Heeyy folks! The Black Paradigm make their appearance! I hope you enjoy this chap! Remember, please review. Tell me what you think? ^^I'll try to reply.

He could hear the frightened heart beat, could smell the delicious scent of blood flowing through plump veins and Jasper's mouth watered. He stood downwind from the deer, hands almost shaking with excitement as the innocent doe nibbled on the grass. God how thirsty he was. It was heaven to be away from school, to let himself loose and feed. He would just have to be careful now; kill before the emotions could get to him. Jasper crouched only slightly before he moved into the slight breeze, allowing his scent to travel to the doe.

Every muscle in her body twitched in that one momentous second as his scent entered her velvety black nose, the neurons transmitting to her tiny brain the danger she was in. The doe turned to run but Jasper was already at run: he covered the distance between his prey in seconds and body slammed into the smaller mammal. The doe gave out an all too human scream as the first wave of terror struck Jasper in the face, the sound of the doe's ribs cracking almost painfully loud in the emptiness of the forest. Jasper thrust his face against the doe's throat, fangs ripping into the soft flesh. Blood gushed into mouth: hot and welcome, the strong iron taste sliding down his throat.

The doe struggled against him: its legs furiously pumping even as he drank it's lifeblood in the hopes he could end its suffering. Terror rolled off it as Jasper finished the job, holding the doe in his arms as he tried to send calmness, comfort to it. But not even empaths could completely control a person when their instincts were in control. The doe still died in fear.

Jasper gasped, laying the corpse down on the ground as his senses slightly dulled: no longer would he be driven by the sudden craving to kill…for the next few days at least. "I'm sorry," he said to the dead doe as he wiped at the blood on his mouth and chin. He glanced down at the sleeve of his Armani shirt and sighed. Rosalie would have a fit that he had used a long sleeved Armani silk shirt as a wash rag. Well fuck it all.

Crack.

Jasper froze, body tensing as he strained to listen for another sound. He could not explain this sudden fear he himself was feeling: only that it was instinctual. He sent his power out around him within a six foot radius, searching, feeling and heard a slight gasp though whether it was from him or the monster behind him was something Jasper would never know.

He sensed the untainted desire to kill and spun around just as the human rushed him with a thin bladed sword. He jumped away, the edge of the blade cleaving in two one button on his chest. The human giggled as Jasper immeadtily recoiled mentally, gathering his power to build his shields. He recognized the midnight black cloak tied around the Asian human male's neck anywhere. "Paradigm," Jasper growled and the man chuckled.

He looked worse for wear: clothes underneath the cloak frayed and patched, his skin a swallow color, black hair clearly thinning though whether it was from age or the horrid side effects of what made these human monsters work, Jasper didn't know. Tied at the man's waist was a small leather pouch where one hand had already slipped inside it. But what Jasper noticed most of all was how heavily his pupils dilated were: so much so that Jasper could barely detect the brown irises of his eyes, even with enhanced vampric senses. The man pulled out one small, white, oval pill and held it to his mouth. Jasper wrinkled his nose at the smell of the pill: it smelled like death: heavy and rank.

"Go back to hell,' the man crooned and popped the pill into his mouth. Jasper watched the action of his mouth chewing, his throat swallowing. He saw the tendons in the man's arm stand out as he gripped the thin blade (a katana his mind registered from all those boring history classes he had to sit through, it's called a katana) in one hand.

"You first," Jasper growled as the Black Paradigm member charged him. He swung his blade in a wide, glittering arc, aiming for Jasper's neck but the war veteran simply dropped to the ground, feeling the wind of the blade as it brushed past the tips of his hair. For one moment the human was off balance and Jasper struck, thrusting his right foot into the human's abdomen with all he had. A scream ripped from the human's lips as he dropped the sword and clapped both hands together to make one fist, slamming it down on Jasper's ankle as he flew backwards.

Something cracked and Jasper screamed at the pain. The human slammed into an oak; his body thrashed against as he landed on his left arm and fell to the ground in slump. Jasper was clutching at his right ankle, pulling back the demin of his jean leg as best he could to see the damage. A web of cracks upon his skin, appearing from under the rim of a white cotton sock. "Y-You can't kill me vampire," the human laughed and Jasper jerked his attention to the task at hand.

The human was trying to get up, half crawling up the tree to get himself into an upright position. A trickle of spittle and blood passed his lips and instinctively Jasper focused on the blood. The human's left arm was at an awkward angle, clearly broken as it dangled uselessly. "The Bloodlust gives us the strength to defeat the demons," the human panted in euphoric glory, limping towards Jasper, his good hand reaching inside one patched sleeve.

Jasper pulled himself into a stranding position just as the human pulled out a dagger. Normal weapons weren't supposed to do any harm but this was the Black Paradigm; they had dedicated centuries to perfecting the art of murder. There was no telling what was so special about that dagger. "The Bloodlust watches over me," the man shrieked. "And it will defend me as I will defend this town!"

Jasper gripped the trunk behind him so tightly that he could hear the bark chipping behind him. The man gave an ear piercing scream as he charged, aiming the dagger point at the hollow of Jasper's throat. The blonde vampire threw himself to one side, using his bad leg to trip him. The human fell against the tree trunk just as Jasper used all his strength to jump back into a standing position. His body weight landed on his injured ankle and he bit his lip to keep from crying out as he fell atop the human, flattening him against the tree. Jasper slammed the back of his fist against the human's neck: once, twice, three times before he heard the loud crack of the spine being broken. He felt the human beneath him go instantly limp and Jasper slammed his fist into the back of the human's broken neck, just for good measure.

Nothing.

I'm lucky he didn't have any psychic powers as wel- Jasper froze in mid thought. This batshit human had the scent of the highway on him and they were only a few miles from Bella's house. It was no secret to the supernatural community just how crazy the Black Paradigm was for vampires and rumor had it that some of the more specialized members could even detect the scent of vampires from clothing. Bella had dated Edward; she was covered in vampire scent. And where there was one foot soldier…

"Shit," Jasper hissed between clenched teeth as he forced himself to take a step. Pain lanced through his leg. He would have to drag it- he had to warn Bella. No. He had to take her to the rest of the Cullens. Granted Jasper may be the best fighter out of the coven but the odds would be against any lone Black Paradigm warrior if he tried to attack them. And at least Bella would be safer with his family rather than at home by herself.

Another agonizing step. I'm coming, Jasper thought as he took a good step with his foot and then decided to just drag the leg. Continual pain ran up and down his leg but it was easier now then simply one foot at a time. Jasper only hoped he wouldn't run into any more soldiers.