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It was the snarl that jerked Jasper from his reverie: full of savage hate, the emotion from the all too familiar animal almost bowling Jasper over from where they stood, drenched in the blood of their enemies. Leah. Jasper shook his head, wiping away at the delicious tasting blood in his mouth. Rosalie narrowed her eyes at him. "What the fuck did you just do?" she hissed in a low voice, so low that humans couldn't hear them.
Instinct, Jasper thought but even he knew she wouldn't believe him. He ran his tongue over his bloody lips, enjoying the rare taste, the way the delicious liquid coated his throat. "Bella," Charlie breathed and Jasper could feel his horror rolling over him, so much stronger then the savage hate of the she-wolf. Charlie's face was paling even as he checked his gun to make sure it was loaded. Charlie turned to look at them all: dark brown eyes ( Bella's eyes Jasper realized with an odd sort of wonder, they have the same soulful eyes) settling on them all before they seemed to linger on Jasper's own. "You'll have to forgive me," Charlie whispered, his voice tight, "but I'm not letting anything touch my baby girl."
"What?" Rosalie asked. "Are you kidding me? This is perfect- with those freaks distracted we can make our escape-"
Jasper cut her off with a glare before he took off towards the direction of the battle; his unbeating heart twisting in his chest as he leapt over a fence, almost tumbling into a black cloaked form. It gave out a shocked squeak even as Jasper flipped the human on her back, one hand already gripping its throat. He froze though, when he saw the human's eyes: they dark and wide with fear; terror rolling off her body. She looked no older then fifteen if he had to guess. And more importantly, she had the eyes of a normal person- she had not digested a pill yet.
The two combatants stared at each other for a moment: Jasper could hear her heartbeat thunder wildly, could feel her throat tremble beneath his hand. She's a child, Jasper thought as he let her go, slowly rising to his feet. "Go," Jasper commanded. "I won't be so lenient next time."
The girl scrambled away from him, entire body trembling with fear before she turned her back on him, running into the street. Jasper knew he would probably regret that decision later but at the moment, the Civil War Veteran really couldn't give a fuck. He charged forward, bursting out into the front lawn of the next street, taking in the scene before him.
Richard Newton lay in a pool of his own blood, his entire back drenched with it. Mike was screaming something unintelligible, half sobbing almost as he clung to his dead father. Leah was snapping at any limb that came close but even Jasper could see the dozens of stab wounds streaming from her sides. Erik was fighting in the fray; practically yanking any Member off and sending them screaming as he mind raped them. Where's Bella?!
Jasper slammed into the nearest Black Paradigm solider he could find, snapping the neck without even stopping before he reached Leah. Humans were fragile creatures, even ones drugged as high as these and Jasper thrust his hand into the chest of one solider easily. The young man gave a gruttal cry as Leah managed to dance away from the small crowd assaulting her. Jasper could feel his victim's ribs (the ones that hadn't shattered upon his thrusting his hand in) drag themselves against his skin as he pulled the man's heart out. The organ came out easily enough, a tiny twitching to it as Jasper threw it on the ground. He stepped on it, listening to it crunch under his foot before he snarled at the remaining force of soldiers: ten in all.
"I'm giving all of you one more chance to live," Jasper seethed. "Back down, now."
Erik summoned a gasp of air to make a proper whistle. "You guys better listen. Terminator here is serious. I personally would just mind rape all of you until you're comatose. So take your pick: being dismembered or mind raped and dismembered."
"Kill 'em!" Mike screamed. Jasper could see the human scrambling to his feet, his father's blood on his hands, his chest from hugging him."Kill them all!"
"No offense Newton," Erik replied, "But you're not in the best mental state right now."
"Then I'll do it," Mike sobbed as he struggled to even stay up right. A part of Jasper was amazed really- how did someone so loathing of blood manage to even stay on his feet? Through rage he supposed. The same feeling Jasper himself wanted to take out on all these warriors for Bella's disappearance.
"Nah," Erik drawled, "Miss Clearwater, Dracula, and I got this. Just watch our six."
"We will never surrender," one solider ( a young teen with an acne scarred face) hissed.
Jasper grinned. "As you wish."
The closer three charged Erik and Jasper watched as the man's green rises shrank, the pupils expanding until it covered both entire eyes. The three Black Paragon soldiers dropped to the ground in a screaming fit, their bodies thrashing about. One even clawed at his face, blubbering of the pain. Two turned to face Leah, only for the sliver she-wolf to snap her large mouth around one Paradigm soldier's mid-drift. Bright red blood squirted out from between his lips even as Erik ran forward, scooping up a broken knife from the ground to ram it into the second shocked soldier's back.
Jasper watched the man fall before he attended to his own fight of five: the sudden loss of five other soldiers had caused a feeling of panic swirling between the maniac bloodlust. One swung at him with a sword; Jasper simply spun around, grabbing his opponent by his shirt before flinging him into another oncoming solider. Cloth ripped away in his hands even as Jasper ducked from another swing, ramming his head into a soft abdomen. Jasper heard something crack before the human went flying backwards.
"Dracula heads up!" Erik yelled, the warning giving Jasper just enough time to dodge a knife throw to the head. He felt the blade chip his cheek as it went spiraling past.
The soldier who had thrown the knife reached into his cloak for another knife but Erik was already on him, gripping the man by his wrist and flipping him over with practiced ease. Leah sprang into action, snarling, and growling up a froth at the last solider, the young girl Jasper had let live. She had started to charge Erik, her dagger already in her hand when Leah had leaped in front of her, ears pointed forward and hackles raised, bone crushing fangs mere feet from her.
Don't do it, Jasper begged. Don't.
"You think you'll win?" the solider pinned to the ground beneath Erik laughed. "Please! All of you will die!"
"Ladies first," Erik chirped as he placed one hand on the soldier's temple. The man opened his mouth in a silent scream, his body shuddering before it fell silent. Now it was just the young girl. She looked at Leah and then at Erik, before finally settling her gaze on Jasper. Those same, dark, fear filled eyes.
"I surre-" her words were cut off by the sound of gunfire, her body spinning away from them even as Jasper turned around to glower at the culprit. Mike kneeled there on the ground, clutching his .30-30 to his chest, a small trail of smoke curling up from the barrel.
"You took too long," Mike whispered, almost begging. "They killed him. They killed my…Daddy."
Erik sighed, his eyes swirling back to normal. "Well that was an epic clusterfuck," he said with a shake of his head and glanced in the direction of the others who were closer now, only a few houses away. "Some help you guys were." Leah growled in agreement.
"You didn't have to kill her," Jasper seethed quietly, even as Charlie took a hesitant step forward. Jasper could feel the panic rising in the former police chief and immediately began to build his shields again, knowing the emotional storm would border on a typhoon.
"Where is she? Where's my daughter?" Charlie whispered. He was looking at Jasper as if he would know.
"Alive," Erik replied. "And out of town- that much I could sense before we got a bit busy. We're going to have company soon though, of the bat variety. I could sense him on the outskirts of town."
Rosalie snorted. "Bat variety? Who?"
"His Royal Doucheness, Edward Cullen."