Sweat poured down Jacob's figure as his body twitched and jerked. The foggy mirror in front of him seemed to only show him. But was it really him.

His figure...yet so pale and....translucent. His skin seemed to waver, and it was as if Jacob could see through his body. Yet he couldn't.....

And the eyes....so crimson. So swirling. So demented. Full orbs of blood and greediness.

Jacob raised a hand to this mirror, it inching closer and closer to the reflective object.

His fingertips lightly touched the object. It was....sand?

The mirror suddenly changed into a red hour glass. Res sand fell onto his hands slowly. So slowly.....

Pain

Blood started perspiring out Jacob's hand, covering the skin with red gore.

Jacob's lips twitched in a grin of amusement.

Blood.

Such lovely blood.

Killing......

Slow laughs disperses from Jacob's lips as his eyes grew wide.

"Hah.....hahhah.....hahahaha!"

The laugh was so insane, a mad mans laugh.

Was that Jacob?

A mad man?

Jacob woke in cold sweat, breathing heavily.

What was this burning in his stomach? It was like.....

Jacob grabbed his face, gripping it with his finger pads. He squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to calm his breathing. But he couldn't......it was....

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!," the girl screamed as Jacob's jaw clamped on her neck and his fangs sunk into her skin. Her slut outfit made her warm body press against Jacob's, causing him so much heat. His neck burned and his mind could not grasp saneness. He was loss in the pleasure of what the girl was giving him. Nurturing him. The girl, such a whore and slut, she deserved this. And she was not fighting. She wanted to die anyway. She was happy he was killing her. She was happy she was dying, and He was happy that he was insane.

Jacob came back from the other world, and he squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

E-Edward.......

Jacob fell sideways onto his covers, curled up in a ball, his knees pressing against his stomach and his arms consuming his head that was only a inch or so away from his legs.

What was going wrong with him?

Why was he.....so.....thi........

(A/N: Sebastian's mind. Cullen's house)

Rebel? Rebel, where are you?

Sebastian wondered this in the foggy word, his head snapping around looking for his demonic half.

Sebastian was scared. He had to admit it. He felt sick. Horrible. Like he needed something extremely bad, and he could have it, yet his mind held him back.

Sebastian knew what he wanted.

Blood and a fuck.

Suddenly, hands wrapped around him, bringing him into another body, holding him close.

"Calm down Seb, baby. Im right here," Rebel whispered in Sebastian's ears.

Sebastian shuddered, but he couldn't help but feel better. Safer.

"I hate you," Sebastian whispered, going deeper into the hold. "I hate you so much....i want to be normal. I want to be like the Cullens. I don't want to kill....."

Rebels arms tightened. "Do you really believe that?,' he whispered. "Do you really want to be normal?"

Sebastian couldn't answer. He didn't know. After all, he already said before, but when asked the question by Rebel, he couldn't.....his mind it was.....

"H-humans...," he stuttered. His eyelids became heavy.

"Yes Sebastian?"

Sebastian's vision blurred in madness, and his lips twitched up, showing his gleaming fangs. "Humans deserve to die."

Rebel smiled. "That's right Sebastian. That's exactly right. Here."

Rebel brought up his hand in front of Sebastian's mouth in offering. Sebastian's fangs immediately sunk into the skin, taking all the demonic blood.

Rebel now had to hold Sebastian up, which was nothing. Its just if Rebel moved, Sebastian would fall.

Rebel felt no pain at all. It was impossible for him too. And he did love Sebastian. Only Sebastian. He loved him with a passion. He also hated him with a passion. But he loved him with more of a passion. Sebastian held the power. All the power.

Yet Rebel used though power. To kill everyone in their way. Because he only loved Sebastian. And Sebastian, past all the lies he was trying to stuff into his evil mind, only loved him.

"Rebel!," Sebastian mewled as Rebel stroked his length while sucking on his nipple. He bucked against Rebel's hand and shuddered once more, thrusting his head back.

Blood trailed from his mouth and dripped down his chin, staining his perfect skin.

Sebastian's eyes rolled back in his head in pleasure as he came in Rebels hand.

"I l-love you!," Seb screamed.

Rebel smiled and kissed Sebastian gently on the lips.

"And you will only love me."

(A/N: The Volturi)

Aro smirked, sipping at his blood wine slowly.

The two females in front of him were dead. Rightfully dead.

They had failed in their mission to the vampire hunter.

Brent, Aro remembered.

And now, they had payed with torture.

Both bodies were naked and used, and they were clinging to each other tightly.

Buzzing still sounded through the still air, from the devises planted in their arses.

How they had screamed. Aro was not one to kill foolishly, he had to be wise about decisions.

Yet, they had swore, and they had lied. And Aro does not tolerate failure.

Especially when it involves the Wanted One.

(A/N: Ok, The Volunturi live in a fricken mansion/castle. That's what im puttin)

Aro left the dungeon room, slowing the steel door behind him. He met Marcus as he was walking down the halls.

"I do not see why you want to see death brought to the child of the wanted one," Marcus said, causing Aro to freeze and then look at him with narrow eyes.

"It is a Cursed One," Aro replied simply.

"You have not killed any of the other Cursed, why this one?"

"Ahh, Marcus, do you forget?," Aro said with a amused tone as a smirk crossed his lips.

Marcus raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Aro laughed. "Cares and Lia."

Marcus's eyes widened, and then he looked away, his eyebrows knotted together.

"Yes," Aro went on. "Slowly tortured. But isn't that what we have to pay have peace?" Aro raised an eyebrow in question to Marcus.

Marcus failed to reply, and Aro smirked wider.

"Good day," he said as he walked away.

Relationships, Marcus thought bitterly. Didyme......

(A/N: Didyme is Marcus's wife who i think Aro killed(though Marcus does not know that fact) and apparently that's why Marcus is an apathetic zombie ...?)

(A/N: The Cursed Ones)

"Maxy, babe, c'mon."

"Go away."

"Max! Please, honey!"

"I said go away."

"Ma—"

Maxwell snapped around and put a hand over Dimitri's mouth, his eyes narrow with anger. "If you say another word......," he hissed.

Dimitri grinned and grabbed Max's hand and moved it away from his mouth. He leaned in and kissed Maxwell on the lips gently. "Don't get so jealous," he said.

Maxwell growled. "I'm not jealous. Why should i care if your hanging out with that slutty bitch who calls herself a woman?"

"You are so jealous." Demi grabbed Max's chin and forced the teen to look at him. "I love you. You are my source. You are my life."

"Don't try to be poetic."

"Im not. Im serious."

Max starred at the floor. "Liar..."

"Look at me."

Max's eyes immediately snapped back to Dimitri's.

"I love you, and only you."

Max's and Dimitri's lips locked together in a passionate kiss, thier hands finding each others and gripping tightly in embrace.

"Me too."

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