Disclaimer: I own no part of The Twilight Saga or any of its characters. All rights are reserved to the author, Stephenie Meyer.

A/N: Sorry I didn't update on Tuesday, it was my boyfriend's and my two year anniversary and I decided that he was more important :3 Also, I've been playing a shit ton of Minecraft and not writing…so, I'm sorry. So anyway, here is the next chapter. I had some writers block with this one. I wasn't really sure exactly how it should play out, but hopefully it came out okay. Enjoy.

Chapter Song: Wake Up – Awolnation

Chapter 7: Followed

Jasper Hale

I was an idiot. I didn't think this would happen. I thought she had better control of herself. I should have known better. But she was my sister…I trusted her. To be completely honest, I had no excuse. I could feel how thirsty she was. That coupled with my own thirst, I was getting antsy myself. It had been days since the last time we had anything to drink. It was becoming almost unbearable.

"Come on. This is getting ridiculous, Jasper." Rosalie was sitting cross-legged on the wet cement. Her blonde hair was tangled and her usual blue eyes had turned a deep crimson with her thirst. I grimaced at her.

"We have to be more careful. They're already keeping a close eye on us."

"Fuck them. We need to eat." She was on her feet in an instant.

"They're sending us blood bags tomorrow." I muttered.

"Those things are disgusting."

I knew she was right and I decided against saying anything, not wanting to encourage her further. Instead, I glanced around the small storm cellar we had inhabited. The upstairs had been abandoned when we found this place a few years ago. It was better than living in a sewer. I wished we could bathe though. The dirt and grime covering us was enough to turn my stomach. She seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"I wish there was a way to turn the water on."

"I know, but we have to stay inconspicuous. Maybe we can take a trip down to the river later," I said. I was hoping to distract her from the dry sting in her throat. It worked a little.

Her face brightened significantly, "Okay." And then the subject returned yet again, "Maybe we could take a trip into the city while we're at it."

"No, Rosalie."

"No one would know. People get murdered in the city all the time."

I sighed. I wanted to eat just as badly as she did, but I didn't want to take any more chances. "I thought we decided we didn't want to hurt anyone anymore."

"I can't take it, Jasper. I can't…I can't stand it. It's getting horrible. People need to eat. I've lost so much weight and so have you. We can't just stop eating. "

"We're not people anymore, Rosalie. We're dead." My eyes tightened. I flipped the card in my hand and placed it down in front of me.

"Stop saying that! We breathe and talk and walk around."

"But we don't need to do any of those things."

"It doesn't matter. Just because we're…different now doesn't mean that we're dead." She sat down next to me.

I changed the subject yet again. "I thought you said you would play cards with me."

"You're playing solitaire." She hissed.

I grabbed the cards off the ground and shuffled them, giving her a pointed look.

"Fine." She grumbled.

We played a few games and she finally seemed to forget about our growling stomachs. It was much easier to focus on other things when she was feeling better. I was finally able to convince her to go the river with me without feeding as well.

"The sun went down two hours ago," she said after a while. "We can go now."

"Okay. No funny business."

She grimaced but nodded.

When we arrived, Rosalie was practically bouncing with excitement. I guess I should have noticed something was wrong then, but I didn't. Her happiness was infectious.

"I want to go first," she said as we stood on the edge of the riverbed.

"Alight, fine. But don't take too long." I walked off and hid behind the trees to give her some privacy. After about ten minutes, I realized she had left. I couldn't hear her splashing in the water anymore and she wasn't answering when I called out to her. I knew what she had done almost as soon as I noticed she was gone. My heart – had it been beating – would have been grinding against my ribs. It didn't take me long to find her; I follower her sent. She was in Port Angeles sucking on some poor person's blood. I tackled her off of him, throwing her against a wall. She clawed at my face before realizing it was me.

"Rosalie!" I hissed at her, "What the fuck are you thinking!?"

"I – fuck – I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, I saw him and…." She was sobbing. I could feel her disgust rolling off of her waves. "Jasper, I'm sorry."

"It's too late to be sorry. Is he dead?" I was furious with her. She betrayed my trust and I wanted to strangle her, even though it wouldn't do any good.

The man turned his head to look at her and I realized with a start that he was only a boy. Sixteen or seventeen, his youthful face filled with pain and his glassy eyes filled with fear. I tightened up in horror and Rosalie gasped. She hadn't realized that she hadn't killed him. His eyes slid shut once more, and his heart stuttered in response to the poison filling his blood stream.

"Should I…?" she asked me, wondering on whether or not she should kill him.

"No. It's too late. It's already started." This situation couldn't get any worse.

She gasped again, her eyes filling with tears.

He rolled over against the wall behind him and pressed his face against it. He must have been burning up.

"We have to get him out of here." I said. My sister had drained so much of his blood that the transformation wouldn't take long.

"Edward?" A man called in the distance. I saw him scanning the area and he looked as if he couldn't have been older than the boy lying on the ground in front of me. I knew we had to leave; a missing person's case wouldn't look good on our record.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself before turning to my sister, "Never mind, we'll come back for him when it's over. He's lost a lot of blood. It shouldn't be that long. Come on, Rosalie." I grabbed her arm and we rushed off into the darkness at inhuman speed. We made it back to our little underground home and I turned on her in a rage. "How could you do this to us!? What if they get wind of what happened, Rose!?"

"I'm sick of starving to death, Jasper! I'm not doing this anymore…I can't….This is just horrible." She was still crying, her large blue eyes filled with tears.

I shook my head. "What you did to that boy was horrible."

"What you did to me was horrible." Rosalie whipped at her eyes and glared at me.

"I had no choice. You know that. They would have killed you. You knew too much."

"I would have rather they did kill me."

I swallowed back the bile, and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?" She demanded, tugging on my arm.

"To keep tabs on that boy. He'll be one of us soon."

She sighed. "I wish you just let me finish the job."

"I won't let you kill anyone else. We've killed enough people." I didn't wait for her to respond. I left her in our dirty basement and ran off to try to find that boy. I followed him to the hospital, expecting him to die rather quickly. Sitting in that waiting room was hell, so many humans taunting me with their blood. When the boy collapsed, I was sure that was the end, but somehow that blonde haired man saved him. He brought him back to life and pumped him up with fresh, untainted blood. I was sure he couldn't have understood why that had worked. He couldn't possibly realize that the red haired boy had tainted blood. I found this interesting, yet disconcerting. How long did he give the boy to live? Over the next few days, I followed his every move. He had gone home from the hospital and I realized that the blonde haired man must have been his father. Remorse filled me with the thought of this. This man was going to see his son die.

Eventually, the boy I learned was called Edward began to grow sicker and sicker. Towards the end of the transformation he lost consciousness completely, only regaining it in the last seconds of his life. They transferred him to the morgue for a biopsy. They wanted to know what had happened to him. I couldn't let this happen, so I rushed to the morgue alone. In the trees, I waited for him alone…until Rosalie found me.

"Jasper," she sighed next to me and I clenched my fists. "You could have at least let me help you. This is my mess after all."

"Yeah. It is. I figured if I let you help you'd botch it up." I knew I was being mean, but I couldn't find it in me to care. I was still so angry with her.

"You don't have to be an asshole, Jaz." He arms folded over her chest and she glared at me. I knew she was trying to hide the hurt she felt at my words. I thought this was silly. She knew I could feel what she was feeling.

"Whatever, Rosalie. Just please let me do this alone."

"I just don't under –"

A man screamed from inside the morgue and I realized that I had missed my opportunity. Edward had already woken up.

"Shit! See!?"

Her face became stoic and she cursed. "What do we do?"

"We catch the little fucker. He can't go roaming around like that!"

She nodded and together we dashed off to find him.

A/N: I know this chapter was short. I'm sorry :s But I felt that this was a good place to end it. Next chapter is Edward's point of view and I wanted you to see how everything played out in his head, because it's his story and he deserves to tell it. I hoped you liked it and I hope it was worth the wait!

-MWW