A/N: I am so sorry for not writing before now. Vacation was busy but amazing! Our cat is still missing but we are choosing to believe he is wandering the countryside having adventures like Bilbo Baggins. We also made the decision to adopt a new puppy 2 weeks ago and-we named him-JASPER! He's a little ball of energy and he loves to puppy bite. I suppose we aptly named him after all! So it has been busy around here and Peter and Bella were extremely silent. Apparently this is the longest change ever! We hear from Jasper and finally Bella in this chapter!

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot and original characters are the property of the author- Avetah. No copyright infringement is intended.

Remember, this story is rated M for a reason. If you aren't 18+, don't read. This story is also largely in AU, aside from where the story started on the cliff in La Push, this is my world, not the one you see in the movies/books.

P.S. Sorry for the mix up with posting this chapter, I was trying to fix two little words and it wouldn't let me unless I took it down and reposted.

JPOV

I made great time going north from Colorado and cut through Utah and Idaho, clipping Wyoming briefly before going into Montana. My mind was workin' a million miles a minute. I'd known that Edward and Alice were up to something but—and if I was right, and I think I am—they have a deal going with Aro. Just what was this deal and how was the entire Cullen family implicated in it? I always thought it was a little suspect that I met Alice and then we joined the Cullen clan. I never was one for a big coven. Even back in my war days, a lot of the time it was just Pete and I. I didn't mind it being just the two of us—well then three of us once Char came along.

Pete and Char fought like an old married couple and behaved like best friends. I find it hard to believe they weren't more. However with my gift, I never felt more than strong friendship from either side. When the day came to cull the herd, I was shocked when Pete grabbed her and ran. He knew it was a death sentence. But the hope and love that I felt from them radiate towards me that day had me turn a blind eye and let them go. Then the dumbasses had to come back to save me.

As shit as things are right now, I am and will be forever grateful that they came back for me. I love them both and it took me a long time to figure what love was.

Which is why I was devastated when Alice told me that I had to stay away from them. She said she had a vision that if I stayed with them, they would both be killed. She never gave further details but would bring it up often, especially in our early days.

So I distanced myself from them both over the years. The last time I talked to Pete was when we were taking Bella to Phoenix and even then it was a short conversation because Alice was right there. She was always there—the manipulative little shrew.

Once everything came to a head and I realized what a manipulative bitch she really was, it was easier to see just how she molded everything from the moment we met to be how she wanted it to be and used her "visions" as her weapon of choice.

I was so distracted with my thoughts that I almost didn't register the familiar scent. This scent had me stopping dead in my tracks. I whipped my head around in all directions looking for him. I tracked the scent a bit further into the trees and came across another familiar scent.

It was Bella.

What would she be doing out here? And with Pete? I was again stopped in my tracks at the sight of blood—a lot of blood spilled on the ground. I didn't need to taste it to know it was hers and it wasn't that old either. Maybe a day old.

None of this added up. Last I remember, Pete was in Texas. Why would he be near his Montana house? He hadn't been living in Texas long enough to warrant a move.

It didn't even register with me that I was moving—tracking their scent. It took me about 20 minutes before I came upon the familiar house. I heard no heartbeats inside but could smell them both. I didn't bother with knocking and went straight in.

I could hear him whispering words of comfort to her in such a way that made it seem they had known each other forever—in a way that a pair that had been lovers for a long time did. But that was impossible; we hadn't been away from Forks that long. I stopped in the doorway. He must be extremely distracted; he didn't stop the movement of his hand sweeping slowly up and down her body.

"Suga'—I'm so sorry, Suga'. It wasn't supposed to be this way."

The heartbreak I heard in his voice and the emotions he was throwing around the room almost brought me to my knees. I stepped away from the door frame.

"Captain."

I barely got his name out before I felt myself being shoved against the wall, teeth at my neck. Fuck that hurts. I've been bitten but never like that before.

"Pete!" I shouted louder. "It's Jasper!" My hands made it into his hair in a firm grip, trying to tug his teeth from my neck. The last thing we needed was him attempting to kill me. His head didn't budge.

"God, Pete. What happened?" I whispered—I knew he could hear me. I let out several unnecessary breaths, letting my scent wash over his face. It took a few moments but he finally pulled his head back before letting it fall into the crook of my neck. I moved my hands from his hair and wrapped my arms around him tightly.

"Jasper." He whispered and gently licked at the bite mark, at least it'd stop burning that way.

"Yes." I answered and my eyes found Bella's form lying bloodied on the bed. It was strange; I couldn't feel her emotions the way I'd used to be able. There were still flickers but they were muted. And I was mistaken before—about no heartbeats—hers was just so faint and thready it was hard to pick up.

"Pete, what happened?" I felt him stiffen in my arms before pulling away. It was then I noticed Bella's dried blood on his torn and tattered shirt. Without thinking, I reached up and ripped the rest of the fabric from his torso. He didn't need that reminder literally clinging to him. It was if he came back to himself and suddenly he was back, lying next to Bella and the stroking resumed.

Cautiously, I made my way towards the pair. My hand reached out towards Bella but I decided it'd be better not to touch her right now. Instead, my hand settled on Pete's shoulders. I gently rubbed, trying to offer what comfort I could. I tried sending waves of comfort and calm but in his state, he wouldn't accept them.

We sat like this for a long while. Then I felt it—a strong wave of pain—it stopped my hand in its track on Pete's back and I cried out.

Fuck.

"Pete, can I get closer to her? I want to try something."

Pete didn't hesitate in agreeing so I quickly went to the other side of the bed and sat. I tried to send a wave of calm her way but it was as though it bounced off a wall. My eyes snapped to Peter's before I reached down to place my hand over hers that was lying on her stomach. I closed my eyes and tried again.

Nothing.

"Bella." I started. "Bella, it's Jasper. Please let me help you." I begged and tried a third time. This time it helped calm her slightly. I got the idea that perhaps if I had more contact with her, it would work better so I laid down on her right side and immediately felt her pain in my body. It was on par with Jane's ability but I would gladly endure this for her and the pain she was experiencing waned.

So there we laid, Pete and I with Bella in the middle trying our best to help her through the next day.

BPOV

It's amazing how in one moment your entire life can change—or end—as in my case. The last thing I remember was humming along to the radio trying to ignore the feel of Peter's eyes on me before feeling like I was struck by a mac truck.

The freakiest part? I can't move anything. I have been laying here for what seems like an eternity trying to move. At first it was trying my entire leg but now even the slightest movement of a pinky toe would be welcomed. Am I dead? Is this what death feels like?

Whatever happened must have been bad. It felt like my blood was on fire. Everything was scorching and no amount of visualization helped. I felt as though I were drowning in a sea of flames. The only relief I felt is the touch of cold on my sides. It made the pain bearable.

I had often dreamt of going through the change when I was with Edward and wondered how it would really feel. I had gotten a taste when James bit me but that was nothing compared to the eternity this seemed to be taking.

However, the moment finally came and the pain completely stopped. I tried—as I had in the past—to wiggle my fingers but found them wound with another hand, one in each hand. I felt the hands squeeze back in return.

I took a tentative breath and my nostrils were filled with what felt like hundreds of scents but the woodsy, spicy scents peaked my senses. My eyes snapped open and I noticed the light filtering through the window and the microscopic pieces of dust floating in the air. I could see the precise details of the wood framing the door and the weave of the fabric of the curtains.

"Sugar." A deep voice said from my left and my head whipped that direction.

"Mine." The word fell from my mouth and I pounced.

A/N: If you are still here, reading, thank you! I am sorry again for the delay in updating. It shouldn't be like that again. I've found my groove again (I think!) And, ok, I started this out as a Bella/Peter pairing…however…what are our thoughts on Jasper? I can't decide how I want this to go. I think it's because I have plans to write a poly story of Peter/Bella/Jasper. Let me know what you think!