Jasper's POV

Where was Alice? She was just here, fighting a few minutes ago. I tried to avoid the thought of Alice being one of the many burning piles of unidentified vampire parts. I started breathing hard. It was very likely the truth.

My family of many years was getting killed one by one out here, and all I could think of the inevitable truth. I groaned at my selfishness. Where was Carlisle? Esme was getting killed out there, but her mate wasn't defending her. I had no right to judge, though.

Oh, Please don't be what I think happened… I growled at the thought. It was always easier to fight when I had a larger reason to. I walked straight ahead, knocking down and tearing apart two random Volturi vamps without even going into a crouch. I didn't bother to burn them.

I started sprinting towards Esme as fast as I could, because she was the closest one to me. A small group of "the other side" were circling me. I quickly bent my knees and glared at the crowd forming around me.

"Esme, run!" I screamed over other shrieks of pain and growls of anger.

I lithely spun onto one of their shoulders and twisted his—or her—head off. I quickly lit it before the venom could get to my arm. I jumped from shoulder to shoulder and tried to ignore the tragedy happening around me, outside the circle.

I was glad I was fast enough, or else I would be dead meat by now. Or more precisely, a dead pile of ashes. My technique was to tear off their heads first, and burn them right away.

When they figured out my strategy, I decided to let them try to get me and let down my guard a bit. I really did love fooling with their brains. I chuckled as I sent a wave of random happiness to one half, and guilt to another. One half looked at the ground, not meeting each others eyes.

The other just started skipping on the spot with smiles plastered on their faces but anger in their deep crimson pupils. As if that shade of colour could show anything but anger. I did know that I was being a hypocrite. I survived on

Human blood and had those burgundy eyes once in a lifetime.

I was already done with the group after a few minutes. There were about ten more burning piles added to the many in the field. I smirked at my accomplishment.

"What am I doing? I have so much more to do!" I shouted to myself aloud.

Then I heard raged shouting. "Let go of me!" I saw a female thrashing in Felix's arms.

"Esme!" I screamed the second time in ten minutes. I sprinted straight to her, shaking off all the people who grabbed onto me. I earned a couple bite marks, thanks to my carelessness. I should've saved my meticulousness for now, since there was actually someone I wanted to save.

"Take you hands off of her!" I shouted while ripping off someone's arm. Then a big bulky man got a hold of my ultimate weapon: my arms. Technically, my teeth were pretty important too, but before I could bite someone, I had to hold them down first.

"Let me go, Felix," I growled quietly.

"Sorry man, Master's orders. If I don't obey…" he used his free hand and pretended to slit his throat. Like that'll do any good.

"If you do obey, the same thing will happen to you. And make them," I jabbed my finger at the people holding down Esme, "let her go. She didn't do anything. If you want to take someone, take me."

"I'm taking you already." He smiled at me. I just bared my teeth.

He said something on the lines of "taking her somewhere" in Etruscan to the two vampires holding a thrashing Esme. Their masters must've made them learn the ancient language so they could communicate without letting the enemy know what they were talking about.

But to their misfortune, I knew some of the basics that I asked Carlisle, who learned Etruscan from Aro and his brothers, to teach me. At least I knew that they were going to keep Esme for a little longer, so I had time to brew up a plan to save my adoptive mother.

"I'm so sorry, Esme," I whispered, "I won't leave you hanging, I promise."

"It's okay, Jazz. You tried." I disapproved her forgiveness. I didn't deserve it at all.

After Esme got pulled so far into the tree line that I couldn't see her anymore, I started talking while being pushed and held captive like a weakling. "So, uh, Felix? Where were you planning to take me?" I asked like I was talking about the weather.

"Just up to that tree," he said nonchalantly and shrugged.

"Okay…" I said, confused. I could feel amusement coming off of his body. Everyone else was either angry or confused. I didn't think killing me would be any easier on a tree. I sighed. I caught Carlisle and Alice's scent when we were getting near.

A strong wave of hope came off of me, and it affected Felix also. His eyes sparkled as if he were looking forward to something that usually didn't happen. It was simply revolting.

"No, were not going to kill you. I have a whole bunch of other crap that my Masters want me to do, so why don't you just run up that pretty tree over there and… make yourself at home." Then, he sprinted away mumbling something on the lines of life is so hard… too many things to do…

I just shrugged I glared at him as I gave them a huge wave of fear. They just started running away—quite slowly, might I add.

As much as I wanted to run away to save myself, and as much as I thought this was a trap to lure me to my undignified end, I would take the chance for my Alice. I would sacrifice myself just to see her one last time. I would sacrifice myself just to feel her scent pervade me before I get ripped to shreds and burned to ashes.

"Jasper!" Alice shouted. I was hallucinating. There was no way that Alice was waiting for me perched on top and alive. Please make this be real, I chanted to myself.

"Oh, this is wonderful," a dreadful voice said, "Jasper is here!" Ew. Aro. At that minute, I was certain Alice was still intact, because there was no way in hell that I would dream of Aro alive.