PAPER CUT

Part III.

The blood oozed from the cut on her finger almost sensually…calling my name…enticing me.

Jasper…Jasper…Jasper!

Instantly my throat was a searing inferno, the torturous fires of thirst roaring up and scorching my already agonized throat. The soft flesh behind my tongue felt like it was being peeled back with a dull blade, only to have a white hot branding iron shoved against the exposed, aching area.

Three words entered my mind as my irises darkened to black and I gave up the fight to abstain any longer.

I give up.

Fear passed in front of Bella's eyes as she looked up from the oozing bit of sliced flesh on her finger. The sound of a speeding heart echoed in my ears with a come-hither, trance-like quality. Her doe-like eyes looked up at Edward, and then followed his gaze to meet my own. Sheer horror shot through her as she realized she was in danger.

She wouldn't be for long. I would make it quick, almost painless…yes, I could get to her before her heart could beat another…

My legs took flight as my body spurred forward, the hunter enveloping my already empty mind. I moved forward like a strike of lightning towards my prey and her enticing blood. How could I possibly resist something that was calling to me that way? I couldn't. I wouldn't.

Flames danced against my throat as the helpful venom flooded my mouth, the sweet substance coating my teeth. Yes, it would only serve to aid me while I sank my teeth into her jugular, the venom numbing the area around it. She wouldn't even feel it; that's how skilled of a hunter I was.

Suddenly, a hand was stopping me. The sheer force of brute strength contained in that one measly hand both astounded me and sent me reeling back through the air. I fought to move forward even as I sailed backwards into something. Wooden splinters sailed through the still air as the scent of her blood still enticed me. The loud crash of the piano breaking into a million shards did nothing to break me of my blood lust.

I sprang at her again, only to be enveloped by steely arms that held fast and did not allow me to go forward. Vile hisses and grunts flew from my mouth as my teeth snapped in determination. I would have her. I would.

"Jazz, Jazz!"

The once voice that could break my thirsty haze interjected.

Alice?

"Jazz, it's just…blood," Alice said, suddenly clenching her teeth. Sheer panic rolled off of her as she realized that I was not the only one that was suddenly enticed by Bella Swan's blood.

Carlisle sent a blast of control and dominance through the room as darted to Bella's side. Something in the way his feelings seeped from his stony body as he place himself between the rest of us and the girl was almost…calming. He was in control. When so many of us weren't.

I doubled over in Emmett's arms as the rest of my family realized that the human girl was still bleeding just mere feet from us. A growl escaped my lips as I felt the rampant thirst of my family as they dragged me away from my feast.

"Get him outside!"

"Bella!"

I writhed and struggled against Emmett's arms as I fought to stay in the room with the scent of that blood. Her blood…it was sheer torture to resist it.

"Jasper, man, control it!" Emmett growled, his voice booming in my ears. Rosalie carefully avoided my snapping jaws as she placed a strong hand on the back of my neck to keep me from turning and biting Emmett.

"Jasper," she said through clenched teeth. I could feel her annoyance as Esme quickly opened the back door, her teeth clamped shut and her hand over her nose and mouth. Alice mimicked her action, rushing out side in front of us. My wife's worried eyes did nothing to help me now.

Fresh air, fresh air, fresh air….usually fresh air helped. Tonight, however, it did not. My throat still burned with the flames that had been ignited by Bella Swan's delicious blood. The delectable taste danced on my tongue as my acute senses worked overtime to create a flavor for the crimson liquid that I had only smelled. My quick mind was trying to give my tongue a preview of what her crimson blood would taste like on my lips, coating my throat. Even my body wanted me to have Bella swan.

Emmett's iron grasp still contained both of my own stony arms, but this did nothing to pacify me. I had beaten him in wrestling only a few weeks ago…if I could do it now…

Rosalie must have sensed my musings. "Get a hold of yourself," she growled in my face, just out of reach from my jaws.

"Wench!" I spat at her. Any resemblance of the husband...the officer…the brother…the friend…was gone. A bloodthirsty monster who spat cruel vulgarities as his own family had surfaced. He laughed in my face.

I struggled with rage in Emmett's grasp, and soon Esme appeared at his side to hold me tight against my waist.

I battled with myself as I envisioned kicking Esme in the gut, sending her careening backwards, and then I could probably twist around and bite Emmett…Rosalie would be no match for me…

Alice materialized from the thin air in front of me, her own black eyes staring into mine. She was thirsty too. But would I share Bella Swan's blood with my mate? Could even a drop of it be spared from my own personal feast? No, no, Alice would have to wait…the girls' blood would all be mine...

"Jazz," was all she said. Her words did nothing to pacify me. I growled, twisting in Emmett's arms.

"Come on, man!" Emmett said between clenched teeth. We both knew that I could stay here like this and struggle against him for days. It would all be worth it in the end too….

"Jasper," Alice repeated her voice full of fervor. My wide, black eyes looked straight past her into the house, where I could still hear blood dripping from the large gash on the Swan girl's arm.

It can't be wasted, it can't be wasted, it just can't!

Alice reached for me again, and this time I felt myself actually open and close my strong jaws and razor teeth, snapping at my wife. She stepped back, her own black eyes igniting with fiery terror that I rarely saw. Even after seeing that my own wife would present an obstacle in the battle for Bella Swan's blood, I did nothing but growl at her several times in warning.

Alice looked hurt for a moment, then the malice in her expression returned tenfold. She snapped her own teeth at me, growling as she darted from one position in front of me to another, demonstrating that she would be no easy challenge to defeat should I wrench myself from Emmett and Esme's arms. She rested in an attack crouch just outside of my reach, her black eyes glittering with the idea of the challenge. She would be no easy feat to get past.

"Jasper please," Esme wailed, her steely arms still securely around my waist. I snarled, dropping my head to hang in front of the ground.

"Control yourself," Rosalie snarled. Her white hand reached out and struck my cheek that was attached to my hanging head. "You growl at your own wife like an animal one more time and I'll teach you."

I glanced up at her, my body finally relaxing in Emmett's arms.

"He's not a dog, Rosalie," Alice finally said softly, straightening up from her attack crouch. "Stop yelling at him."

Why was it suddenly easier? I lifted my head, glancing up at the house through the trees. I realized we were in a clearing at the edge of the lawn, just beside the creek that ran through the back of our property. I took a shaky breath, realizing that the smell of the intoxicating nectar that was Bella's blood had lifted from the property.

"Carlisle is sewing her up right now," a voice said.

I turned in Emmett's arms, and Esme whimpered softly. I could practically feel our concerned matriarch's eyes darting from me to the owner of the new voice among us. Edward stood a few feet away, his own topaz eyes glaring at me with such emotion and hate that it practically struck me down where I stood.

How are your eyes that color? How are you not just writhing in pain and agony of what could have just happened like I am? How are you still standing there while that...that…aroma permeates the house? I thought to him. His expression stayed stony, and I knew that had been entirely the wrong question to ask.

"Her blood is more than a delicacy in my mind," Edward answered, his voice trembling as it fought to stifle a growl. "She is everything to me, and I have almost lost her once before. Her blood is no longer something I crave, dear brother," he spat. "It is what keeps her precious heart beating, and for that fact alone I no longer can crave it."

I dropped my head once again, wincing at the sheer magnitude of feelings emulating from my brother. Loathing, disgust, pity…

What had I almost done? The weight of my decision to attack the innocent, lovely human girl rested on my shoulders and I nearly drowned in the sorrow I felt for her. She must be terrified of me…and Edward…

I glanced up at my brother, instantly regretting it. His eyes held so much emotion in them that I could barely sort them all, even with my enhanced mind. They flowed off of him like water droplets in a waterfall; each one different, yet still wracked with anger and disbelief.

I dropped my head as I let his emotions crash into me like the little water droplets would as they joined the body of water at the end of the waterfall. One by one they crashed into me, sending me further and further into a cocoon of self loathing and disappointment. I replayed the scene again and again in my mind just to further punish myself with the thought of what I had almost done.

If I could throw myself off a cliff, I would.

And then he was gone, running effortlessly back up to the back of the house. We listened to him slip back inside to go console Bella.

"He'll forgive you," Esme tried to console me. "He just needs time-"

"Enough, Esme," I panted, shaking my blonde head of waves. I hated to snap at my loving mother, but now was not the time when I needed her soothing words and extra calm demeanor.

Why is no one else suffering from the Swan girl's blood? It's all gone to waste by now…

I shook my head furiously in a blur of self despair and hatred. Even as I came to my senses and realized what I had done, I was still reeling about the idea of the precious blood falling to the white carpet. I fought to regain control in Emmett's strong grasp, barely noticing anything else. Rosalie's disgusted, distasteful stare, Esme's wretched, condescending attempts at comfort, and worst of all the iron handcuffs of sort that my brother had on my arms. It was all useless now, and I fought to regain control over myself.

"He's gone to take her home now," Esme said softly to Emmett. Emmett nodded, still holding me down. Rosalie's face still looked like she had something sour on her tongue.

I panted and cursed in my mind, my body finally going slack against Emmett. "Do you got it, brother?" he said gruffly in my ear. His tone was consoling, but also warning. He and I both knew that if I did something I would regret, he would stop me.

I nodded curtly, my eyes still ashamed to meet those of any of my family around me. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched my wife stiffen and lose her focus as she searched the future for what I would do.

"He's okay. Just breathe, Jasper," she said her voice soft but firm. I nodded, trying my best to keep my temper in check as I was reminded of my still throbbing, scorched throat. It felt like the area on the inside of my neck had been set ablaze and then clawed at with a steel rake.

"Breathe, Jazz," I heard Alice say. I noticed she still kept her distance from me, and I felt my dead heart break.

"I am," I gasped, my voice breaking with emotion. Esme glanced at Rosalie and Emmett, and motioned for the two of them to follow her inside to leave us alone. The rest of my family disappeared soundlessly back up to the house, and I waited with Alice in the forest.

I could feel the wide variety of emotions as they fell off of her and were soaked into me. She was a little angry with me, that I could clearly see, but she wasn't as upset as I would have gathered. I did almost murder her best and only friend outside of our world.

Then it hit me; if I would have killed Bella Swan minutes ago, it would have probably (figuratively) killed Alice. I would have hurt Alice. I doubled over into a patch of ferns, grasping my knees as if I was going to fall. Alice materialized at my side, her soft hands grasping mine that were still gripping the backs of my legs as I tried to organize the flood of emotions coming from her.

"Jasper!" she trilled, gripping me strongly. I looked away from her pleading golden eyes, still ashamed that my eyes were the only black ones. I had taken note that everyone else's eyes had returned to normal as they regained control over their thirst. Was no one else suffering along with me? I felt more alone now than ever.

"I'm fine," I spat, more for my family's sake than hers. Alice glanced up at the house where we knew they were all listening, and then back at me. I met her eyes for the first time since the incident, and then glanced back down at the ground.

"Do you hate me Alice?" I groaned. I knew the answer to my question, but I still wanted to ask it so that she knew how I felt. I knew my Alice could never hate me; however, I could tell from her feelings at the moment that she was indeed concerned for me. Or was she concerned for Bella? For Edward?

She gave me a sad smile, her eyes flicking all around the woods. "What is it?"

"We need to hunt," she stated simply.

"You mean I need to hunt," I finished for her. Alice sighed, her golden eyes darting up to meet mine.

"You weren't the only one in pain, Jazz. I need to hunt too," she stated. She began to walk further into the green woods, and I followed her like a dog on a leash. Anything to win her back after the atrocity I had just barely not committed.

We walked in complete silence; both physically and verbally. Our two bodies ghosted through the forest at a slow pace, and I was grateful that Alice could sense I was in no hurry to return home. Home meant facing people…home meant regret, and pain, and sorrow.

I know that Alice could tell that the last place I wanted to be was home at the moment.

When we reached our favorite riverbed, I breathed in the biggest bunch of fresh air I could; the chilly night air soothed my parched throat, but only one thing would really satisfy me at the moment. A herd of elk were crossing about a mile up, and we could hear their beating hearts from all the way up the stream. Alice and I came here quite often, as the shallow, clear river was a popular gathering place for animals of all sorts. It was where we came most times when in need of a quick meal after a long, thirsty day of high school or something of that sort.

She nodded at me, silently urging me to take the lead and go claim my meal. I dashed off, relieved to hear her soft pitter patter steps as she gracefully leaped from rock to rock behind me as we flew up the river bank. I almost felt sorry for the herd that night as I snapped at least four necks in one graceful blur. I needed a quick meal, and I was in no mood to chase anything and prolong my suffering tonight.

I drank greedily and quickly, not wanting to feel the pain of thirst any longer. I would have walked the fires of my transformation for a month straight if it meant never having to feel thirsty ever again. It was an excruciating battle it was, the battle with the flames of thirst. It was one that I fought almost every day. One would think that as a former officer in the army I would be used to fighting and persevering to overcome an obstacle. A vampire's battle with thirst made the civil war look like afternoon tea on a hot day.

I drank and drank, each gulp of only slightly appealing animal blood coating my parched, delicate throat. It helped…barely.

Alice daintily drained a young doe, and I marveled at the sight of her holding the heavy carcass up to successfully drain it. Her kill was balanced lithely in her tiny white hands as she held it almost above her head to get the last drop out of it, and I was in awe of her. Even after decades together, it still amazed me to watch my wife do things like hold an elk above her head and see the future before it happened.

I had to do anything it took to make her forgive me.

When I had drained my kills, I felt almost relieved after the gorged feeling set in. I was no danger now, or at least for a day or two. My body was so full of the warm animal blood that I could feel it sloshing around in my stomach. I knew that it would take several hours to soak into my insides, warming and slightly sating me as it did so. I wouldn't have had room for the Swan girl's blood now even if she offered it to me herself.

You ignorant fool, the demon's voice in my throat cackled. You'd drink it even if you had just drained every rotten, stinking elk on the face of the earth. You'd suck every drop from her body just to have on ounce of the relief you know it would give you. It would be wonderful, delicious, and you would be complete…

I winced visibly as I tried to squelch the sound of the sound of the demon's voice in my throat. Try as I might to censor his demonic suggestions, they still ate at my very core. Urging me to be bad, do evil things, and kill innocent creatures. I had never doubted that the demon in my throat was from the hand of Satan himself, and tonight I was completely positive that he was. I fought him with every fiber of my being as I buried the remnants of my kill.

Stop it! Stifle, you evil monster! I practically growled in my mind. Anything to quiet the fiend that tried to justify my heinous acts.

When I had finished burying our kills, I stood, my eyes meeting Alice's. There was that sad smile again. I had seen it, many years before.

It had been in 1951. Alice and I had been together every single day for a little over two years, and she had been getting more and more regular visions of the Cullens, our family that we had yet to meet. I was still doubting her when she talked about our new 'family', regularly reminding her that vampires that lived together were referred to as 'covens'. Alice had dutifully but politely scoffed at the thought of calling the Cullens a coven; to her, they were already family. We knew that they were animal drinkers, and rarely slipped. In fact, according to Alice, they hadn't had a slip in almost a decade since the large, mammoth sized vampire named Emmett had met his blood singer.

"We cannot slip of we expect to live with this family," she had told me for months. I had only known her for a short time at that point, but I already lived every day for her sweet smiles and high, lovely voice saying my name.

That's why I will never forget the look she gave me that night, so many years ago, when I came home with the tell tale blood red irises of a vampire who had committed a traditional feeding. Or, murder, as it really was called. I had murdered someone – a father, a husband, a brother, a friend…all to sate my evil thirst and calm the monster that egged me on. The look in her eyes as she had sat me down and gently scolded me had to have been the most miserable thing I'd ever seen.

The thing about it was that she wasn't scolding me to make herself feel better; she was doing it to make me realize how much was at stake should I not commit to this life she had planned for us. The Cullens surely wouldn't take us if we still had accidents, and then we wouldn't be able to join their family. I learned that night that all along, all Alice wanted was for us to be a part of something so loving and whole that we couldn't even begin to understand – a family. She couldn't remember hers, and I wasn't much better with my blurry human memories that faded bit by bit each passing year.

"We need to do this if we hope to survive," she had said. When I argued that 'of course we would survive alone without a family, we were vampires!' she had merely scoffed at the idea.

"No Jasper…we need a family to live this life that we live. We can't do this alone and keep our sanity," she had argued with me. At first I thought my companion had just gone crazy; how would living with a coven of vampires possibly make anything better for the rest of eternity? All I could picture was struggling with my thirst paired with theirs, fights, jealousy, drama…I had no idea what I was in for, and I was scared to go and live with the Cullens. I, Jasper Whitlock, had been scared at the idea.

That was, until I met the Cullens.

Watching Alice interact with our new family gave her an entirely different kind of joy that I had never seen her have before. That alone made it worth it, but the rest of the family soon proved that they supported myself just as much as they did Alice.

The first time I had come back from a day at school with thirsty, blackened eyes, Esme had comforted me with her calm feelings of support and love that I had soaked up like a drowning man would air. When I needed to gorge myself on animal blood to be around humans, Emmett had jumped at the chance to take me hunting for days at a time, never complaining once that he was sick of hunting so often with me. When the inevitable case of boredom set in, Rosalie and Edward took turns teaching me things to pass the time, such as chess, piano, and foreign languages; all things that hadn't concerned me as a rouge nomad. And the first time I had come home after accidently murdering a human, Carlisle had embraced me, reassuring me that mistakes would happen along my journey to give up human blood. The entire family had gone without a grimace when they were forced to disappear and move because of my doing.

Family life had been so kind to me, and had brought me out of my shell that I called an existence. And this is what I had done to them.

I came back to the present, my quick mind snapping me back to the reality of the atrocious act I just barely been stopped from committing. Brushing the dirt off my hands, I looked over at Alice. She was standing on top a boulder about ten feet up, her timeless, golden eyes searching up the river bed.

"Aren't you full?" I asked, glancing up the body of water. I could tell she was searching for more prey that would be drinking up the river, but I wasn't sure why – I had drunk nearly four times what I normally did, and she had even indulged a bit more than usual as well.

"Yes, but you need to feed again," she stated, gracefully bouncing down from the large rock. She landed silently beside me on the rocky, moonlit bank, and I nodded solemnly. If she wanted me to feed more, then I would. I would do anything for this woman.

I followed a little behind her as we walked up the bank at a human's pace. I tried to read the feelings coming off of her, but she was making it hard as they were constantly moving and changing. She was silent and pensive, which was strange for Alice. Alice wore her dead heart on her sleeve, never censoring, never hiding her feelings. What Alice felt Alice said; and right now she was saying nothing. I was nervous.

We walked along, me trailing a little behind her like a puppy that had been smacked with a newspaper, when I really felt like I should be flogged by an angry village. She didn't' hate me; I could feel that much. Alice could never hate me, even though I felt sometimes like I deserved her hate. I didn't deserve her love and affection; me, the soulless monster that had almost murdered my own brother's innocent mate.

My mind took me back again to a time just after we had met the Cullens: we had just moved to the outside of Vancouver in the early fifties, just after leaving Washington for the first time. The Cullens had already been living there for quite some time when we found them, and the need to move was already upon them when Alice and I finally stumbled across them that year.

Like the fool that I was, I had fed on a homeless man during one of our few stops on the way to our new home. Esme, Rosalie and Carlisle hadn't fed in much too long, and being cooped up in the automobile with them for such a long time had taken its toll on me. I had murdered the human during one of the stops made to fill up the gas tank, and Alice hadn't' spoken to me for days after that. She told me later that she had been afraid; afraid that they would ask us to leave.

"You can't be with me and do that, Jasper," she had said firmly. "You just can't. "

Throughout all the decades of high school, dances, graduations, trips to the mall…throughout all of those torturous experiences those words had rung in my ears, her bell-like voice sending shivers down my spine. "You can't be with me and do that, Jasper…You just can't. "

I would have been happy to spend the rest of my life living holed up in the forest, or in the mountains, away from everything that caused me pain and suffering. I didn't want to kill, or be a monster, or feel my prey's horror as I ended their lives. But…I did it for her. Being around people, having a family, living an honest to goodness life – it was all for her. I just went along with it so that I would get to hold her hand and call her mine.

And now…now I had almost gone and ruined that. Again.

I watched her again as we walked, and realized that she was probably thinking those same words that haunted my very existence in her head. "You can't be with me and do that, Jasper…You just can't. "

Concentrating slightly, I tried to read what she was feeling. Determination. Frustration…anxiety. Oh dear, that was never a good one. Alice was rarely ever anxious about anything, which was why I survived so well with her as my mate.

She had me drain two more elk from the herd we had terrorized earlier; those two had been the escapees. Watching from her spot on a flattened boulder, I had consumed the two animals in less than five minutes under her approving gaze. I was like a child being watched by its mother to make sure I ate my vegetables. I felt a little bit…chaperoned, but I had earned it unfortunately. I buried my punishment on the bank of the river, and we began the run home.

"Edward will be home soon," Alice called over her shoulder to me as we ran. I couldn't have stopped faster if I wanted to. I had never felt more like a coward in my entire life.

"What is it?" she asked, flashing to my side. Her expression softened when she saw my worried eyes, and her hand found mine. "He'll forgive you," she said, her voice high and unfinished…she was leaving something out.

"But?" I prodded, raising my eyebrows expectantly.

"But nothing. Let's go," she insisted, pulling me forward.

I held my breath when I entered the house, unsure of what to expect. Esme must have aired out the living room for me. A quick glance at the white carpet confirmed that all traces of the fragrant blood had been scrubbed out. I would have to thank her later.

"Don't look," Alice chided me quietly, tugging on my hand again. Carlisle was the first to greet me, like the true patriarch that he was.

"I'm glad you came back son," he said firmly, placing a hard hand on my shoulder. I nodded, raising my still-glowing yellow eyes to meet his. I felt the feelings of relief and satisfaction rolling off of him before I even tried to sense them.

"What are you so satisfied?" I heard myself snap. "I almost committed an atrocity, Carlisle."

He nodded as Esme floated into the room, followed by Emmett. I assumed Rosalie was still somewhere in the house, pouting in the company of her 'I told you so's'.

"Yes, Jasper you almost did. But you didn't. That is what matters the most," he stated, glancing at Esme who was nodding in agreement. For once, the waves of love and utter devotion that were coming from her sickened me. How could she love me, the soulless monster that had nearly murdered Edward's mate before his very eyes?

"Please, Esme," I groaned, clenching my eyes closed for a moment. She understood my sharpness, and reeled herself in. I was grateful that my family had learned to control their emotions around me, or were at least able to control them better than most would in a time like now.

"Did you hunt?" Emmett asked bluntly. Alice nodded, and wove her arm around mine, gently pulling me towards the stairs. I gave her a questioning look, and she nodded.

"It will be a few minutes," she replied, and I followed her.

We went up to our bedroom, and I couldn't have been happier to see the solace that that one room provided. It was sleek, it was dark, and it was ours. Alice materialized on the mattress in front of me, sitting with her legs crossed. I curled into her like a cat, resting my head in her lap, my feet dangling off the edge of the bed. She ran her tiny hands through my honeyed locks, taking deep, unnecessary breaths that she knew would sooth me. Even though she didn't need to breathe, it was still very comforting to hear the sound of air moving through her still chest, blowing her scent all around me.

Testing her mood, I waited.

"Well?" I finally asked, staring at the white wall across from us.

She kept staring straight ahead, her eyes drooping as she continued, deep in thought. "I've said all I'm going to say," she replied.

"You didn't say anything," I pointed out.

"I didn't have to, did I?" she answered quickly, her voice low. She wouldn't look at me, and I didn't blame her.

We laid there for a few more minutes before her small body stiffened under me, and I looked up from her lap to see the familiar spaced out, hazy expression in her eyes.

"What is it?" I asked, reaching up to stroke her frozen cheek. She fell slack, her face drooping into my hand as she took a quick gasp for air. Outside, we could hear the faint approaching noise of Edward's footsteps. I sat up quickly, both dreading his return and to look at Alice.

"What'd you see babe?" I asked her. She glanced out at the window where Edward was approaching, and then at me.

"He…he decided…"

"Alice, what did he decide?"

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Well there you have it! Sorry this took me so long to add to…but I did a lot of planning and thinking about this before I did it. I also went back and watched the scene, as well as re-read that chapter in the book.

To clarify, at the end Alice has seen Edward's decision to leave Forks, and she has had a vision of them packing up and leaving their home. In my mind, he decides on his drive home from Bella's house that they should leave, so…Alice sees it. I tried to convey that although Alice wasn't happy with him for doing what he almost did, she doesn't hate him. I don't think Alice is capable of hate, but I also tried to show that she wasn't going to forgive him easily either. Everyone else isn't going to forgive him easily either…

So do you want to punch my Rosalie? *hee hee*

That said, I have decided to do a part IV. Jasper just had too much to say, and I didn't want to leave out his conversation with Edward about what has happened. I also wanted to show Alice's reaction to having to leave Bella without saying goodbye, packing up the house; Jasper watching Edward leave them…Jasper's journey isn't over yet.

So...coming soon...Part IV!

Please Review! I did add in suggestions that people left me in reviews for this portion, so if there is something you would like to see from Jasper's POV of the family leaving, please review!