they were crimson.

"Bella…I think we should get you back to the house." Carlisle spoke first, his voice emotionless. I borrowed Jasper's power without thinking, and recoiled at the emotions flying around me.

Disbelief…repulsion…sickness…disappointment…

I felt Emmett step forward and hesitantly grip my arm. I shook him off, raising my hand and focusing on the one being I hated the most. Flames roared as they emerged from nothing, consuming everything around them…destroying all the bodies. I watched, entranced, as fire ate everything mercilessly…and for a moment, I was the fire, reliving my merciless massacre.

"No!" I snapped out of my memories with a single cry, ripping my arm free of Emmett's grasp, and throwing myself towards the flames. Jasper was the one to catch me, arms encircling my waist, and pulling me backwards.

"Bella…calm down…please…" He pleaded, not even crying out as my elbow hit him in the stomach. I kept fighting…wanting to end it all.

"Please…I deserve this…" I sobbed, finally stopping my struggles, completely and utterly drained. I turned, and was mildly shocked as Jasper embraced me tightly. He and I hadn't been close…but for that moment, we were.

"Shh…just calm down, Bella…we've all been there." He wiped the hair from my face, and I wet my lips, shaking my head.

"Not like this…I'm like you, Jasper, remember? I can feel emotions, and you and I can both feel what they're feeling…I did this, and I…I killed…children." I sobbed into his shirt, letting it all out.

I didn't calm until the flames had claimed the majority of La Push, and I didn't put them out for fear it would look too suspicious. Jasper gently released my hold on him, and I followed him blindly, letting him lead me home.

Only Jasper, Emmett, and I returned to the house. The others remained behind to attempt to remove all evidence of a mass murder…a murder I would have been shocked by as a human…and I was the one who had done it.

I barely heard Emmett's order for me to have a shower, but stepped into the hot shower fully dressed, peeling off my wet clothes and washing the blood out of my hair. I scrubbed every inch of my skin until it hurt, but I was still unclean.

I turned off the tap, wrapping a towel around myself, and darting to my room. I pulled on the first things I found; plaid shorts, grey and white, and a tight grey shirt. I ran a brush through my shorter hair, and unclasped the necklace attached to the ring I had never taken off.

I felt a flash of regret. I shouldn't have worn such a sacred thing in such a sacrilegious act. It was wrong...then again, so was the act.

I slid the ring onto my finger, unable to remove it from my sight, and slid on slippers, forcing myself to leave the comfort of my room. I walked down the hall, stopping in front of Jasper's room.

I had often wondered why Jasper and Alice had separate rooms, and on one occasion, I had asked Alice. She had told me that their relationship was so much more than most other relationships…they rarely showed their feelings for one another physically. A glance between the two of them shared so much more than any other action. I had dared not press the issue any further.

"Jasper?" I spoke quietly, knocking on the door. It opened almost instantly, and Jasper stood there, his face emotionless. "I…I wanted…thanks." I couldn't say anything else. Jasper gave me a half smile, and stepped sideways.

"Come in." I obeyed, hearing him close the door behind me as I looked around his room. Books lined one wall; a sofa somewhat akin to Edward's resting against another wall. Every other object in the room was…Jasper, in a way. Seeing it allowed me to see into him in a way I never had before.

"Bella…" He trailed off for a second, inhaling. "I know what it feels like to lose that control. It makes you feel inferior, as though you're a monster for reverting back to your natural instincts. But you need to realize, we're going against everything our impulses are ordering us to do. It's only natural you slip up, and you've only been one of us for a few weeks…" I cut him off.

"But when you slip up, you don't go and massacre an entire community, regardless of whether they're werewolves or not! Jasper, I killed women, and children…innocent people who weren't part of the fact…God, they may not have even known about it! And I made the last moments of their lives filled with terror…" I refused to think about the screams of innocent children as they saw the horror that was me.

Jasper seemed unable to find the right words. He stood up with a sigh, and made his way over to the bookshelf, pulling out a dusty old volume. As he did so, I continued talking, not noticing his expression.

"When I made my way to La Push, it was almost as though I was full of this…hatred…as though I wanted nothing more than to kill all those who dared oppose me. I couldn't control it…" I trailed off as Jasper sat down beside me on the couch, opening the book and flipping through to the right page. He handed it to me.

A picture of an entire village in flames was before me, corpses sprawled everywhere on the ground. In the black and white photograph, I couldn't see the crimson colour of the blood, only black pools of liquid. I looked up at Jasper, questioning.

"It was 1950 that Alice and I found Carlisle, and we joined his coven. But only a few years later, we journeyed around. It was then that I…had a relapse, for lack of a better phrase. I slaughtered an entire village, one with no werewolves." His eyes were full of remorse, and I felt the sympathy in his eyes. "I know exactly what it all feels like."

"Why didn't you just let me die?" I asked wearily, handing him the book. He shook his head, walking over and putting the book back in the shelf.

"Because, I promised Edward, the day he died, that I'd take care of you should anything happen to him. In the same way, I made him promise to look after Alice, and Emmett made us promise to look after Rose. We all agreed we wouldn't let any of you die." Jasper gently put a hand on my shoulder. "And you're one of us now. You're…in effect…my sister."

I forced a half smile, but I didn't fool him. "After all I've done…after all that's happened…I just want to die, Jasper. Is that so wrong?" He didn't answer me, only shook his head. "I guess I'd better face the others now, huh?"

"They forgave me then…and it'll seem hard at first, as though everything is an accusation, but they will forgive you…they love you. Trust me." Jasper put a hand on my back, and led me from the room.

I took my time walking down the stairs, almost at human pace, gnawing on my bottom lip nervously. I found myself looking at Jasper constantly for reassurance, and he nodded in encouragement.

I stepped into the dining room. They were all sitting at the table. Jasper sat down beside Alice, and I slid into the place beside him, unable to meet their tawny eyes…mine were still crimson, ant they would be until I fed again. This time it would be on animals.

"Bella." I looked up as Carlisle spoke, tucking a strand of damp hair behind my ear. "Are you okay?" I felt a flash of shock, and knew my face had probably betrayed me.

"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously. "Is this some kind of a…joke?" I looked around the faces of all present, not missing Jasper's raised eyebrows, or the look of confusion on Alice's face. "I just massacred an entire community…I endangered you by risking everything…why aren't you upset?" I stood up; sure this was all a game.

"Bella, we all make mistakes." I was shocked as Rosalie spoke up. Her perfect face was a mask of pity, and for that I was surprised. "Some worse than others. What matters is that, when you make these mistakes, we forgive you. And you move on."

"I thought you…" I trailed off, frowning. Rosalie smiled sadly, shrugging, her blonde hair moving over her shoulder.

"I made a mistake. Now it's up to you to forgive me." She said. I nodded, and her smile grew a little more. "I'm sorry."

"For what? In comparison to my mistake, yours doesn't matter." I said wryly, shrugging, and looking around the table. "I don't think I should just get away with this…isn't there some kind of punishment?"

"Bella, our kind slips up. It's a fact of our life. But, what's important is that you have your family to help you." Esme looked at me kindly. "I can't promise it'll be easy, but we're here to make sure you're okay. And while we may seem too…overprotective of you for a while, it's because we do care."

I nodded, and sighed. "Edward once told me about…the Volturi. Wont they…wont they come after me now?" I scratched at a thread on my shorts idly, and Carlisle spoke.

"There's a chance that they will come to Forks. Not for your crime, but for you in general. Any power extraordinary to our kind appeals to them, and you'll no doubt be offered a position as one of them. And, we will not stop you, should you wish to join them." I frowned, looking at Carlisle, and shook my head.

"My place is here." I whispered the words, and Carlisle smiled. "If you'll always be willing to have me. I can't help but feel you feel…obliged to look after me. And if, after everything I've done, you wish for me to leave for your safety, I won't be questioning your decision." His smile vanished, and I shivered.

"Of course we feel obliged to look after you." I spun to look at Alice. Her face was shadowed in anger, her eyes blazing. "Bella, we care about you. I care. And we all want you here." She was at my side in a second. "I don't know if I had friends when I was human. But to have someone who was a friend and is now family…don't you dare think of leaving now."

I hugged her tightly, and in that moment of our contact, I was too close to her. Her power drew me in, and we recoiled, stepping back, our hands still joined. My vision clouded, changing, until the images formed in my mind.

"Would you like to join us?" A man with incredibly white skin, almost translucent, was standing across from me. His long, black hair was a curtain, parting to show a face that was almost hideous in its perfection. It was one of the figures from the painting I had seen long ago…the one Edward told me was one of the Volturi.

I was standing across from him, an eyebrow raised, lips parted slightly. I glanced at something unseen, looking down momentarily, and raised my face until I was looking at him. My lips tightened, and I could see decision reflected in my eyes. They were no longer crimson, but golden once again.

"Yes."

I gasped as the vision vanished, stepping back and letting go of Alice's hands. She stared back at me, face emotionless. Carlisle cleared his throat, and we both turned to look at him. The Cullens were all gathered around us.

"What did you see?" Emmett asked, gaze flicking between the two of us. Alice and I exchanged a glance, but her expression was still unreadable.

"Nothing." She answered, sighing. "Bella was just standing somewhere, talking to someone, but I couldn't see who." She looked at me, and I nodded, my face blank and emotionless.

Carlisle and Esme nodded, and they left the room without another word. Jasper stepped to Alice's side, and I turned to Rosalie. Concern was written in her eyes, and I was touched that she cared.

"Thanks." I said quietly. "I was beginning to wonder if we'd ever get along." She smiled, shrugging, and Emmett grinned at the two of us. I felt a cold touch on my shoulder and spun. Alice stood there, and I nodded, not needing to read her mind to know she wanted to speak with me.

I followed her to my room, and she closed the door behind us. When she turned, she was furious. Her eyes were narrowed, and she was glaring at me. I crossed my arms over my chest, sighing.

"What do you want me to say, Alice? I haven't made the decision yet. Those visions aren't set in stone…" She cut me off with a mocking laugh.

"After all I just said to you, after all we've done for you…you chose yes, Bella." I had never seen Alice this angry, and it was never directed at me. "How could you?"

I fought back the urge to laugh. "I haven't done anything yet, Alice!" I ran a hand through my hair, looking at her. "The very idea of joining them is horrible to me…I don't want to become like them. I…I wont. Give me a chance to prove that to you." I watched Alice calm down, and her expression finally softened.

"I'm sorry. You're right. We probably needn't worry ourselves. I know you, and you wouldn't do that. Would you?" She looked up at me, fearful, and I shook my head.

"No." I was trying to convince myself, but deep down, I was doubtful.

The Volturi weren't like Carlisle, they fed on humans. And after what I had done…I wouldn't do that. Would I?

Sorry if this was a little confusing. I'm hoping this didn't completely suck. And I'm sorry it took so long. I re-wrote it about three times. I couldn't get it right, and this seemed to work.

I am shocked at the reaction this story is getting. I thought no one would want to read it, after Edward died. But thanks so much to those who like it!

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