A/N It's not my first Fanfic, but it is on So I'm a tiny bit confused on how things work around here. )

Chapter One –

Jasper's POV

I gazed at the plaster of the ceiling, allowing the pain to have me. It had been a week without her… I was in a dreadful state. I could barely say her name without being greeted with blistering pain. It never seemed to cease. I sighed- It seemed so lonely without her bounciness. Her smile could light up a room- in our case, a household. My hands clenched at the memory of the man whom had taken her away. A black-robed man- his hood being pulled up so far that I couldn't hope to spy his face.

The man had stalked towards our house, snarling for us to open the door. Around twenty others had followed him- presumably his accomplices. I remember him screaming for us to open our door and pledge allegiance. To a Dark Lord, he had said. Our response had been nothing more than a snarl to leave us in peace. He had wanted our power- wanted Vampires to serve his lord. Carlisle had kept us inside for three days- many of us where weak with hunger by now. It had been nearly two thirds of a month since our last hunting trip.

What worsened the encounter was when he had blown open our door by some hidden forced and staggered into our home. Alice was screaming for us to run- it had likely been from a recent Vision. The man made a snap decision… A snap decision that altered my life for the rest of eternity.

He had drawn a long stick from his robes. At first, I had scoffed at t5he thought of us possibly hurting us with such a mediocre weapon. It was purely ridiculous. I had thought it impossible.

I thought wrong.

An odd, bright blue mist had seeped from the tip, preceding to envelope my beloved. My family had stood, shell shocked, as Alice began to scream.

The screaming was not only frightened, it was pain filled; as if his ridiculously pathetic stick was causing her pain. However, the inevitability of her anguish in those cries was clear. Whatever our family could do; whatever I could do, it was all in vein. She could not be rescued from the torture that this man was putting her through.

In the next second, I launched towards the hooded man in rage, trying to rip his still-beating heart from his chest. I was determined that it would not be beating for much longer. One of his accomplices pulled one of the familiar sticks out at me, freezing me in the air. I floated, hanging in mid-air, my mind not accepting what was happening. The next thing I knew was being crashed against a wall, having been thrown 20 feet through the air by a stick. I was gasping for breath as I righted my self amongst the ruble of one of our walls.

My family gazed at Alice as she continued her screaming, and judging by their expressions, all five of them were rooted to the spot. The only sound was Alice's screams before Carlisle cried out.

"Please stop!" He yelled, and I could hear a note of unfamiliar hysteria lacing his voice. I gazed at him in surprise, and the four others behind Carlisle mimicked my expression. Alice's screams continued, seemingly shaking the air. She was gasping and dry sobbing through her screams, begging for mercy. Carlisle looked to the intruder helplessly. Finally, with an over exaggerated sigh, he allowed her to drop to the flour. Her screams stopped, but she continued to sob uncontrollably, whimpering.

"The Cruciatus Curse… Antonin is feeling particularly despicable today." One of the people behind the man murmured- a distinctly female voice.

"Silence, Bellatrix" the man at the front snarled, pulling his hood away from his face. Antonin stood over a gasping Alice, His long face was worked into a sick, vain smirk, Twisted though otherwise. It was obvious he had been in a brush with a dangerous chemical of some sorts that had distorted his face. The figures behind him assembled into a semi circle, closing off the doorway to the driveway.

"Will you join the Dark Lord in his quest for supreme power?" Antonin asked my family acidly, spitting besides Alice's huddled form. Alice curled into a tighter Ball, trying to keep herself away from the sick demon standing over her. Carlisle surveyed them, likely calculating chances of escape. He had begun to open his mouth to provide an answer, when Edward spoke up.

"We would rather die."

"Edwa-!" Carlisle began, trying to make up for his sons inexplicable outburst, but it was too late. Antonin cut him off.

"Very well." Antonin's face was hard, a mask of granite- not unlike the skin of the six vampires his cronies surrounded. Antonin was about to speak, when Alice spoke through her gasping. I angled myself towards her, intent on taking away all discomfort, but she shooed me away. She wanted to stay where she was.

"I love you, Jasper." She whispered, passion soaking her heavy words. Her eyelids fluttered imperceptibly, and I moved forwards again. She waved me away again.

Antonin's sharp words brought me back to the reality of the situation. We had just refused an offer from a very dangerous man, who had my wife at his feet. I gazed back at him, and his next sentence seemed to root me to the ground where I stood.

"Then let this visit deliver a warning to you, who are now considered enemies of the Dark Lord." And with that, he pointed his weapon at Alice, and screamed.

"AVADA KADAVRA!"

Alice, bellow him, cried out, and burst into flames.

She was ash within seconds.

A/N

Review Luffies! Here is some background on Antonin Dolohov. (All of this information is taken from Wikipedia)

Antonin Dolohov was one of the five Death Eaters who murdered Gideon and Fabian Prewett, who were Molly Weasly's, brothers. He also tortured many Muggles and opponents of Voldemort during the first war. Dolohov was caught shortly after Igor Karkaroff who named him during his own trial. He was sent to Azkaban, but escaped during the mass breakout of January 1996 He fought in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries and is currently in Azkaban prison. Because of his name, which is of Slavic origin, he could possibly be a graduate of Durmstrang which might explain his excellency in the dark arts since these are taught at Durmstrang.

Dolohov is described as having a long, pale, twisted face, which Harry recognises from the report on the escaped Death Eaters in Order of the Phoenix

During the battle, he proved that he was one of the most dangerous Death Eaters. He single-handedly defeated Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Necille Longbottom at one time. He later got caught in the battle and was sent to Azkaban.

Dolohov is a character from the War and Peace novel by Leo Tolstoy Dolohov from War and Peace is brave but rude, cruel and violent towards most people, but at the same time very loving and caring towards his mother and sisters. Antonin is typically a Central and Eastern European name