Chapter 6

Bella's point of view

"Is he awake yet?" I asked Carlisle as I walked into Jasper's room at the hotel we were staying at. Rosalie and Emmett were sitting at the end of the bed while Edward stood leaning up against the wall, staring at his unconscious brother.

Esme was sitting on a small stool next to his head, slowly moving her tiny hand through his hair.

Carlisle looked up from Jasper and at me. "No, he's been in the same state since he arrived back."

"Is he going to be ok?" Rosalie asked looking away from Jasper and at Carlisle.

"It's hard to say honestly. I have never encountered a vampire going unconscious before in all my years of living. It's very strange, new to me."

Rosalie sighed and went back to staring at Jasper.

Esme winced as she knew that Carlisle didn't know exactly what was wrong with her son. The last thing she needed was to loose another child.

"How did you say this happened again Edward?" Carlisle asked crossing his arms.

Edward broke is stare and looked at Carlisle, pausing for a long second.

"I picked up the sense of another vampire from close by right about the same time as Jasper went, well incoherent. After a few moments of him staring at her, he mumbled something and then collapsed."

"Hm, another vampire you say?" He asked.

"Yes, that's what I stated." Edward said in almost a frustrated tone.

All of our eyes were locked on Carlisle waiting for an answer.

"Hm…I wonder…"

"Wonder what?!" Emmett shouted impatiently.

"I've only heard of a couple very rare cases of this but, it's not entirely impossible."

I was getting sick of waiting, and the no straight answer part.

"Centuries back, I was told stories of very rare vampires who had a certain special ability. Sort of like Edwards mind reading, or Jasper's ability to effect people's emotions."

"And that ability was…?" Emmett interrupted again.

Carlisle sighed. "I'm getting to that part son." He shifted slightly and crossed his arms again before speaking.

"There had only ever been 4 or 5 vampires to have ever been recorded to have this ability. The ability is to make other vampires have human traits."

"I don't understand." Rosalie said looking confused.

"He or she who held this ability would be able to make a vampire sleep, pass out, or cry for example. Things that we can't do as vampires."

"That doesn't sound all that dangerous." Emmett said rolling his eyes.

"I wasn't finished. When I mentioned human traits, that also included pain tolerance as well. The same pain tolerance that humans have."

Carlisle stepped away from Jaspers side and walked around the bed to get a better look at the rest of his family.

"It wasn't actually physical pain though, the vampires being effected by this spell only thought it was. It's all mentally. For example, if I had this certain ability and I used it to punch say, Emmett in the arm, Emmett would feel the amount of pain that a human would feel if a vampire was to punch them in the arm with full force."

My eyes winded a bit.

"Which you can imagine, would feel like all of your bones in your arm were to have shattered into millions of tiny little pieces, worse then that if that's even possible."

"I've never heard of that before." Rosalie said looking concerned.

"Like I said, it's rare. The Volturi have been searching, and trying to locate a vampire with this ability for centuries, upon centuries. But no luck. That is why I had said it was a long shot that this female vampire you all saw had this certain ability."

"But it does make sense!"I yelled standing up, getting more worried that Jasper still hadn't woken up.

"I mean, he went unconscious as soon as he started to stare at her! And as soon as he did, she was gone! Like she had never been standing there in the first place." I said trying to plead my case.

"Well, it is not entirely impossible. But I can't say this as a known fact unless I was to have encountered her myself." Carlisle said shaking his head, looking disappointed he couldn't tell us what was wrong with Jasper with no doubts.

I turned my attention to Edward to looked like his mind was somewhere else. I walked over to him and whispered in his ear so no one else could here, seeing that they all went back to looking at Jasper's lifeless body.

"Is everything ok? You looked distracted."

He looked at me for a moment, looking as if he was trying to cover something up that he didn't want me knowing. Then his eyes went back to that soothing, everything's fine look.

"Everything is perfect darling. Jasper as the exception. But I'm sure of it that he will be fine."

He kissed me on the cheek then pulled me over to a chair and sat me down on his knee.

"I love you." He said coolly into my ear, sending a shock of waves down my spine.

"I love you too." I said kissing his beautiful face again.

"Ughh…"

I snapped my head around quickly to see Jasper's head moving to the side, a deep moan escaping his lips.

"Jasper!" Esme shouted in her beautiful high voice, curling her arms around his head in a motherly way.

"Esme, I know your happy but you need to let him focus for a moment. Take in his surroundings." Carlisle said putting a hand on her shoulder, and signalling her to stand up."

She nodded and brushed her hand on Jasper's perfect pale face, and took a step away from the bed with a smile on her face, knowing her son was awake finally.

"Jasper are you feeling ok?" Carlisle said getting closer to him, and kneeling down next to his bed.

"I-I'm, so confused. What happened?"

Carlisle put a hand on Jasper's arm.

"You were unconscious for a couple of hours, your back at the hotel. Do you remember what happened before you blacked out?"

Jasper sat up slowly, brushing his hair out of his face before leaning back on the board frame of the bead. He looked confused, disoriented.

"I'm not sure. I remember being rushed out of the club, because the smell got to hard for me to handle. And then I remember walking, and then stopping because Edward said he smel-" He cut himself off, and looked horrified as he stared quickly down at the bed he was sitting on.

"And that's…all I remember."

I tilted my head slightly, looking at him curiously. Something didn't seem right.

"Are you sure?" Rosalie asked.

"Yes, I'm sure. That's the last thing I remember."