Alice didn't see it for the wolves were still something that shielded her from having visions of them or those around them.

All the warning she got was the wind bringing a familiar acidic scent with it merged with blood and dog stench.

She couldn't help it. The flower pot she had been holding for Esme slipped out of her grasp, causing it to smash on the staircase with a loud crash, ceramic landing all over the stairs.

-Alice?

Esme's voice didn't quite register as panic seized her chest. Because that scent shouldn't be merged with such scents. It shouldn't be able to be picked up at all. Wrong . Something was wrong.

-What is that smell?- Rosalie asked as she left the garage to stand at the porch with Alice. She gave her sister a long look and was mildly surprised to find fear in her eyes.

No.

Not fear.

Horror.

But Rosalie didn't got to ask anything for soon three of the mutts were emerging from the trees. Sam in his human form and Paul and Embry right behind him.

Embry's front paws were matted in some kind of dark substance which seemed to be the one to blame for the acidic stench. There was also blood matting the fur from Paul's back.

Alice felt her world come to a stop when she took on that. Blood . Her mate was nowhere to be seen.

Her instincts overtook her entire body, he was gone, he was gone, Jasper was gone.

And as her vision flashed red she lunged with a ferocious snarl.

But Emmett was faster and he was grabbing her before she had the chance to rip Sam's head off. Pulling her arms against her chest and keeping his grip tight.

-Alice!

Carlisle's surprised, shocked and disapproving voice went ignored as her rage threatened to consume her. Panic. Desperation. Rage. Pain. Because they had a deal.

They weren't suppose to hurt him .

-Where is he? What did you do to him?- Alice's voice was demanding and far from calm. Her world was crumbling down and her chest was being ripped open. Because his blood was there and he wasn't.

-He ran off.- Sam tried to not take it personal. He had to admit he never expected the little pixie to be able to wield such flame in her gaze, but to be fair she thought her mate had been killed. It was an understandable reaction.

-I don't understand. What is this about?- Bella's voice seemed to bring back Edward who seemed to have frozen in place.

-Jasper.

-Jasper?

-He tried to kill a human in our territory, he attacked us when we tried to stop him and while I did tried to be flexible he wouldn't stop. So we used harsher methods. He ran off while I was bringing him to you.- Sam explained flatly.

-Is that his blood?- Carlisle asked as his gaze fell upon Paul's front paws. He knew this scent. He had smelt it enough times in the past to know to what it belonged to.

And while part of him felt instinctual fear over that sole scent he couldn't help but also be concerned. Because if this blood was Jasper's...

-Yes. I didn't kill him but I needed him to stop. How the hell is it that he had blood?

-It's complicated. You said he ran off?- Carlisle asked feeling both confused and concerned.

-He couldn't have gone far, he was losing a lot of blood, if that even affects him.- Sam told. While he wanted to demand for answers the faces from the Cullens told him no one but the creep's mate had been aware of this.

Thus he decided to leave. He would demand answers later. Even if he didn't like the Cullens nor trusted them that didn't mean he didn't understand the feeling of knowing one of your own was missing and injured.

Alice for her side didn't even wait for Sam to leave completely before attempting to make a run for it, Carlisle grabbed her arm before she could make it past the staircase.

-Let me go! You can get all the answers you want after I find Jasper.

-After we find Jasper.- Carlisle corrected and he wasn't quite prepared to receive such distrustful look from his pixie of a daughter.

-You smelt it. That's his blood.

-Your point is?- Rosalie questioned as she walked past Alice.- He's a magnificent antisocial who can pass as the kind of creep one notices in the background of a picture but not while it was being taken. Still. That doesn't change the fact that he's put his neck on the line for us in the past. That weights more than anything else.

Even Emmett stared at Rosalie as if she had grown another head.

Yeah. Rosalie and Jasper's relationship was weird but their relationship was amazing compared to her and Edward's.

But none of them ever expected it would be good enough to get her talking like that about him.

-I have no idea what is happening but I'm going with Rosalie.- Bella stated as she climbed down the stairs. She didn't knew vampires could bleed and something told her that wasn't normal if the Cullen's reactions were something to go for.

Still.

Jasper was her brother and she wasn't about to sit and wait for him to bleed to death or whatever was it that happened to a vampire losing blood.

-Bella-

-Bella what Edward?- Bella cut off giving him a dangerous look.- I have no idea what is happening but I do know that Jasper is hurt and I won't stand here and do nothing about it.

-He's dangerous. He-

-He made sure Renesmee would be able to start a new life if we didn't manage to convince the Volturi. He trained you to fight Victoria. I don't care what you or anyone says I am going looking for him.- Bella snapped grabbing Rosalie and Alice's arms and proceeding to storm off dragging with her two stunned vampires.

-Carlisle-

-Bella's right. We can save the questions and issues for later. Jasper's part of this family and he has always made sure to help as much as he can, he needs our help now.

Edward didn't answer at that. Part of him knew Carlisle was right but another part of him found it world stopping. Jasper was way more dangerous than any of them ever gave him credit for.

Still.

Carlisle was right. Bella was right.

Jasper did make sure to help them have a contingency plan.

The least he could was give him the benefit of the doubt.

~~~~~~~~~

Jasper wasn't sure for how long he flew, all he knew is that at some point the agonizing task of flapping wings became too much of a hassle. The pain blared like the horns of the end of the world. His vision flashed. The blood wouldn't stop.

And then the clouds moved and the sun met his back sending such a searing heat right beneath his skin that the world explode into nothing but white and unforgiving pain.

He fell.

Dropping back onto the earth with no chance whatsoever of lessening the hit. He crashed among trees. Branches snapping and birds cawing as his bones cracked under the force of an unwanted and unctrolled shifting. Venom was lacking in his veins making the process even worse.

And as he landed on the ground he felt a ringing shoot up across his eardrums as his head hit a rock. It didn't crack his skull but it wasn't comfortable either.

He laid there shivering and gasping for air. Fingers curling into fists. Blistering heat making his back throb and his throat burn. Burn with such might he wondered if the sun had leaked its flames down his throat. Little spasms attacking him as the whiplashes of pain seemed endless.

It took him a while before he could even regain part of his senses and as he did so he tried to get up.

He failed.

Slumping back on the ground with a pitiful moan as his arms gave in.

His breathing was ragged as he tried and failed to get up. He had lost too much blood and with no venom to help him heal he was starting to feel the dizzines hit. He felt nauseous. Weak. And that damn ringing in his ears won't stop.

He wanted Alice. Alice with her comforting emotions and her angelical voice. She made the world feel less agonizing.

But she wasn't here.

And he could never go back to her.

He could feel himself changing. Could feel how the remaining venom inside him was coming to an end. He whimpered as he felt his bones move beneath his skin in an unwanted attempt to shapeshift. As he felt the fangs slipping out and his fingernails becoming nothing but monstrous claws. He swallowed past the acid in his mouth.

But that didn't stop him from gagging and using his last remaining ounce of strength to roll on the ground in time for hell to crawl up his throat. The contractions of his stomach and the pressure on his ribs almost ended him.

And as he finished he was left gasping and shaking.

Dropping back on the ground and almost failing at not face planting on his own vomit. He rolled back on his back and fought against his breathing. He could feel the sweat trickling down his temple.

Was this how he would die?

He didn't want to die. Alice would see it and become so sad. He didn't want her to be sad. He wanted her. He didn't care if the Cullens didn't want him. Alice wanted him.

Alice has always wanted him.

He wanted her.

But he couldn't have her because he ran like the coward he was. He didn't even stop to ponder what this would do to Alice.

All he had thought was to protect her.

But how could he be protecting her when he was the one causing her an unimaginable pain?

He wasn't sure how long he laid there but at some point dots began dancing in his vision. He choked in a pathetic sob. Tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

Knowing he would die alone wasn't a surprise. He had known it since the moment he first realized how the newborns saw him.

He wasn't a trainer. Not a Major. Not a soldier.

He was a monster.

"It doesn't matter how much you train a wild beast. In others people's eyes you are just a monster. Always will be."

Those had been Maria's last words when she visited him at Calgary. He had walked with her to make sure she left.

And those had been her words.

He hated how true those words were.

Because at the end he could never keep his instincts quiet. Under control.

He tried to kill Bella and provoked the Cullens into leaving her behind. She had been in pain. Edward almost died. Alice could have died. Bella.

Training them to fight Victoria... He had wanted to be as merciless as he had been with the newborns. Had wanted to rip the battlefield apart with his gift and slaughter down without caring who was friend or foe if that meant protecting Alice and himself.

He had wanted to rip the Volturi when Bree was killed. Such a small newborn with nothing but fear and confusion in her. Alone. With no one to protect her. She had reminded him of the smaller newborns he had trained.

And the fight against the wolves. He had wanted to end them for even daring to step into his territory. For daring to touch Alice.

Then the near fight with the Volturi. Having to let Alice approach Aro alone. It had made his blood burn like a river of lava.

He hated having to keep himself under control. Hated not being strong enough to do so.

The pain was subsiding now and taking advantage of it he willed himself up. Biting hard on the bottom of his lip to keep his knees from giving up on him as his own weight became too much to support right now. Raw pain flared up and even biting himself he couldn't keep the whimper from tearing out.

White flashed in his vision and his head throbbed with the force of a hammer slamming down upon his skull over and over again.

Still.

He forced himself to walk. Stumbling and having to use trees for support as he did so. He couldn't see his path for his vision had grown blurred and his senses weren't that good either.

Then he lost his footing as the ground disappeared under him and he fell.

And this time the hell that came with the landing was too much for his weakened state to handle.

He screamed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Cullens had spread out in search of their runaway member.

Jasper had always been a mystery to everyone.

The vampire who refused to step out under the sun and the one who held no natural scent whatsoever. He smelt like Alice. Had done so since he first arrived. Not the kind of smell that would be expected due both of them being mates. No.

He smelt like Alice as if it was his own. Intense. Too intense for it to be her scent rubbing off on him.

It was strange if not a bit off-putting.

He would also spend time locked in his room at random intervals. Wouldn't let people grab him either and the few times he had ever snapped at someone he had punched or kicked rather than bitten which was the natural response in a vampire when hostile. He would use sunglasses from time to time and he refused with a burning passion to take his shirt off whenever they went swimming or to even stay too long outside when the sun was out.

Now things made more sense.

He used Alice to hide his scent. Of course he wouldn't bite for that would do nothing at all. He wasn't poisonous enough for his bites to cause damage. And of course he would avoid the sun. It could kill him.

The scar Rosalie had once caught on Alice's torso now acquired a new meaning. It had been recent and while Alice had called it a love bite Rosalie had found it too unsettling. Bites burnt like hell. Who could call that a love bite?

But now it made sense.

His bites wouldn't burn and on top of it all.

That hadn't bee a love bite.

That had been him feeding off her venom.

And Rosalie wasn't sure how to feel about that.

Hell, she had read about black bloods and she knew the pros and cons of his kind. And while it pissed her that he had hidden that kind of thing from her she also understood the reason he would do so.

He was from the South. His creator was Maria.

And he was a black blood.

That meant he was The Major.

He.

Was The Major.

The fucking Major.

How the hell did he manage to hide it for so long? Of course it had made sense that he knew about newborns due his upbringing in the South but if he was The Major he knew more than he had let on.

He had trained newborns.

Over and over and over again.

The sea of scars now made more sense.

~~~~~~~~~

Esme had known that Jasper was different. She couldn't quite pin point what it was but she had always known that he was special.

She had seen it in the way he would lay his head on her lap and close his eyes, vampires would meditate which was the closest thing they could ever get to sleep, but something about the way he would lay there for hours had made her wonder if he could truly sleep.

Now she had her answer.

He had actually been sleeping.

Her baby had trusted her enough to sleep in her presence, seek her out.

And there had been one time where he had wanted to tell her something but at the end he had seemed to back down.

She wondered if this was what he had wanted to tell her.

God she could still remember the acidic scent clinging to the wolves. The black blood staining the wolf's paws.

Her baby's blood.

He was hurt and had run. He had run away.

What did that said about how he must view them?

She knew he still had troubles fitting in but she never expected he would go as far as to think it was a good idea to run off over coming back home.

And if he was losing so much blood...

She knew it.

She had read about them.

Black bloods needed venom to keep them functioning.

She wasn't an expert on the issue but if he was losing blood didn't that mean he was also losing venom? What if he couldn't heal? What if she lost him?

She couldn't lose him. God wasn't her family allowed some peace?

First she almost lost Edward. Then Alice left too. And then the Volturi were coming for them.

And now she could lose Jasper.

~~~~~~~~~

Emmett had known it. Or well. He hadn't known it.

But he had been suspicious.

People liked to see him as the idiot one but he could also see.

He wasn't stupid.

He would notice how Jasper would flinch at the light. How he would take longer than normal to react to his presence whenever he sneaked up on him at his and Alice's room and he was "meditating".

And there had been that time he had held him back from attacking Bella. As he dragged him outside he had tried to give Emmett a headbutt.

It had been a whiff but he had noticed it.

The acidic stain in his scent.

And then during their training when Emmett had slammed into him he had caught it. As someone who was used to wrestling he had been able to tell one thing that shouldn't have been possible.

He hadn't held back. He had gone against Jasper with his full strength. Something he had never done. Not against Edward and certainly not against Carlisle.

Jasper shouldn't have been able to take it. Shouldn't have held his ground with such ease. Trained or not Emmett took pride of his abnormal strength even for vampire standards.

Jasper shouldn't have been able to take that hit.

But he did.

In fact. Slamming into him had hurt quite a bit.

So he had been quite suspicious about what was Jasper hiding. He was stronger than he gave away and something about that had made Emmett curious.

Now he had the answer.

And it was the most wonderful and friggin' cool answer.

Black blood.

Those had been like, the real deal. Strong enough that only the worst of newborns could take them. Fast. With the power of hypnosis on their side. Flying. Shapeshifting.

His brother was the God Of War. The fucking God Of War.

How lit could that shit be?

He hoped he could convince him to fight him now.

Fight The Major.

But he needed to find him first. If Jasper thought he could run off he was horribly wrong.

Much less if he was leaving Alice behind.

Emmett wouldn't allow him to hurt Alice like that.