It's been a while, hasn't it?

I have actually had this chapter saved on my computer for a year but I didn't want to update until I had a few more. Unfortunately, story writing requires a lot of creativity and motivation and it seems that when I have one, I don't have the other.

I'm gonna start with this chapter and see where we go from there.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight

Carlisle's POV

"How is he?" Esme asked as soon as I walked into the family room where everybody else was.

"Can I see him?" Emmett questioned, nervously.

"Have you found out who did this to him?" Rosalie determined to hear an answer.

They were all obviously anxious and probably had more questions than they could let out but I was unsure if I could answer them all. Edward remained quiet; already understanding the situation but it didn't make it any easier for him. I knew that he was hearing out for Jasper's thoughts; I concluded that if Edward couldn't read Jasper's mind, he must be completely out but hopefully, he'll gain consciousness and when he does, Edward will be the first to know about it.

"There isn't a lot we can do for him at the moment. I managed to get blood into his system by using a feeding tube but he doesn't appear to be showing any signs of consciousness. I don't know when he'll wake up but I will make sure that he does. I still have no idea who is responsible for his disappearance but I will get to the bottom of this. I know that you are all worried about him but what's important is that he's here and in safe hands. Alice needs to be alone with him right now but I assure you that you will get to see him soon" I told them.

"So what now?" Edward asked, softly.

I figured that there was a possibility that we could get answers from Jasper if he wakes up. But if he doesn't, it would only give us another reason to track down this monster and find a way to get Jasper out of this coma like condition. I needed more time to think, to come up with ideas but unfortunately, I didn't know how long I had.

"We wait" I answered.

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A few hours went by went I felt the urge to check on Jasper. Alice hadn't moved from his side; holding his limp body against her chest, his hair falling into his eyes. Alice gave me a sad smile, understanding that I would want to see him.

"I'm gonna give him some more blood" I informed her as I showed her one of the bags I had put the deer blood in.

Alice sat up from the bed and pulled Jasper up against her chest, giving me easier access to him. I inserted a tube into him and attached it to the bag so that it would feed him without Jasper needing to move a muscle. How I wish he could make some sort of movement. It was just so upsetting to see how limp and helpless he was. Had he been awake, he would have felt so humiliated.

While the blood was working its way into Jasper's stomach, I used my hand to move his long hair out of his eyes. I guess it was stupid of me to think that there was a chance that they would be open. I miss looking into his bright golden eyes that reminded everybody how far he had come since his years in the South; how strong he had been to resist the smell of human blood.

I regret not acknowledging that enough. I should have praised him more; reminding him over and over again how proud I was of him for enduring such a diet, for tolerating this kind of life. It was always hardest for him and although I knew that, I never spent enough time with him to help him through it.

Maybe I hadn't worked hard enough on him. I wanted to believe that I did all I could but the truth was, Alice was the one who did most of the work. She brought him here, gave him a chance at a better life and he only endured it for her. He responded well to Alice whereas with me, he always held up his guard whenever I was nearby and for that reason, I gave him his space.

Perhaps that was the mistake.

I mean he did gradually accept that I wasn't going to hurt him and even learned to trust us with Alice but there were still things about him that haven't changed; things that I could have helped him with.

Maybe I should have used physical contact more often with him; squeeze his shoulder in support, slowly ease him into a hug to comfort him, a pat on the back to praise him. We had all avoided these things because of his flinching, wincing, growling, snapping and in the worst cases, pinning to the ground. I should have done this more often and showed him that not all touch is bad; had I of done this from the start, he probably wouldn't respond badly to this day.

"It feels so strange...Jazz being here" Alice mumbled as she looked down at Jasper. "I should be happy, you know, because he's finally back with us but...I'm not. I mean, mentally he isn't back and I want him to be. I need him to be. And I don't know what to do. I'm scared, Carlisle. I can't see his future and what it said on that note...somethings coming and I'm scared that Jasper isn't gonna live through it" Alice wispered with worry.

Despite vampires being unable to cry, I sure heard the sadness through her voice and I wanted, so badly, to make that go away. She had been upset for too long and even with Jasper here, I was still unable to make her feel any better. But as her father, I had to at least try.

"Alice, whatever is happening, whatever it is that's coming, we will face this. Jasper is family and we protect our family. I will not let anything happen to him" I assured her.

Her hand caressed Jasper's cheek with delicacy as she listened. She nodded but didn't seem convinced.

"I know but...there are just some things that we can't fix. Jasper is the love of my life and if he dies..." she paused, looking away.

And she didn't need to finish that sentence. We all knew that if we lost Jasper, we would lose Alice. True love is a powerful thing and if that is taken away from someone, it also takes their life. I couldn't stand the thought of Alice ending her existence; she didn't deserve this.

Depression had hit her the moment Jasper disappeared and the only reason she stuck around was because she refused to believe that Jasper was gone unless there was proof.

"He's not going to die" I whispered.

I wasn't just reassuring Alice, I was reassuring myself. It only takes the loss of one to destroy the whole family. It would start with Jasper, then Alice would fall behind him. Losing two of our beloved children would remind Esme of the son that had died in the passed. Depression would hit the remaining family like a virus; one difficult to overcome and there isn't a single vampire out there that would be able to replace Jasper or Alice.

It was horrible to think about the future like this. A once happy family torn apart by some mysterious vampire who had yet to show their face. I needed to be more positive. Positive thinking would actually get us somewhere.

I reached for Jasper's hand and gave it a tight squeeze, secretly praying that he would squeeze back. I knew he wouldn't but we needed hope.

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