I wrote this section in first person, because that's how I feel Jasper should be expressed. Then it switches back to my normal writing style. Enjoy!

When you have a true lover, you love them so much, it just feels natural when you see them as a vision. Now it isn't unusual for vampires. I saw Alice distantly, and right then I knew they needed help.

"Esme," I whispered.

"Jasper, what's wrong?" Esme asked, alarmed.

"It's Alice…and Carlisle…all of them. They need help. Let's go!" I started off, then stopped. "And bring Charlie a change of clothes." And I was gone.

I tore down the dark streets, faster than I've ever gone before. I knew that battle was going to turn ugly, and no one had to tell me that us vampires couldn't totally give in to our senses. Those were helpless children, and they didn't deserve what Charlie got.

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"Right THERE!" Paton exclaimed, and Emma set them down a good ways from the scene. There was a soft clopping behind them, and there was the Red Knight and the Flames. Emma was suddenly a girl again, and she kneeled down to pet the Flames. The Paton stoked them.

"Thank you, Flames. You're help would be appreciated in this battle," Paton told them. They purred, and got ready to pounce. He turned to Julia.

"Julia, you must stay here," Paton told his wife gently, stroking her cheek.

"I can't, I won't." Julia stamped her foot.

"You will. I am sorry to say my dear, you only have the gift to read minds, and you cannot help us with this battle," Paton told her sadly.

"I will help you. I shall fly with Emma, and look what I stole from the hospital." Julia opened her purse to reveal dozens of needles. Paton was appalled.

"What the…" he struggled.

"I'll throw them at the children, and instead of fighting, they'll sleep, double doses of drugs."

"Someone could bring them back, though," Paton pointed out. Julia shook her head. "It's the best chance I have…Mr. Torrson!"

Paton had hardly noticed the wind picking up, and behind them was the stormy Mr. Torrson.

"I hear a battle is going on, Ms. Yewbeam, and I believe I shall be of help."

"We need all the help we can get," Emma muttered.

"They bewitched my son, and I won't have it!" he thundered. With a battle cry, he joined the Cullen family.

"That's our cue," Paton said determinedly.

"Paton, wait! There's only so many light bulbs you can break!" Julia cried.

"I know that. I'll only make them unconscious, I won't kill the children, my dear. I wonder if vampires are immune to electrocution…" Paton said thoughtfully as he stepped into the scene. Julia remembered when Paton had told her that he had electrocuted Yolanda. She shuddered as the Red Knight galloped past and the Flames transformed into leopards, growling into the street. Julia turned to Emma.

"We'll be their backup, shall we?"

"Of course, Auntie."

"Uncle Paton!" Charlie cried as he stepped into the street, and as the Red Knight followed with his leopards.

"Those Flames can do miracles, Charlie," Paton winked, before facing Amari, who held an unconscious Olivia. Olivia stirred, and when she opened her eyes, she screamed, because she was trapped in Amari's carefully planned gaze. After a moment, Amari set her on the ground and Olivia held an evil grin.

"NO!" Charlie snarled, pouncing.

"Wait, Charlie!" Paton cried, tugging his arm. Charlie turned to snap at Uncle Paton, who jumped. Charlie regained himself in an apologetic face.

"Charlie, look at Olivia. She winked. Bella has saved her, with her shield," Paton said. Indeed Olivia was the best actress, she smiled, and then of course Bella was smiling to herself. Amari didn't notice, but he was frustrated.

"Foolish Bella, thinking you can block me from your mind!" But as much as Amari tried, he couldn't do it.

Charlie glanced at his side. They had Carlisle, Edward, Alice, Bella, Mr. Torrson, Paton, the Red Knight, and the Flames. Charlie glimpsed the image of a beautiful woman, who must be Esme, and then Renesme and Jasper. He did not feel much safer, despite being invincible.

"It'll be alright, Charlie," Paton reassured, lying through his teeth. Julia only had so many needles. Emma could only fly for so long. They needed more help, but it could not come.

Through the streets, low snarls were ripping and all of a sudden, Tancred charged, followed by Dagbert and Lysander. Charlie gulped uneasily. They were the most powerful, and they were going straight for him.

The Cullen's went into battle, trying not to kill or fatally wound any of the children. Charlie would have preferred they do something to the drowner, for water was sweeping through the streets and sweeping everyone away. Paton yelped and fell, sliding…

"Hold on!" Charlie shouted, grabbing Paton's hand and throwing Paton onto his back. He weighed almost nothing, and Paton was reminded of how Alice carried him.

"Charlie!" Olivia cried, coming down the current of the river that was getting stronger. Suddenly Charlie remembered. He was the most powerful here.

Charlie concentrated, and suddenly the streets were dry again. Dagbert was furious, so every now and then only trickles of water could be seen.

Charlie ran through the streets with Uncle Paton on his back. First he grabbed Gabriel and looked into his eyes as Gabriel returned the steely stare. After a moment Gabriel fell, and was himself again.

"I…wait…Charlie, what happened?" Gabriel asked, scared at Charlie's new appearance.

"Nothing we can't handle. Gabriel, go home," Uncle Paton commanded, slipping off of Charlie onto the street. Charlie looked for streetlights and dismally realized he and Uncle Paton had shattered them all without realizing it.

"Uncle Paton, you're entirely vulnerable! Just go!" Charlie cried.

"Not yet," Paton argued. "I have more tricks up my sleeve than you think, Charlie."

Paton stepped out into the middle of the street and closed his eyes, focusing all his attention to the streetlamps. After a moment, there was a buzzing sound, and then…

BANG!

The streetlamps let out electricity. Not a lot, but enough that if directed, it could knock someone out.

First he aimed for Manfred, and then Mr. Bloor. Then he aimed for Dagbert and Dorcas Loom, and high above he saw a huge bird carrying a woman holding a purse, throwing down needles, as it hit many of the endowed. They stumbled and as they pulled it out, they sank to the ground, fast asleep.

Amari looked around him, blazingly mad. Then he smiled crookedly, summoning all the needles she had thrown. First he aimed two up at the skies, and threw them. The bird and woman both screamed, before falling to the ground, mangled and broken in the street.

"NO!" Paton roared, before a powerful exert of electricity was aimed at Amari. Amari grinned as the electricity engulfed him, before laughing and waving it off. Aiming, he shot one at Paton. He winced before pulling it out, staggering before the tall man finally fell.

"Uncle Paton…" Charlie breathed.

Charlie didn't know what to do with himself. He circled round and round and round, unsure of everything, before his fury welled up inside him, overflowing and brimming and boiling until he launched at Amari, ripping him before screaming, "FIRE, START A FIRE NOW!!!!"

Amari screamed helplessly as Charlie boldly ripped Amari. Needles from Amari's hands flew everywhere…into Mr. Torrson, and even into Leo. One narrowly avoided Renesme. The needles bounced off the Cullen's.

Then as a final act, Amari thrust one into Charlie's chest, which brimmed with what had been left of Charlie's human blood, which kept his eyes red.

As the Cullen's carried the screaming Amari into the fire, Charlie stumbled before shrieking, the burning pain returning! Charlie felt helpless as he withered, wondering what on Earth could be happening. The Flames growled and paced around Charlie, while Olivia held on to him. Charlie remembered only one last thing before the blackness engulfed him.

"Hold on Charlie," Olivia whispered. "Hold on."

Charlie woke with a start. He was in a bedroom…his bedroom at Number Nine. He shook his head, dazed. That was the weirdest dream ever. What was even stranger, Claerwen hadn't been in it with him. But it was all so vivid. So real. He stared at the glowing white moth beside him and began to stroke it.

He heard low voices downstairs, then jumped as one voice yelped and another screamed and ran up the stairs. The yelp he knew had come from Uncle Paton, and he tried to get up to shut the light off…he swayed dizzily and lay back down, bracing for the explosion.

The light bulb shattered as the door was thrust open. Uncle Paton burst in with Olivia by his side.

"Olivia! What are you doing here?!" Charlie yelped.

"You're short again, and you're voice and you're…you're normal again, Charlie!" Olivia said, her voice cracking as she burst into tears, hugging Charlie.

"You mean that wasn't a dream?" Charlie asked. He felt a sharp pain at the back of his head. "Ow!"

"You deserve it." Olivia said, her voice wobbly as she pulled her hand away. "You can be so unobservant, Charlie."

"Ow…okay…Uncle Paton? Are you all right then?"

"Yes, I'm fine Charlie…what about you?" Paton asked, concerned.

"I feel like I just got smacked in the head," Charlie muttered, rubbing his head.

"Charlie," Paton said severely as Olivia giggled.

"Like I just got over the flu. Dizzy and tired," Charlie yawned. The his eyes widened. "How did I become human again? Where are the Cullen family?"

Paton smiled sadly. "I don't know Charlie. Something in those drugs…they took a toll on Julia and Emma. They're allergic to it, hardly waking up."

"And the Cullen family?"

"Gone, Charlie. They left. Their business is done here, and the only reason we knew you were awake was because Alice told us what time you'd wake up."

Charlie gulped and closed his eyes. Then he opened them. "They didn't even say good-bye," Charlie said quietly.

"I have a feeling they'll keep in touch," Olivia said confidently.

"That's good. Where's mom and dad?" Charlie yawned.

"Home. They have no idea." Paton grinned.

"Tell them!" Charlie demanded.

"I will." Paton promised. "Olivia, we should let Charlie sleep."

"Okay. Bye Charlie!" Olivia kissed him on the cheek before skipping out of the room. Charlie sat, dazed, before Uncle Paton chuckled and began to leave. He turned back. "I'll clean the glass up later. Olivia is really something, huh?" The door clicked shut.

Charlie smiled to himself, thinking of everything that went on. Everything was better now, and everything was going to turn out okay. He didn't know that Alec was fuming because his great-great-great-great-great nephew was dead. He didn't know the Volturi were planning to attack again. As Charlie drifted to sleep, Olivia in his thoughts, he murmured, "Really something."