Rated M for Mother fuckin' language
JPOV
Everything was black. Black and fucking painful. Jasper groaned, slowly sitting up and waves of dizzy and nausea hit him. His head felt as if a jackhammer was digging through his skull. It was pain he hadn't felt in 120 years, perhaps longer but his memory was too foggy to verify it. He looked, cautiously opening his eyes, bringing his hand up to guard them from the assaulting light. "What happened?" he said hoarsely, his throat dry and raw from, he assumed, screaming.
Carlisle walked over to him and looked him over, "you've been out for almost 12 hours Jasper… " his words hung in the air.
Asleep. Unconscious. 12 hours? How was this possible?
"We don't know." Edward replied flatly. His dark eyes not saying what the torrid anger underneath them was feeling.
Jasper starred at him for a long moment. Why are you mad brother?
Edward looked away.
And fuck you too.
Jasper pinched his nose and tried to remember what happened. There was screaming, his. And he recalled horrible visions of hands gasping at him, women screaming and his own doppleganger looking on with a grotesque smile. Edward looked back at him, mouth slightly agape and Jasper could feel his brother's shock. He slammed his mouth shut and left the room quickly, agitated and upset by Jaspers' internal revelations.
Jasper frowned and looked back to Carlisle. "Where is Bella?" He finally got to his feet feeling dizzy at being upright after being horizontal for so long.
Carlisle looked at Esme and back to Jasper, "She ran. We had Rosalie and Emmett tracking her but they lost her scent…" Jasper's eyebrow shot up. "She's a newborn, not a magician, how did they lose her?" he scoffed, instantly irritated.
Carlisle shook his head, "They aren't used to tracking newborns, and her trail was more erratic than they could follow." Jasper sighed, he knew what was coming.
"You need to find her Jasper." Carlisle said. It was a statement, not a question. "Before she hurts anyone…" Carlisle bore into him and Jasper closed his eyes to find his resolve. Of course he would be the one who had to go find her. None of his family was as familiar with newborns as he was, regardless that she just laid him out flat using some sort of crazy power. Literally, a power that makes others go insane. He had to hand it to her, Fate was seriously kicking his ass.
BPOV
The wind whipped at her face as Bella ran at an impossible speed.
She could see the tiny mice scurry through the forest and the owl several miles in the distance. She heard the trickling of a brooke and water splashing against rocks but knew there was no water close by.
In fact, she knew a lot of things she couldn't remember learning.
Like the fact it was exactly 9:53a. She felt an internal clock, ticking, feeling every second, and knowing the exact time each tick, tock, tick, tock. 9:54.
She stopped in mid sprint and leaves rustled about her feet in disarray, shocked from the sudden change in air pressure.
She could smell something sweet in the air that set her throat on fire. She gasped and clawed at her neck feeling the pit of her stomach shriek and howl in hunger. She sniffed and located the source of the smell. It was earthy and potent. Iron. It was blood. And she needed it.
She didn't think as she flew through the trees. Her hands were outstretched and groping for her prey. She was on it before she knew what "it" exactly was. "It" or he was a 10 point buck whose thick neck was between her lips. Her fangs slid into his rough fur and right into his jugular. He was delicious and intoxicating. Euphoria spread throughout her body and she kept wanting more. More of the thick liquid filling her with life and power and all too soon the animal stopped struggling and went cold and limp in her arms shocking her awake and out of her passion induced trance.
It was a grizzly scene, blood all over her clothes, hands and smeared on her face. Looking down at her fingers she was both horrified and awe inspired though much of the awe retreated as she tried to grasp what she had just done.
A twig snapped behind her and she turned around, crouching, ready to attack again when those haunting red eyes made her breath catch and stomach lurch. He's here.
