JPOV

The journey to Italy was a nightmare, but trying to get into Volterra was even harder. Flying was quicker than running, so the five of us were now sitting on a plane. I felt despicable. My mate, my wife was stuck with that bitch somewhere. And who knows what could be happening! And I am sitting on a fucking plane. But I kept telling myself that this was quicker.

"Jas. Jasper." Emmett murmured. My head snapped up to find his eyes boring into mine. Sympathy. Anger. Determination. "We'll get her back." He continued with soft eyes.

"Don't say that." I growled. "We don't know that." I stared at Emmett for a while as he stared back. We didn't speak, we didn't really know what to say. Carlisle, Jacob and Peter were in another compartment.

Eventually, with about twenty minutes left in the journey, Emmett spoke up. "So what's the plan?"

"Well. We demand to see the brothers. We ask them why they killed Edward, Alice and Rose. We ask about Maria. And then.. we'll just have to wait and see."

More silence continued. I could feel Emmett's anxiety grow, and I could feel myself growing more and more paranoid by the second. After a couple of minutes, I was having a breakdown.

"Emmett. What if we're too late? What if.." My voice broke, and Emmett moved so he was crouching down in front of me, looking up at me worriedly.

"Listen to me Jasper. We can't show weakness, we can't show worry. We have to be tough. If you are right, if Maria really was working with the Volturi, then we'll have an in. Obviously, the Volturi won't think we suspect, because it is so out of nowhere." Emmett stopped when Carlisle walked in. We both looked at him, expecting something. He was not one to interrupt.

"Emmett is correct, Jasper. They will have counted on the fact that we know nothing. And they will spin a lie when they find out we know. I don't know exactly what, but they will. But they obviously want something." He didn't look at me, or Emmett. He sat down on a chair and played with the arm rest, chewing on his lip. He looked although he was struggling himself, which was unreal. Where was the strong leader?

"Carlisle, you know the family better than we do. What will happen after we see them." Emmett asked, patting my back before standing up.

"Your guess is as good as mine, Emmett." He replied tiredly.

We sat in silence the remainder of the trip, thinking over what will happen. Not knowing scares the shit out of me. I've always had Alice to help me out. How much easier things would be if she were here!

But then again, if she were here, I wouldn't have married Bella.

We landed in Italy in a private airport. Of course the Volturi would have somehow found out we were coming! Two of their little pets, Demetri and Felix, were waiting for us, sparkling away in the hot sun. Carlisle immediately walked forwards to shake hands with them, but I could feel the loathing he felt for them. These were the people who killed Alice, Rosalie and Edward. I knew their scents. I remembered back to that horrendous day we found the ashes, and I found myself losing control, projecting out my hate to everyone.

Demetri and Felix turned to me with a look of amusement.

"Jasper. How long it has been. What, five years?" Felix smirked. "Who was it you were with? Alice?"

I stepped forwards, growling, which of course made them laugh more. Emmett put his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. I took an unnecessary deep breath, keeping my eyes on the two boys.

"Well. Lets get going, shall we?" Demetri said slowly, almost taunting us. Carlisle nodded, and then shot me a look of warning. I knew that look. The 'be careful what you say because these people could kill us' look. Together we walked, with Peter behind, on the phone to Charlotte, convincing her that it will all be okay, that he will see her soon. Jacob was walking with Emmett and I, with a look of deep concentration on his face. Carlisle was ahead with the two boys, although he still felt angry. Of course he did.

After ten or so minutes of walking under ground in a dark path that had obviously been built so that the Volturi could walk freely around the bright city, we reached the place that the brothers call 'home'. Every now and again, Jacob would screw up his nose, and make some low comment of how much the place stinks. Obviously, he is used to our scent. But now having that mixed in with human blood, Jacob was struggling. But he still just felt anguish for Bella. I hope, that for everyone's sake, he keeps his cool.

All I felt now was anger and determination. I had to get Bella back, and I would do anything I had to.

"Demetri. Look what you have brought back." A high female voice chirped. My head snapped up in hatred, and there she stood. Jane.

The little bitch who obviously played a large part in killing part of our family.

"Carlisle." She trilled, smiling up at him. He tensed up, expecting her fiery gift, but nothing happened. He walked forward, and kissed her hand as she wanted.

"Jane. How are you?"

"Oh, Carlisle, I'm just fine." She turned to us next, and then screwing up her face when she seen Jacob.

"Who brought the mutt?" She grumbled. I expected Jake to say something back, but all he did was laugh.

"Lets get going shall we?" He replied with a look of irritation, repeating Demetri in a high pitched voice. I felt the annoyance coming off of him, and everyone else too.

"Look, mutt." Jane snapped. "We are superior to you. We are more powerful than you. So don't think you can mock us. Because we can, and will, end you."

I felt Jacobs anger flare, and prayed that he didn't do anything stupid.

I guess that was too much to ask for.

"Are you serious?" Jacob chuckled back darkly. "You? You're so small that I could crush you with a finger. And that would be without me phasing." He smirked.

Jane was furious. She looked around wildly, then cried out in complaint. "Damn it! Alec isn't here yet, he's busy... but I have a little gift of my own." She stepped towards Jacob, a sweet smile on her face. Jake stood up straighter and braced himself, but before he could crumple in pain, Carlisle fell to the ground in agony.

Jane was looking in Carlisle's direction, still smiling. She tilted her head a little, and Carlisle's back arched as he continued screaming. It was torture for both us and Carlisle, but what could we do? There was no Bella to shield us.

"Stop!" Emmett yelled. He marched forward to stand in front of his creator, thinking that it might cut off the attack, but of course it didn't. Jane continued to burn Carlisle's mind, and Felix and Demetri has began chuckling, obviously finding it amusing.

"Please!" Emmett bellowed in anguish.

"Okay Jane, that's enough." Demetri laughed, pretending to be taking all of this seriously. I was beyond pissed off. How much time was this wasting?

"Look, I want to see the brothers. Now." I confirmed in a strong voice. Jane now turned towards me and scoffed, which made Carlisle groan out in relief.

"Why did you do that to him?" Peter asked.

"To show that we are stronger than all of you." Jane said shortly, then turned on her heels and continued walking. Carlisle had regained to his feet, and weakly told us all that he was fine. We followed Jane hesitantly, and after a couple of minutes we arrived at a large door. Jane slipped inside, and I heard murmuring. I wish that I could speak to Peter alone, but I knew it wouldn't happen, not here. I looked at him meaningfully, and he nodded. We have known each other for a long time, he knew what I meant. If one of us were killed, the other would always look after Charlotte or Bella.

If we got her back.

Jane opened the large door silently, and gestured for me to enter the room. Peter followed my flanks, for Jane to hold a hand out.

"Just Whitlock." She told us all. I looked at the others, and they all had a look of desperation on their faces. Peter's was hard, but a little more relaxed than the others. Peter knew what I could do. Carlisle still looked weak, but shook my hand. Jacob felt like he could run away screaming, but he was holding himself in very well. And Emmett.. Emmett was smiling at me, always one to see the positives. If the Volturi want to kill me, they have to defeat me first.

I nodded at everyone once, then entered the huge room. Despite my hatred for this place, no one could deny that this room was beautiful. Every wall had a complicated pattern enscripted into the stone. It was very high and stood in a circular shape. Directly in front of the door were three large chairs, and in them, sat the brothers.

"Jasper!" Aro boomed in his cheery voice. "How lovely to see you again!"

"Hello Aro, Caius, Marcus." I greeted them in a low voice.

"Why, it was only six or so years since we last met! Only, you were with Alice then. I'm so sorry for your loss." His face was apologetic, but he only felt amusement. I felt the red hot rage build up inside me, but pushed it back down, thinking of Bella.

"Thank you." I managed to say convincingly. I have had a lot of practice saying things I don't really mean.

"So, young Jasper, what can we do for you?" He asked me, although we were old friends.

"I want to ask you about my wife." I replied strongly.

"Oh yes! I heard about you and our young Isabella." He cheered.

"Don't." I snapped shortly. "Don't say her name." Everyone in the room were taken aback, and all looked shocked at my rudeness.

"Oh, Jasper! We are not enemies." Aro said, pretending to be hurt.

"I want to know why you joined up with Maria. My creator?" If Aro looked shocked before, it's nothing on what he felt now. He obviously had no clue that I had figured it out, and one of his large advantages had now gone. "Yes, I know. I'm a smart man, I put all the pieces together eventually. But I don't understand how you could just kill Edward, Alice, and Rosalie. Your.. friends? Or so you said."

I had began walking slowly with my hands behind my back, in the most intimidating way I could. Aro looked so flabbergasted that it made me smile. How many vampires can say that they have shocked the leader of the Volturi?

"Why, Jasper, I do not understand how you could think.."

"Oh, please drop the innocent act." I interrupted Aro. His face fell, which was replaced with a look of hardness, of acceptance. He knew that he couldn't worm his way out of this one, he had to answer my questions. Or at least, try to. Carlisle is right. He will probably come up with some sort of lie.

"Fine. You are correct, Whitlock. Maria came to us a few years ago and told us that she wanted to collect you back." I hissed, which made him scoff. "She thought that since she changed you, you are hers. We were hesitant at first, but she then told us that if she got you back, you and her would join us."

This, of course, made me growl. "I would never join you."

"Yes, that is what I said to the female. But she was consistent. And we could have killed her off easily, but the advantages of you and her with us.. well, that was a risk I was happy to take. So I sent a few of my best to get you. But of course.. you were not there. So the other's who were there were just killed off, so they would not inform you of our plans. Edward, Alice, and Rosalie. Such a shame too.

Maria was furious, of course, so she started sending spy's. And then you and Isabella mated, and she panicked. What were we to do, she would yell. She would throw things, scream, kill people. And then she told us that she was going to go and take your little mate, to get you back."

By this point, I was furious. "Where is she?" I growled. Aro laughed harshly, making me angrier.

"Well, she is not here. So, unfortunately, we cannot help you. So you are going to get out of my city."

What? Just like that?

"You are seriously just going to let me go?" I scoffed.

"Yes. Because I have grown tired of Maria's little games." Aro turned away and started walking towards his brothers. Demetri and Felix were about to usher me out, but then, what was the point in this little trip?

"Wait! Where is she? Where is Bella?" I yelled, desperate.

Aro turned with a look of amusement. "Now, if I told you, it would just ruin the fun, wouldn't it?"

And with that, the large doors were shut on my face, leaving me with no information to go on.

The Next Day.

The word 'desperate' does not even cover how I feel right now. The feeling of seperation, of divide from my mate, was weakening me. Carlisle was fine now, as was everyone else. We had been running all night, just searching, hoping and praying to find something. Anything.

"Look, Jasper, maybe we should take a break." Carlisle said calmly. I turned to him with dark eyes, and stared at him. I found myself feeling hatred for this man.

"Take a break? How would you feel if it were Esme who were captured, probably tortured, beaten and taken completely away from you?" I spat. It was a low blow that made him wince, but I am way past caring.

I shot off alone, a new drive forcing me forwards until everything around me was even a blur to my focused, brilliant eyes.

Everything about Bella filled my mind, energizing the new force. Her smile, her scent, her eyes, her laugh. How beautiful she looked as she walked down the aisle. The look on her face as she saw the house for the first time. How happy she makes me, how she completes me.

I was so lost in Bella, that I almost missed the scent that made my insides curl.

Maria.

I have never, ever ran so fast in my whole existence, bolting though the green as I followed her scent. Through and through the tree's. I didn't want to yell for the others because that would alert Maria that I was close, if she hasn't already smelled me. Peter would pick us my scent anyway, along with hers.

As her overpowering, sickeningly sweet scent got stronger, I approached a small, dark wooden shack that was so old and worn out that it was falling apart. I shot inside like a bullet, to find my Bella staring at me.

With bright red eyes.