Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Twilight. They and most of the characters I'll be using belong to their respective creators.

A/N: From time to time, I will be adding the name of a song I listened to while writing a particular chapter or scene. This won't be an every chapter kinda thing but it will happen now and again…Just to be clear, my choice of songs are not about the lyrics. In fact, it has more to do with the sound, the mood it sets or a particular emotion behind it. I'll insert the name of the song and the singer in brackets just before the scene its meant for so give it a go if you're interested and if not – just ignore it…

Jasper – 1937

Hunger. Power. Lust.

He stiffened mid-blow, his fist bare inches away from one of the two new-born males that dared go after his already traumatized 'twin' as the three so very familiar emotions registered.

''No, it can't be…'', he murmured under his breath, his emphatic hold on the much younger vampires loosening as his mind – however reluctantly – filled up with the memories of years ago when he was still under HER thumb.

His eyes wide with comprehension and sudden fear he looked at his sister. Her face was twisted with fear too and she was screaming, pointing at something behind him yet he couldn't hear her as for the very first time in a very long time his usually exceptionally sharp supernatural senses failed him.

Hunger. Power. Lust.

His skin crawled as the overbearing emotions neared, getting stronger in their intensity. He slowly turned around and…there she was…

Hunger. Possessiveness. Lust.

Her eyes roamed up and down his figure greedily, her unstable – always so volatile – emotions churning faster and faster, making him dizzy.

Lust.

''Hello, Major…'', she purred, her lips curling up with a seductive smirk.

More Lust…

''I've missed you, lover.''

Involuntarily, the breath he'd been holding escaped him and no matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn't draw in another for his lungs stubbornly refused to take in the oxygen he didn't need yet craved with a desperation that was impossible to describe.

''Maria…'', he whispered, still unable to believe that the one who had taken away his human life and family, the monster who had ruined him so utterly and completely it'd taken a couple of decades for him to recover enough to have a semblance of an existence, was actually here.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously: ''…you left me, Jasper. No one leaves me…'', she bit out angrily through gritted teeth. ''Especially not you. You are mine!''

A movement from behind him caught her attention and her eyes immediately latched onto the young blond girl he stood in front of.

Anger. Jealousy. Possessiveness.

She hissed at Rose, her pearly-white teeth barred to intimidate the younger female.

Jasper – snapping out of shock and fear induced daze – drew in a sharp breath and turned to look at his adopted sister over his shoulder.

Jealousy. Rage…Insanity.

He froze, his eyes on Rose: ''…run'', he uttered softly just before a sharp, white-hot pain shot through his entire being.

Rage. Insanity.

''If I can't have you, mi amor, then no one will.''

Insanity then…nothing but darkness. There were no more sounds, no more volatile emotions. Just darkness – total and absolute.

[Fifteen Minutes by Robbie Nevil]

Darkness…it's much like a bottomless abyss – all-encompassing and cold and cruel. Once in its iron grasp, there's no escaping; no relief…only death which, unlike when faced with the first time around had set some of us on the path of immortality – or something akin to that – sinks its talons in and then…then there's nothing. One simply ceases to exist.

Or so he'd always thought for when he'd died that long ago night in Texas as a young Confederate soldier only to be reborn as a creature of the night, all he could hear were the screeches and screams of other unfortunate souls who, much like him, had been chosen to join the ranks of the undead.

Not this time.

The second he felt the excruciating wave of pain spread through him, he thought his cursed time as a bloodthirsty monster had finally come to an end…and briefly, he was glad…even if it was to end at the hands of Maria – devil reincarnate.

Then the thick suffocating darkness enveloped him, pulling him under like an ocean's tide on a stormy day as her words – the last he'll ever hear, he realized – rang loud and clear like a bell: ''…if I can't have you, mi amor, then no one will…''

''If I can't have you, mi amor, then no one will…''

''If I can't have you, mi amor, then no one will!''

His eyes snapped open, that one last sentence she uttered almost lovingly still ringing in his ears – taunting him mercilessly as the light that greeted him nearly blinded him. He quickly raised a hand in front of his face, covering his golden supernaturally enhanced orbs from the harsh glare of the daylight. Once his eyesight adjusted, he lowered his arm.

Grey. All he could see was the huge expanse of grey sky. He frowned in confusion and slowly stood up, groaning and closing his eyes when his neck throbbed fiercely. He rubbed the back of it in hope of making the pain and the sudden nausea that accompanied it as he rose to his feet much too fast to go away.

Breathing deeply, he opened his eyes again and looked around, his confusion only continuing to mount as he turned in a slow circle, taking in his surroundings: he found himself standing in a middle of a clearing – grossly overgrown with weeds and wildflowers that were half-way wilted – enclosed by dark, almost sinister-looking woods.

''Where in the hell am I?'', he murmured quietly, ''…didn't I die..? Didn't Maria just…'', he trailed off and once again looked around. ''I don't understand'', he whispered, his thoughts whirling frantically as he tried to make sense of what has happened.

''I breathe, I hurt…'', he surmised out loud, ''…then maybe…maybe I am alive. But what is this place, where is my family?'', he bit his lower lip anxiously as his eyes continued to scan the place he was sure he'd never seen or been to before.

''Rose!'', he called out for the beautiful vampire he truly thought of as his twin, ''…Rosie, where are you!''

All he received in answer was the echo of his own voice.

''Carlisle! Emmett!''

When the other two didn't answer his calls either, he could feel the fear setting in – burrowing deep into his bones, his instincts screaming at him that something wasn't right: ''ROSE!''

As before, she didn't answer – no one did and he, overtaken by panic, fell to his knees.

''Rose…'', he uttered softly extending his emphatic gift as far as he could, searching for his family, anyone…but no matter how hard he tried, he was unsuccessful. There was no one out there; he was alone – completely and utterly alone.

''No…'', he whispered brokenly, his chest heaving painfully his shoulders trembling with barely restrained emotions, ''…no, they must be here somewhere…''

''Carlisle!'', he called out again only to be met with the same eerie silence as before. ''Edward! Brother, where are you!''

''Answer me!'', he screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice breaking off at the end as a sob escaped him when the fear and the sheer panic clawing at his insides overwhelmed him.

''Edward…'', he murmured, his body shaking as he openly dry-sobbed for the family he couldn't find, emotions pouring out via his gift like a tidal wave. He wanted to call out again, to try once more – just one more time – even if he knew it was useless, that no one would hear or answer him…but he found himself unable to as his throat constricted at the last second so he did the next best thing; calling out for his telepathic brother in his mind as loud as he could: ''EDWARD!''

Forks, Washington – 1937

[One Last Wish – Piano – by James Horner]

Edward stared straight ahead as his fingers danced ever-so-gently across the piano keys – playing the same sad, haunting melody over and over again – most likely driving everyone else in the house insane.

But he didn't care. He couldn't…for if he let himself care – about or for anything – then it would only make the events of two days past that much more real.

He just couldn't face the truth. He couldn't face the fact that his brother was no more… He breathed in shakily, his fingers continuing to ghost over the keys.

''Edward!''

The music stopped abruptly and he jumped up off the stool, the sudden movement making it rock before it tipped over onto its side with a loud bang as the telepathic young man ran towards the front door at vampire-warp speed, skidding to a stop just before he ended up knocking it down in his haste.

His mind reeling, he gazed out the nearest window – his eyes scanning the driveway and the surrounding woods with a crushing desperation for the owner of the voice he would recognize anywhere.

''Edward?'', Esme asked quietly, having stepped into the room at the sudden loud noises.

He shook his head, his shoulders drooping: ''I…I thought I heard him…'' Esme gasped, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

''…I could have sworn I heard…'', he trailed off brokenly, a sob escaping him.

Esme blinked back the tears that would never fall as she hastily walked over to her son, gently laying a hand on his shoulder: ''…oh, Edward…''

Jasper – 1937

A week. For a week now he wandered the dense, dark woods – thirsty, lonely…scared.

He wanted to call out for his family, yet he didn't for he knew he'd only end up screaming himself hoarse again and to no avail; there was no one here – animal, human or vampire – he was alone.

Sighing, he looked down at the crystal-clear water of the stream he'd stumbled upon a couple of hours prior longingly, wishing he could drink from it – to assuage his thirst, to extinguish the raging fire in his throat...

''If only…'', he thought bitterly. ''If only I were human, if only-'', a sharp snap of a twig nearby stopped his internal broody contemplations.

He veered around and towards the direction the sound had come from, his eyes scanning the area intently.

''Who's there?'', he asked, curiosity winning over.

Silence.

His eyes narrowed – he was sure he didn't imagine that sound so he extended his emphatic gift, hopping to have more luck that way.

…and there it was…

Curiosity. Disbelief. Glee…

''I know you're there. Come out!''

Silence and then…a rustle of dry leaves, soft footsteps – a figure emerged from the deep shadows provided by the countless trees.

His eyes widened in surprise, his mind reeling: ''…William?''

''Hello, Major'', the newcomer smirked, ''…long time no see.''

All Jasper could do was gape at him. ''But…you're dead'', he whispered.

''Yes, thanks to you. Don't worry, I'll pay you back for that particular favor'', the other vampire snarled.

He shook his head, muttering: ''I must be going crazy…'', under his breath and William frowned. ''What are you blathering on about?''

''You're dead…'', he whispered.

''Yeah well…so are you!'', the other man shot back – Jasper looked at him as if he'd lost his mind.

Suddenly, William's eyes widened with realization, a gleeful sparkle entering his wide orbs: ''wait! You mean you didn't know..?''

Silence.

The red-eyed vampire clapped his hands: ''oh, but this is rich!'', and then he burst out laughing, his voice echoing obnoxiously.

Jasper growled impatiently.

''Alright, alright…'', William grumbled once he reined himself in, ''…let me enlighten you…''

''Oh, please do'', Jasper griped back sarcastically. However, the other vampire chose to ignore him as he simply continued: ''…you are dead – as am I, obviously…and this'', he said gesturing at the surrounding woods, ''…is my playground! So welcome to your new home, Major. Welcome to Purgatory, where I am God!''