A/N Apologies for the second posting of this chapter - I forgot to put on the AN/Disclaimer... I am mostly over the flu now so hopefully can get back on to writing once again - I hope this chapter fuels you all until I post my next full length chapter soon!

Disclaimer - Jasper, Peter, Bella and the Twilight universe belongs to SM - I am only borrowing them :)

Last time with Jasper:

I quickly dialled Peter, mulling over his actions of the past few days, "Hey Jay," Peter answers the phone.

I grin, hearing Char in the background, "Hey brother, thanks for what you have done for Bee – it threw me a loop smelling the Major on her body – nearly set Eddie boy off though, first time I have seen him close to acknowledging his beast."

Peter laughed, "She needs to borrow something of yours – perhaps a jacket that would cover the scent enough to confuse Edward and the others. Carlisle can be told that I gave her an early birthday present, a piece of family jewellery, if he asks. None of the others will ask or interfere."

I nod to myself, "Okay Peter, I have just the thing – I will drop it over later on. Give Char my love."

"Yep will do - See you in a few hours, Jay." With that, Peter hangs up and I sigh to myself as I think about that scent, only a few items contain it – Why would Peter give her one of those?

Chapter 21.

JPoV

A scent wafts through the wind, catching my attention. Rich warm blood, fresh in the air; a snarl rips from my chest, the desire for the blood making me move stealthily towards the luscious smell. As I approach, the unmistakable sound of my twin's soft warning growl sounds out as I rapidly change direction, moving away from my twins hunt.

Disappointment rises in me, that blood smells so tempting, so alluring. I change direction, heading into the depths of the Olympic National Park, knowing that I will find more predators to hunt there. As I run I allow myself to drift, allowing myself to bask in lust I felt this morning, even though she didn't know it was me…

A snort sounds in my head, "Don't sell yourself short Jasper!" The Major pushes his views further, as his temper flares. "When are you going to realise you are worth it yourself too?"

Rage growls out, "There Jay," he snarls urgently, "Cat just in the trees just ahead… Want IT, Need IT!" His rumbling, continuous growl making his hunger known to me. "Let me hunt! Let me drink, rip, tear…"

The Major stiffens within me, alert to Rage's demands. I feel him twisting inside me, as if searching, digging, feeling out Rage's true desire, and then I feel him relax, his presence becoming reassuring to me, letting me know silently that he is satisfied that it is safe for us to allow Rage out to play.

I drop into a hunting stance as I pull my shirt off, throwing it safely to the base of a tree. I smell the cat's scent on the breeze, searching for any human's within my gifts range, before relaxing my grip on my beast, sinking slightly into myself, in control enough to still be the dominant strength, but enough to let Rage prowl, hunt as he so desperately needs.

Rage PoV

Rich aromas assault my nose, my back curls stretching out muscles, neck slowly extends, first left then right. I sink further into my hunting stance and start prowling forward, towards the feline ahead of me. I push myself into a leap, landing softly on a branch several trees away from the cat, and I continue to stalk closer and closer to my meal. My mouth watering as the breeze brings the glorious scent to me; step by step I grow closer to the throbbing, pulsing mass of fur and blood.

I watch as the cat leaps to the ground, pouncing on a fawn. I snarl as I launch myself onto the cats back, grappling with it as I rip away the fur covering the precious artery and I sink my teeth into the soft vessel, hearing the quiet 'pop' as I break the seal onto this fine vintage. Pleasured growls echo through my chest as my claw like fingers rip through the creature as I let my frustration out in the only way my other selves will allow. I drop the shredded carcass and roar out my dissatisfaction with my emotionally blind counterpart, "MINE … All MINE!"

I pitch myself at the nearest tree, pounding it with my fists, expending my fury as being unable to act, unable to mark, unable to claim… Snarls and roars rolling from me as my aggravation with Jay reaches its peak, and my fist flies out once last time, hitting the tree with my full force. The creaking scream as the tree collapses away from me and crashes to the ground echoes around the forest. My knees give in, and they hit the ground as my hand fall to my side and I roar out my anger at being kept from doing what's right, what's needed, what's essential to my soul.

"Are you quite finished Rage?" The dulcet tones of the Major whisper through my mind, "You know why you have to hold back – He is only just learnt how to hold himself together, we can't risk his sanity. We need him – without him there is only me…"

Shock rocks through me at his words, and then I realise that Jay's presence is gone again, buried by the Major. "She is ours! NOT His," I venomously snarl, "Need to Mark, Need to Claim!"

The Major snarls back at me, the true snarl of the only being who can stop me. His voice takes on his true darkness, "This world won't survive having me back at liberty…" His voice drops to a hushed whisper, "SHE won't survive me without Jay to balance me…"

I let out an angst filled cry, "How much longer?"

"Hush Rage, Hush," He softly calms me, "She has our scent on her crest, she carries a part of us with her – Peter has seen to that," the Major reminds me soothingly, "Not too much longer…"

A soft rumbling purr erupts as the memory of smelling our scent on her forces itself into the forefront of my mind. I look down at myself, the blood on my hands mostly gone, I absently lick my hands as I lay back engrossed in my memories of my Pretty Girl.

Peter's PoV

I pad around Jasper's study, listening to Esme potter around through the open window – a sure sign that Jasper's hunting, as I know he hates coming back through the house when he's fresh from a hunt, his scars on show. He hates feeling their reactions, the fear however fleeting, the pity as much as they try to squash the emotion… I sit into his great big armchair, looking at his current pile of reading books, trying to distract myself from the feeling of the dull ache of being parted from Char, as it slowly increases with the distance growing between us as she travels back to Seattle.

I rise, unable to sit any longer, and lean against the marble mantelpiece, with Jasper's collection of carvings each neatly spaced along the surface. I look down at the lit fire, searching the flames, trying to ignore the tug, tug, tugging I am constantly feeling, the constant ache as the distance grows further and further.

I push myself away from the marble before I start grinding my fingers into the stone; taking slow deep breathes trying to focus my mind away from the growing pain within me. I have nothing to distract me, no urgent meeting with the Volturi, no scouting mission for the Major, nothing to distract my mind from this ever increasing agony… How on earth did I survive going to Italy? Was the need to protect my sire, my bonded brother, so desperate that it out weighed the pain of being parted from my mate?

I pace back and forth through his rooms, continually drawn back to his bedroom, with his nest of pillows on his bed that he so loves. I draw in yet another deep breath – the concentration of his scent draws me closer.

I take off my boots, crawling up onto the bed, taking another deep comforting breath, the musky scent of leather and heat filling my nose, and just as Jasper does, I crawl into the nest, curling with my spine along the wall of pillows and resting my head on the single pillow, wrapping my arms around another one, my nose buried into it dragging breath after breath of Jasper's scent into me.

My mind, uncalled for, throws up image after image of my Charlotte, the painful tugs yanking memories of her with each tug. Her name falls from my lips, "Charlotte…" A tremor runs through my right arm – It has begun…

Rage PoV

The scent of another cat wafts past my nose; I slink to my feet, looking towards the sound of the soft padding sound of the animals footsteps. I prowl towards the cat, stalking after it, step after careful step, a lustful rumbling growl softly giving warning, I want to hunt, to strive for my meal, and the last one was too easy, too simple… I start to move forward another step when suddenly my right arm twitches involuntarily. My movements freeze, I tilt my head, throwing open wide my senses, my gift, searching for the cause of the twitch. My eyes drop closed in concentrations, reaching out stretching my gift, searching for the answer. My eyes flash open and I drop my head back in shock, a gasp of pain escapes, and a growled, "Peter!" explodes from my lips, as I turn and start running towards the direction of the pain.

A surge of power flows through our body, as I feel The Major and Jay alongside me, pushing our way towards him, reaching out trying to soothe him as his agony sweeps through us. Slowly, as we near closer and closer to the source of pain, I allow myself to sink into the background, to let Jay take over. As I slip into my sleepy state, an image of my Pretty Girl floats across my mind… My needs currently satisfied, my wants soothes as much as they can be… For now.