A/N Sorry it's been so long y'all. But I broke my wrist a while back and I just got the cast off. And then to top it off, my computer crashed from a virus on Facebook. So here is the next chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter 5. Warehouse 7.

As I neared the clearing I could already smell the multiple vampires that had already been through here. Fuck. It could take days to round up all these fuckers. And who knows just how far they went. They could be anywhere by now. And we really don't want the Volturi on our asses. Unless you have a death wish that is. This week just keeps getting worse and worse.

I stepped out into the clearing and gapped at what I saw. It was much worse than I expected. There was nothing left. Nothing. Oi. The windows were busted out, bricks thrown everywhere, glass shattered, and the doors off the hinges. I didn't even want to do inside.

But I did.

Because I had to.

For If I didn't have to, I would be anywhere but here.

Possibly Lounging by the pool, or … anything but this.

But, I'm here.

Helping a bitch, for only the Lord knows why.

So, I am here. Getting ready to face the wrath of a crazy motherfucker who will somehow switch the blame on me.

I'm walking in.

I hate this.

But I must do it.

The inside is worse than the out.

It doesn't even resemble a building.

I walk down the stairs.

I'm nervous.

I shouldn't be.

But I am.

But I shouldn't.

I'm Izzy fucking Hanson for fuck sakes.

I don't do this shit.

So I don't.

I suck it up, because I'm not week. I am the strongest vampire in the south.

So I continue walking down the stairs.

I'm ready. Or so I say.

There's barely nothing, left to the stairs, nothing. Not that I'm surprised. So I just skip the rest and jump. Like it could hurt me. Ha. I continue through the tunnels until I reach the storage room where we keep all the newborns.

I turn the corner.

I feel anxious, even though I shouldn't.

I hate this.

There is no door.

There is no longer even a wall.

The whole place is completely destroyed.

It doesn't even resemble a room.

Not even close.

I hate this.

I see Maria and Mickey.

They are arguing.

They see me come in. They glare at me, like its my fault.

Like I did something.

I hate this.

They start yelling at me.

But I don't listen.

I don't want to listen.

But I must.

I wish I didn't though.

I I do.

I start to listen..

Oh, how I hate this.

"-get this fixed. Are you even listening to me?" I onlt hear the end of her rant. I don't really want to hear the beginning.

I shake my head.

Bad move.

A slap in the face, but more like a punch.

Always good.

She starts talking again.

And even though I don't want to, I listen.

"You are responsible for this mess. You will fix it, clean it up and pay for it. This is your fucking fault. You didn't listen to me and this is why it happened. You are responsible for finding the newborns, gathering them, and destroying those who haven't listened. This is your fault and you will get this fixed. Understood?"

Damn.

What a long speech.

I want to ask how this is my fault.

I want to ask why I'm responsible for this.

I want to ask why I'm put in charge, and not anyone else.

But I don't.

Because I can't.

So I just nod.

I tell her I understand.

I tell her I will take care of it.

And I tell her I will get this done.

"Oh, and Isabella," she says sneering my name, "I want this done in less than seven days, or I will destroy you. Seven days is plenty, don't you think Mickey?" He just nods. "Seven days, Isabella, I will see you in seven days."

Shit.

Fuck.

SEVEN DAYS?

Dammit.

"Oh, and one more thing," I cringe at not only her shrill voice, but also knowing this can't be good. "I have enlisted help for you. To make you job a little easier," At first I thought wow, help. Now I know it's to good to be true. She would never make anything easier on anyone. Especially Me. "I have reqested the help of the gold eyed one's for you, and they have agreed. Have a good day now and have fun. Be safe." She says the end in an overly sickly sweet voice.

Wait Gold eyed one's?

No.

She wouldn't.

She would.

I hate this.

I hate her.

Bitch.

Jasper POV

I continued pacing the floor of the room, fed up with this.

"Jazz, man, calm down. Your projecting."

I looked over at where the voice came from and saw, Emmett had I piece of door frame in his hand. I looked over at Rose and her hands were digging into the desk she sat on, leaving indentations.

"Sorry." I mumbled, almost to low for vampire ears. I tried to reign n my emotions and I guess it worked, because I visibly saw them relax.

"Jasper please calm down. We can help. We can go. Just let us." Rose said in a quiet voice.

"Yeah, Jazz, I agree with Rosie, let us help. I wanna whip some vampire asses." Emmett added.

"No," I roared at them, "NO. I will not put what is left of my family in any more danger. I refuse to."

"But Jasper, We can help. We want to. We aren't scarred of Maria. We are scarred that you might get hurt." Rose said, with her hand resting on my shoulder.

"Yeah man, we don't want to lose you. Were a family together. We can handle Maria, together. But not alone. We can't do it alone." Emmett was rarely serious, but when he was it was moving.

But that wasn't the problem.

Not even close.

It was Bella.

If she could bring out so much pain in just pulling out memories, who knows what she else she could do.

And we had barely said a word to her.

But maybe that was enough.

I didn't blame her for hurting me.

I deserved It.

But I didn't want her hurting Emmett and Rose.

I couldn't bare it. They were the only things I had left.

So, no my fear wasn't what Maria could do to them.

It was what Bella could do to them.

"Guys, you don't understand." I said with a sigh. "This isn't about Maria. This is about Bella. If she—" I was cut off my a punch in the jaw.

"That's Bullshit Man! Bella Would never hurt us. She loves us! We love Her. She Was My baby Sister! She would never hurt Us! NEVER!" Emmett was mad, livid even. Yet I could still see the sorrow in his eyes. The denial, and the fact that he didn't want to believe his once little sister was now a killing machine, and would try to kill us in less than a heartbeat.

"Emmett." Rosalie's caring yet firm voice filled the air, and it stopped him dead in his tracks. It always did.

"Emmett don't you see. Bella wants to kill us. She hates us. Loathes us even. Because we left her. We didn't try to support her and help her through it. No one tried to stop her as she left. Not even Esme, her 'mother', not even Carlisle, her 'father'. Not even her Best friend. No one tried to help her. And even thought she was she one who walked out the door, no one cared enough to try to stop her. It was just like when we left her before, but only in a way, worse. So because of this she wants to kill us, and I have no doubt she would do it without remorse." Wow, nicely said Rose.

Emmett dropped to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, with tears that would never form. Rose got down next to him and rubbed his back.

She didn't tell him I was okay.

Because it wasn't .

It may never be 'okay' again.

I just stood there, mouth slightly open, like an idiot. I absorbed what she said. And it was true. None of us ever tried to stop Bella, or even say good bye. We did nothing. And I had never thought much about it before, but now that I did, I was wracked with overcoming guilt. It was just as bad as after I tried to kill her.

After several minutes we all calmed down enough to talk, and before I could start, Rose beat me to the punch.

She stood up gracefully, and walked towards me, like I was her prey, radiating nothing but confidence. She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled my face level with hers. "Now you listen here Jasper Whitlock. We are coming with you. Whether you like it or not. We are coming. We are going to help you. We will face Maria together. We will face these newborns together. And we will face Bella together, as a whole, as a family. Now give us the damn details of that phone call."

There was no room to argue with Rose. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't.

So I told them about the phone call with Maria.

******Flashback******

I picked up my phone as it wrong. Since it read private, I wondered who it could be, even though I had an idea.

"Hello?" I answered with much more confidence in my voice than I felt.

"Ah, Mi amore. Even though I just saw you, it was such a hasty departure, it felt un-right." Maria.

"What the fuck do you want Maria?" I practically growled. Oh wait, sorry, scratch that. It was a growl.

"Now, now Jazzie-poo, is that anyway to talk to you sire, your creator, your master?"

"You mean nothing to me. Now I will ask again before I hang up, what the fuckdo you want?" This was getting so shittin' annoying.

"I ask you a favor, is putting it nicely. But you and me both know you have no choice, but to agree." She was playing with me. I fucking hated it.

"Just tell me what you want dammit." I was getting impatient and was about five seconds away from hanging up on her.

"Patience, my dear, patience. I am getting there. I have a mission for you. As you know the 500 or so newborns in warehouse seven are on the loose." No I didn't know. Fuck. Wait…500? Was the bitch that crazy to keep that many newborns in one location? I guess so.

"Now, I need you to help my precious Isabella to catch all these newborns. You are to do as I say with no question or I will make you watch as I kill you precious family. Now I want you to meet dear Isabella outside the bar that you met. You will arrive at five am sharp tomorrow morning. No later, no sooner. You have seven days to gather them up, or you will watch as I kill you family and Isabella. I will see you in five days Jasper."

I was about to ask another question when the line cut off.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Just Fucking Perfect.

******Flashback******

I looked at the faces off my companions but they were blank sheets.

I tested their emotions, completely overpowering rage.

At first I thought I was projecting like before, but I soon realized I wasn't. This rage was all them.

I wanted to destroy something right now, but we were in a hotel room, and it would be hard to explain how we managed to knock down a wall.

So I just stood there, soaking in the anger.

I couldn't believe this was happening.

I just wish this nightmare was over.

But I knew this was only the beginning.

And somehow I knew not only was this the beginning, this was the beginning of the end.

So what do you guys think? This was over 2000 words and 8 pages. Dang. Do you guys like the way I did some of Bella's point of view? Please tell me what you think.

Things are getting heated up! I cant wait to see what else I write! Lol!

I have a lot on my plate right now, but I will try to update as soon as possible.

Until next time, Thank-You for reading, Amber.