Jasper's POV

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As soon as I heard the bellowing noise, my mind threw up an image of Bella's tear-filled eyes as she ran out the door and to her truck. No. It wasn't her, it couldn't be her. Another image, this one of Bella driving with red, swollen eyes, tears restricting her pathetic human sight even more. I yelled for Carlisle and took off towards the sound, but not before yelling a warning to Peter.

"If she dies, you will too, and that's a fucking promise," I snarled, meaning every last word.

It seemed like forever before we arrived, even though in reality it was only a few minutes. I had tried to tell myself that there was a big possibility that it was Bella, tried to prepare myself for it. But nothing could have prepared me for the sight of her truck wrapped around the tree. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of crimson covering her limp body, or seeing the large piece of glass from the windshield jetting out of her, imbedded deep within her stomach, pinning her to the seat.

I watched with a dulled horror as Carlisle gently examined her. My mind barely even registered the fact that her blood had no scent whatsoever. Carlisle looked up at me then, and I could tell from his grim look what his verdict was. He sighed and shook his head.

"She's not going to make it, son. There's too much internal damage, and she's lost too much blood. I'm sorry, Jasper, but there's nothing I can do," Carlisle said, and I could feel the truth of his words.

"I can change her," I said quietly, feeling my resolve grow as I uttered the words. I could save Bella. I would save Bella. All it would take is one little bite. I could do it. I had done it countless times before, when I was with Maria. I shoved Carlisle out of the way, and stared down at Bella, surprised to notice that she was conscious.

"No, Jasper. I don't want to be changed. There's no point, anymore. Take...care...of..Charlie," she wheezed, and then started coughing up more of her strange, scentless blood. My chest started throbbing as I watched her, the human who had become like a sister to me, slowly start to fade away. She had wormed her way into my undead heart, claiming a small piece of it for herself. And fuck it all, if I was just going to just stand here and let her die. She would forgive me, eventually. I would have all of eternity to make it up to her.

I leaned down and kissed her forehead, whispering a quiet, "Forgive me, darlin" before leaning over and touching my lips to her neck. This was it. I could do this. I parted my lips and prepared myself to bite.

"No!" Edward yelled, and launched himself at me. I had just enough time to maneuver so the fucker didn't knock me into Bella, before he was on me.

"He was going to change her anyway!" Edward shrieked to Carlisle, like the little bitch tattletale that he was. I dropped him with a wave of agony, and started back towards Bella, only to be tackled by Emmett and then Rose. My concentration was blown all to hell, causing me to lose my hold on Edward. He joined Emmett and Rose, who were trying in vain to hold me down.

I shoved them all off of me with a roar, punching Edward in the face for good measure. I once again started my trek forward, only to be stopped by the one person who I refused to hit or use my abilities on. My mate. I hesitated for a split second when she stepped in front of me, but it was long enough. Next thing I knew, I was being held down by Carlisle, Edward, Emmett, Rose, and yes, my mate and own personal kryptonite, Alice.

"I will never forgive you for this," I snarled, surprised to find that the words were true for every single one of them, my mate included. There were certain lines you didn't cross, and these people had stomped all over mine, laughing the entire time. I wouldn't forget.

"She doesn't want this, Jasper," Rose grunted. "I wish that someone would have given me the choice."

"You have the same choice right now, that you had all those years ago," I growled, sick of her selfish shit. "Die or live as a vampire, Rose. Same fucking choices. No one's stopping you from hurling yourself into a bonfire if you're so fucking unhappy. Hell, I'll even help you."

Thankfully, Rose didn't open her mouth again. Edward started in on some spiel about 'damned souls', so I tuned him out. I could hear Esme crying somewhere near us, but I tuned her out as well. I focused solely on Bella's heartbeat that was fading with every soft thud. I couldn't lose her, I just couldn't.

I renewed my fight to break free, sending out the strongest wave of agony I could muster. I was mentally exhausted, and needed to feed to regain my strength. Using my gift this strongly takes a lot out of me, and I simply didn't have the juice left to really affect them all strongly enough to incapacitate them. I was fucking stuck unless I was willing to unleash my beast and risk killing them all. Yes, I was fucking pissed at them, but I knew I would never forgive myself if I killed them all. I felt so damn helpless, and I did not like it, not one little bit.

"It's almost over," Carlisle murmured, as if that would fucking help me. I let out a feral roar, expressing my emotions in the only way left to me. When this was all over, someone was going to pay.