A/N: Please excuse my absence, September was a total gong show for me. I have set aside some time to work on this story and hope to get a the rest out in a more timely fashion. Huge thank you's to everyone who has read and reviewed, you are all total babes.

Soso "All The Useless Things These Hands Have Done"

EPOV

I saw the girl come up from the subway, moving along slowly in a mass of commuters. It was her eyes that caught my attention. She is about 5 inches too tall and her hair is limp and thin, but her eyes are brown and deep. Her eyes are vacant but they have the familiar look of bottomless pools of melted chocolate. I stay about a block behind her as we move out of the bustling commercial area and onto quiet tree lined residential streets.

As we move away from the crowds of people all I can hear is the crunch of brittle leaves and her sad predictable thoughts. She mentally organizes her plans for the evening: ordering chinese takeout; a quick load of laundry; watching her favorite police drama; going to bed alone. For a second she considers calling the man she went out with the previous weekend, wondering once again why he hasn't called. She decides against making the call, not wanting to seem desperate while at the same time trying reassure herself that she is not destined to be forever alone. Her steps slow and she begins digging into her purse, eventually extracting her keys.

She stops in front of an old, narrow, dark, three story brick building that has been split into apartments. I watch from across the street as she unlocks the front door and then a minute later the windows on the top floor light up. The phone in my pocket vibrates, I ignore it and move silently to sit on the rusted fire escape watching as she removes her coat and moves slowly around her small apartment. In her bedroom she slips into worn sweat pants, hanging her work uniform so it isn't wrinkled for tomorrows shift. In the bathroom she washes her face and then stares into the mirror poking and picking at her pores. I focus on the reflection of her eyes as I listen to the beat of her heart and whoosh of her blood. I focus on her eyes because they remind me of Bella's eyes. I focus on her eyes because that is the way I will get the most satisfaction.

I am stealthy and silent, it would be no problem to drain her before she even knew I was here. Instead, I slip through her living room window and purposely knock over a side-table. The crashing sound draws her out of the bathroom and as soon as she sees me her thoughts become jumbled and panicked. I move around the couch towards her. She stumbles backwards, barely managing to slam her bedroom door in my face. I crash though the flimsy door slamming into her body. She hits the wall, cracking the plaster and losing consciousness for a few seconds. I wait until she snaps out of it before I continue my advance. I want her awake, I want to see her eyes.

Once she is looking at me again, I stride forward. Her breath catches in her throat and her eyes widen, but she cannot speak. Her thoughts are frenzied. As I am standing over her my phone vibrates again and I have to stop myself from crushing it out of annoyance. I reach down and grab her bare foot, yanking on it and dragging her whole body closer to me. She is so scared that she doesn't even notice the temperature of my skin. I run my fingers along her calf and up the sole of her foot. I wrap my long fingers around her pinky toe and snap the bone. She screams. I move onto the next toe. This time the jolt of adrenaline she gets is enough to help her speak.

"What do you want?" Her voice is high pitched and shaky.

"I want to see the pain in your eyes."

Her thoughts are more coherent. She thinks I am insane, that maybe she can keep me talking. As she starts to open her mouth I break the next toe and all that slips past her lips is a scream. She kicks and bucks her body, trying to pull away from me, but I hold her like a vice. Now my phone is vibrating non-stop and I am internally cursing Alice, but I don't stop. I wrap my fingers around her ankle and squeeze until I hear another crack. The brown of her pupils start to roll up behind her eyelids, I slap the palm of my hand across her cheeks just hard enough to keep her with me. I shred her sweatpants, exposing her pale, blotched skin. Her eyes lock with mine, unable to look away as my teeth find the artery in her thigh. The similarity between these eyes and the ones I used to spend hours gazing into is erie. I hold her gaze as her warm blood fills my mouth. As her heart beat slows I feel my cock twitch, but it never fully hardens. I don't want these eyes, I want Bella's eyes.

Her thoughts slowly fade away with the beats of her heart until all that is left are the insistent vibrations from my phone. I finally pull the offending piece of technology from my pocket and see several missed calls from Alice. I set the phone on the unmade bed and call Alice on speaker phone while I retrieve my souvenirs from the girl. Alice picks up on the first ring, she speaks quickly and excitedly.

"I finally saw something."

BPOV

The days quickly melt into weeks and we easily fall into a routine. I fall asleep each night with his arms wrapped around me and his breath on my neck. We walk along the river bank in the mornings, our shoes wet with the dew. He sits at the table and watches intently every time I cook a meal. We watch every genre of movie and I fall asleep on the couch more times than not. When he goes to hunt I pass the time by researching everything to do with pregnancy on the internet. We venture into the city every week or so to stock up on food, movies and books. He tells me every detail of his long life and in return I share my short one with him. We talk about everything... except the future we are both acutely aware of.

It's a crisp fall afternoon when Jasper asks me if I would go on a date with him. At first I laugh and insist that dating is overrated and unnecessary. He presses me, though, saying things like he 'was raised to be a gentleman'. When I finally agree he smirks and tells me he got me a special outfit for the night. I find the outfit laid out on the bed, a short black maternity dress that hugs my growing belly and plunges to expose my swollen breasts, sheer bright purple tights and shiny patent leather shoes with a kitten heel. I quickly dress and descend the stairs to find Jasper looking breathtaking dressed in black pants, a black button down shirt and a black tie. He takes me to the National Gallery and spends hours listening to me talk about my favourite pieces of art. He guides me through the large building with his hand on the small of my back, placing soft kisses on my neck and ears every time I get excited about a painting or sculpture.

The ride home is silent and comfortable. Jasper cuts the engine on the truck and is instantly opening my door and helping me down. Once I am steady on my feet he leans in, brushing my hair behind my ear and whispers in a firm, commanding voice.

"I want you to go inside and take off everything except the tights. There is something I want to do."

My head swims and I have to steady myself on his arm as I walk inside and up the stairs. He leaves me at the top of the stairs, guiding me toward the bathroom as he enters the bedroom. I stand in front of the mirror, feeling my stomach knot and jump with nerves. I don't know what he is planning; I don't want to disappoint him. I want to show him just how much I trust him, that I would do whatever he asks. I strip down and take my panties off before pulling the purple tights back up my legs. I can see the small patch of dark brown curls through the sheer nylon and I notice a small run in the material covering my ass.

In the bedroom a row of candles on the dresser provide a low, flickering light. Jasper is sitting on the bed, barefoot and shirtless. His scars shining in the candlelight. The top button of his black pants sits open, exposing a trail of soft blond curls and no hint of underwear. My Ipod is in his lap and I can hear deep, resonating beats coming from the headphones. He is holding a soft black blindfold, with a pair of scissors and a coiled length of rope on the mattress beside him. His fingers pull apart the strap on the blindfold. My heart echoes the ripping velcro.

I'm so wet my tights are already soaked through.

"I thought I could help you relax, forget about everything else and just focus on how you feel when I'm touching you." Jaspers voice is low and soft. He licks his lips. His eyes are black and I am nervous, but not afraid.

"I think I would like that very much." My voice is hardly more than a whisper and I sink to my knees in front of him. I want so badly to show Jasper the trust I have in him that I will happily relinquish all of my control to him.

Jasper leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. The cool skin of his face rubs against my warm cheek. His nose is buried in my hair and I hear him inhale deeply. Then his lips are crashing against mine. His tongue pushing past my teeth, his cool sweet breath clouding my head. When he finally pulls away my lips are numb and I gasp for breath, my fingers gripping his forearms to keep myself upright.

Jasper quickly removes his pants before pulling me onto the bed. I am sitting with my back pulled flush against his chest. His bare thighs are pushed against mine and I can feel his coarse hairs poking through the nylon tights. He holds the soft black blindfold over my eyes and attaches the strap around the back of my head. I am plunged into complete blackness, my heart hammers with anticipation. His fingers trail down the sides of my breasts and gently snap the waistband on my tights. I feel his cool breath on my ear before he speaks.

"Is this ok?"

I nod, I am so eager I can't find the words.

"I want you to listen to the music and relax."

The headphones cover my ears and I will myself to relax. I feel Jasper's fingers on my shoulders, pushing me back onto the bed. I feel his lips on my neck and then hear his voice just audible above the music.

"I'm going to cut your tights."

In the darkness Jaspers touch feels electric. His fingers start at my right hip and trail slowly down my leg, occasionally tugging at the fabric. He grabs my ankle and brings it up to his shoulder. His hand moves back down my leg, knuckles rubbing the thin, moist patch of fabric between my legs. Long fingers pull the fabric away from my thigh and I feel the cold metal of the scissors. His fingers push against the exposed skin, pulling at my tights to widen the rough hole. He repeats this again, and again, and again up and down my legs. I feel the scissors biting and the fabric tearing over the pulsing of the bass and it sends shivers down my spine. Jasper finally cuts away the fabric covering my center and runs his cool fingers through my moist pubic hair.

I need to feel him. I reach out and my fingers find his body, searching until they are skimming the soft skin of his sack. Jasper guides me, covering my hand as I wrap my fingers around his shaft. I hold him tightly, pumping up and down. He pulls my arms over my head, holding my wrists tightly. I feel the weight of his body over mine and his voice cuts through the music.

"Naughty girl, I'm supposed to be touching you."

His lips are on my throat, and I feel his cool breath moving down my chest. His tongue lightly rubs against my nipple and he pulls it into his mouth. I arch my back and push into him. He licks his way from one breast to the next, my nipples hardening in response. His hands are still pinning my arms above my head, his legs pushing against my inner thighs, his hard cock lightly rubbing against the warmth of my pussy.

"I'm going to tie your hands."

"Yes...Please." I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs at his statement.

His chest pushes against mine as he loops the rope around my wrists and pulls it tight. His hands drop down and between us and gently separate my wet lips. The head of his cock pushes against my swollen clit and I moan in response. I hear his deep groan over the music, and then he pulls away and I can't feel him.

Jasper turns me over like I weigh nothing at all. Cold fingers grab my hips, pulling them into the air; my shoulders and face pushing down onto my bound hands. His fingers tug at the rough holes in my tights, they slide over my pussy and up along the crack of my ass. Even with the music pounding I hear the sharp snap when the flat of his palm lightly spanks my round ass.

Jasper's fingers push on my knees, moving my legs further apart and opening my pussy to him. His tongue lightly strokes the skin on the back of my thigh as his fingers circle my clit. I feel his cool breath against my thighs and I squirm trying to find more friction. Jasper sucks my sensitive clit into his mouth; I pant loudly and push into him. He pulls back and the loss of contact leaves me begging.

"Please..."

His hands firmly grab my hips, pulling them to his face as he licks from my clit up to my ass twice before plunging two fingers into my slick folds. He keeps moving, switching between his tongue and fingers until I am on the edge. His tongue is plunging in and out of my pussy when he pushes his pinky into my ass. I cum so hard that I collapse forward on the bed, seeing fireworks in the darkness of the blindfold.

Jasper wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me off the bed. He slowly pushes into me, reaching around and finding my clit with his fingers before he starts to rock. I push back into him, eager for more. Our pace increases until we are frantic. He fists his hand in my ponytail, pulling my head back and I feel his teeth ghosting lightly along my neck. And then his rough voice is right in my ear.

"I'm going to cum all over your ass."

His fingers find my clit again as his cock slides up and pushes against my ass. His fingers pinch and I can't think; I moan and push and grind as I cum. I feel his hardness throbbing and pulsing before I feel his cold cum spilling out and dripping down my thighs. We collapse forward onto the bed, my shaking legs unable to hold us up. After a few minutes Jasper pushes himself off and gently removes the headphones and I finally open my eyes he is looking down at me with a smirk.

"Well, what do you think?"

"I think I fucking love you." I know I can't live without you.

RPOV

I look at the dim stars, contemplating where we went wrong as I wait for Emmet to return. After Jasper called we had immediately returned to Bella's house to find it a smoldering pile of ash. There had been a faint trail smelling of Alice, Edward, Carlisle and Esme but it died at a car dealership in the next town. It was impossible to follow their scent once they got in a vehicle. In the absence of a solid trail to follow we spent weeks criss-crossing the country, heading to the scene of every violent death that may have been caused by a raging vampire, hoping to catch their scents. The only thing that kept us going were the updates from Jasper; knowing we had something to fight for, a family of sorts waiting for us in that small cottage.

Eventually a gruesome murder in New Hampshire lead us to a stale trail Edward had left. It had been days since he had been there and the trail lead us nowhere, but it was the first sign of him we had. We kept searching the area and had found traces of Edward and Alice's scents all over Maine, New Hampshire and Massachusetts. But each trail had died out and lead us nowhere. And so I'm waiting, leaning against a moss covered log in a thick patch of forest for Emmet to return from following one of these trails. We know we are close, it's just a matter of finding something that will expose them to us.

"Babe!" Emmets voice reaches me moments before he breaks silently though the trees.

I'm on my feet instantly, crouched and prepared to attack whatever might be following my mate. Em skids to a stop in front of me, grabbing my shoulders. His eyes are wide and dark, he is so excited he is almost shaking.

"I know where they're staying."

"Where?"

"A boarded up old church just outside of Nashua, it looked empty but I could smell the two of them all over the place. We need to hurry."

I run as fast as I can, just steps behind Emmet. But I stop instantly when we approach the dilapidated building. I can smell Edward and Alice and the reek of rotting flesh.

"Any sign of Esme or Carlisle?" My voice is quiet and reserved

Emmet grabs my hand as he shakes his head. The last bit of hope I had been holding onto evaporates. I know I will never see my parents again.

"I came back for you as soon as I smelled this place. I didn't go in." Emmet warns me as we climb the creaky rotten stairs.

There is a thick chain looped through the door handles with a thick rusty padlock handing off it. Emmet pulls on the handles and the wood cracks and splinters releasing more foul smelling air. He pulls the shards of wood out of the doorway and steps into the darkness. I take a deep, unnecessary breath before I follow him. There are no lights, but I have no problem seeing the disgusting mess before me. The interior is one large room, mostly empty. There are no pews left; the only sign this was ever a church is the organ at the front next to a platform that was once an altar. The floor boards are soft and rotting, covered in some areas by dank, moldy shag carpet. There are holes in the ceiling, vines pushing through the old singles and rafters. Where the paint remains it is bubbled and flaking from the moisture that has gotten inside.

The stench is almost unbearable, I can't imagine the pristine Alice and Edward that I knew in this space. Yet their scents are the only things I can smell besides death and decay. I take in every detail trying to find anything that might give us some clue as to what they are planning. There is an old roll top desk in the back corner, I lift the lid to find pages and pages of loose leaf covered in blue pen. The pages remind me of homework, the alphabet and simple words repeated hundreds of times. My hands start to shake when I realize the writing looks almost identical to Carlisle's; the subtle differences I notice seem to lessen as I flip through the pages until the script is an exact replica of my fathers.

"They were working on forging Carlisle's handwriting." I hold the pages out for Emmet to examine.

My mate shakes his head in disgust before returning the pages to the dirt encrusted desktop. I stick to the back of the room opening two doors along the wall and find a small bathroom that hasn't been used in decades. Emmet walks slowly towards the front of the room; pushing garbage and debris out of his way with the tips of his boots. I open the second door and the stench of death is worse than anything I have ever smelt before. There are rickety steps leading down into a dirt basement; the floor is completely covered in a lumpy decaying mass. From the top of the stairs I can just make out different colour fabrics and skin; I can see the motion of the maggots.

"I think it's safe to assume they are not vegetarians anymore." I can barely choke out the words because of the stench.

Emmet doesn't answer. He is standing at the front of the room, looking up at the altar. I can see him shaking. I shut the door on the horrific scene in the basement and work my way towards Emmet. As I get closer I can see that the front wall has been covered by uneven squares of different fabrics. It isn't until I am right beside Emmet that I realize it is hair and not fabric. The whole front wall is covered with scalps that have been roughly nailed to the wood.

"What in the fuck!" I can't contain my horror and disgust.

Emmets hand squeezes my own. And then he points to the very centre of the wall. My eyes focus on the bright white blonde colour first, but then they find the soft caramel hanging just below it; two heads of hair I would know anywhere. I can't stop the venom from rising in my throat and coating the floor and my shoes. I feel like the walls are closing in on me and I can't breathe. I run for the door, stumbling over everything in my path. When the cold air hits my face I start to sob and sink down on the steps, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands. I long to produce tears to have an outlet for my rage and pain; everything I thought sacred is ugly and profane.

I can't tell how long I sit like that before I feel Emmets hand rubbing small circles on my back. When I am finally able to raise my head I am shocked to see his face. I have never seen my mate look so terrifying. His eyes are pitch black, venom dripping down his chin and neck.

"We need to go to Jasper. Now."

Emmets voice is hard and commanding.

"Bella is not safe."

He pushes a cardboard box into my hands. I open the flap and see charcoal drawings like Alice would always make when she was trying to focus on a obscure vision. The first few I pull out are just Jasper's face from different angles. Then I see one of Bella; she is sitting in Jasper's lap and his hands are cradling her huge belly.

"They know," I murmur. I can't keep the fear and defeat from my voice.

Emmet pulls me to my feet. He turns me to face him, leans down and presses his lips tightly against mine. He pulls back and tilts my head up so I am looking into his eyes. When he speaks his voice is softer, almost pleading.

"They will not harm her. We cannot let that happen."