A/N: OK, I think in this chapter, we need an outsiders POV. So, I introduce Jasper's psychologist, and we hear from him as he interviews Jasper.

JPOV

I'm shown into a private meeting room. My psychologist is already waiting for me.

"Good morning, Jasper."

"I fail to see anything good about it."

"Why do you think that."

"You took her from me. The one person who has ever loved me, and you took her from me. I want her back."

"You know that we aren't just going to hand over Bella Swan. You're ill, and you need help. But today, I want to talk to you about her."

"If you won't give her back, then there's no point talking about her."

"Jasper, we received a letter from Carlisle Cullen. He's Isabella's foster father. Bella has expressed a wish to see you. Our purpose here today is to determine whether you are both psychologically fit for this."

"Liar. She wouldn't ask to see me. I know how this shit works. You've told her I'm evil."

"Nobody has told her that you're evil."

"You think I am."

"I don't think you're evil. I think you're very sick, and that you need a lot of help."

"New policy, doc? Talk down to your patient and if they don't commit suicide, they might get better. Either way, you get your pay."

"Jasper, why do you think you're here?"

"Because you all think I'm dangerous."

PPOV

He's utterly flat and emotionless. I've seen severely depressed people during my career, people who are fighting major, major issues. I've seen a lack of emotion before. Everything Jasper is, is not new to me. And yet, somehow, he is more chilling than anyone I've seen before. His eyes are completely dead, except when Bella is mentioned. The rage and the lust in his eyes is almost palpable. I haven't yet met Bella Swan, but the reports say that she was almost as damaged as him. He looks tired, and uncaring. He looks like he has given up.

"Jasper, I want a proper answer. I can't conduct this review with any degree of accuracy if you do not cooperate with me."

"What do I get out of this?"

"Why do you always want to get something out of things? Why is product so important, and why doesn't method matter?"

"Don't know, doc."

"I think it's because of your father," I say, bluntly. "I think it's because of what your father did to you every night, so all you want is control."

"I don't talk about my father."

"We are talking about him."

"Lets talk about Bella. Lets talk about why, if you're so damn interested. I did it because I wanted to, I did it all because I could. Because she was too weak to stop me. Do you want to know what it felt like, when I let her cut me, when she let me cut her?"

"If you want to talk about it."

"It felt good. It felt fucking amazing. I can still feel that blade slicing through my skin. I can feel the blood. Hot and wet."

"And you liked that feeling?"

"I liked the pain." There is a wildness in his eyes. It's emotion, finally, finally it's emotion.

"Why?"

"Because it felt good. And it hurt. And that made me feel like I was the one in control."

"By letting Bella hurt you?"

"Because it felt so good when she'd cut me while I had my cock inside her, and I loved the way her eyes would go big when I cut her when I climaxed. And she used to cut me deep."

"Jasper, were you letting Bella cut you because it made you feel in control, or because it was familiar to you? Did you recognise pain because you knew pain? I don't want you to answer me now, I want you to think about it for a while, and then I want you to tell me when you're ready." I get up to leave, and miraculously, he lets me get to the door before he speaks. I've become used to my meetings with Jasper ending in him throwing things and screaming about how we're trying to kill him. The first time I witnessed it, it genuinely frightened me. He'd picked up his chair and thrown it my head with considerable force. He'd been wrestled to the ground by four security personnel and sedated. This is a good improvement as far as I'm concerned.

"Will you let me see Bella?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"You're trying to keep me away from her."

"No, Jasper, I have to know that you are well enough to handle it. But you can see her, if you show me that you want to get better. I can help you, if you let me. Think about your answer, and I will see you tomorrow at your usual time."

JPOV

That night is hell. I prowl around my room, trying desperately to get out. I fall asleep eventually, but it's troubled, all images of Bella, accusing me with her eyes, telling me that I'm worthless, accusing me of being evil.

"You're just like your father, Jasper. Just like him." the dream Bella taunts, her hair flying as she dances out of my reach. I can't touch her. I can't move.

"I'm not!" I scream, grabbing wildly. "I'm nothing like him!"

"Evil, evil, evil!" she chants, almost school-yard taunts, chilling me. "Evil, evil, evil, that's all you are! Evil, evil, evil!"

"No!"

"Yes, Jasper, yes! You're just like him! You are him! Evil, wicked, cruel!"

"I will not be my father!"

"You're already him, Jasper. How can you hate him? That's who you are." A mirror appears. "Look, Jasper, look at yourself!" I go over, and it isn't me looking back. It's his coal black eyes, his cruel hands reaching. And I am at his feet, except I am not me, I am the man with the dead eyes and murder in his eyes. "You are your father!"

"I am not! I can prove it!"

"How, Jasper, how? How will you prove it to me? Will we cut each other? Let's do that, Jasper, lets slice each other up. Let me hurt you Jasper! You're just like him!"

"I am not!"

"But you are. All you can do is cause pain, and all you can accept is pain. Shall I cut you Jasper?" Bella cries, producing a blade. "Is that what you want?"

"No!"

"All you can ever say is no, Jasper. Why don't you fight for once?"

"I shouldn't fight."

"Weak! Weak and psycho, just like your Daddy."

"I'm not him!"

"Show me that!"

"I don't know how. Just tell me what to do!"

"You've already done it! Now, to cut!" She lunges for me, her eyes alight, and the blade plunges towards to my heart…

My screams bring nurses running.

"Jasper, calm down!"

"I want to see Doctor Kerman! I need to see him!"

"Jasper, I can't let you see anyone until you calm down. Tell me what's happened."

"I saw her, and she said I was just like my father, and then she tried to kill me."

"Jasper, who are you talking about?"

"She was here!"

"Jasper, listen to me, and look at me. Nobody's here. It's just us. You had a nightmare." I look around. I'm surrounded by nurses, and it's daylight outside my window. But at the back, in the doorway, she's there again.

"No, no, no, no! She's there, she's there, can't you see her!" I curl into a ball, hide my face from her. "She can't see me! Don't let her get to me, please!"

"Jasper, there is nobody here apart from us."

"Jasper, it's me, it's Doctor Kerman. What's wrong?"

"I need to talk to you!"

"OK, clear this room please."

"Doctor -"

"Nurse, he is agitated and distressed, and thinks he can see a woman coming after him, in a room where there are several women. Now, clear this room." I hear feet. "Jasper, it's just you and me now. There is nobody else in the room."

"She told me I was like my father! I'm not him, I am not my father!" I'm crying, and for the first time, I don't care. "You don't think I'm him?"

"No, no, I don't think you're like your father, because you want to change, you crave it. You are never going to be your father, but you need to let go of him. Do you want to come to my office?"

He gives me a Diet Coke and sits me down.

"OK, Jasper, tell me what happened in your dream."

"She told me she was like my father. Then there was a mirror. And I looked, and I was my father, and I was at my own feet. Then she told me that we would cut each other, told me I was a psycho just like my father, I told her I wasn't, and then she tried to kill me. She called me evil."

"Did anything else happen?"

"Yes. After I told her I wasn't like my father - she told me to show her how. I said I didn't know how, but she said I already had."

"So something you said in your dream proved that you weren't like him. What exactly did you say, when she said you were like your father?"

"I said that I didn't know how. And I asked her to tell me how."

"That's it, don't you see? She wanted you to say that you didn't know how to solve it. She wanted you to ask for help."

"That was it? That's all she wanted?"

"Who's she, Jasper? Who was the girl in your dream?"

"It was Bella. She wants to kill me, Doctor. She's coming for me."