Chapter Fourteen

Jasper

The explosion hit me with an unparalleled force. I didn't even have time to recover before I saw the ceiling begin to crack and crumble above where Alice lay. I leapt forwards avoiding the falling dust and rubble, and sliding down beside my wife. She was unconscious – something I didn't even think was possible for vampires – and I began to tear at her chains. They were obviously weaker than mine had been, and once I'd pulled the damned things out of the ground, Alice started to come to.

"Jasper..." She croaked, but her golden eyes turned away from me. I followed her gaze, to Morgana. She was laying a few metres away, her body unmoving. She was turned away from me, but I saw her dagger, Iris, a few feet in front of her.

It was bone white.

"Morgana..." I began, but Alice grabbed my arm with surprising force,

"Jasper...the roof..."

I looked above Morgana, where a huge crack was getting wider by the moment. I surged forward as the ceiling collapsed, grabbing Morgana and covering her as best I could. The weight of the ceiling pressed on my back, but it wasn't too much, especially since my strength had been heightened by the blood. Her blood. Guilt powered through me, almost making me drop the weight of the stone. I rested my forehead on Morgana's, "I'm sorry, Morgana."

She didn't reply. Her eyes were just white. No colour. No life. No light.

As the dust settled, I heard more people enter the room, and was ready to protect what was left of my loves, but a familiar hand rested on my shoulder. I looked up into the eyes of Carlisle. His nose had a long crack across it, and when I looked at his other hand, it appeared that some of his fingers were chipped and damaged too. "Jasper, son. Let me see her."

I didn't want to move, and it took Emmett's brute force to lift me from her. Carlisle looked over her once, before scooping her into his arms. He said nothing. I only stopped to pick up her weapons, lying near her, as Carlisle sprinted from the room. A thin crack ran down Iris, and I saw it as more than just a fault.

I pursued the blonde vampire as he ran away from the warehouse. Neither of us stopped running until we reached our home. Carlisle took her straight to his office, where she'd spent the majority of her time when she was here, and lay her down on the bed, before darting around the room, grabbing tubes and pieces of equipment. Before he even touched her, he looked over his shoulder at me, "Jasper, I have to work with human blood."

Crushing agony pressed in on my heart. So, I couldn't even watch over her because I might hurt her again.

After all, it was me who put her here.

I gave a curt nod, and stepped out of the room. Self-loathing and rage boiled inside me; my every muscle and vein and atom screeching with anger. I had to get out of here. Now.

My family, whom I was faintly glad to see all back in one piece, didn't try to stop me. I was glad. I didn't want to ruin their miracle of a survival.

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