Jasper laid in his small bed staring at the ceiling trying to count the poppy material to distract his mind from the imposing school day ahead of him. He'd much rather be home with his mother smuggling drugs, killing, and fucking. Forks had become an environment that left him on his toes watching his back-he had to pretend he had humanity left in him and he had very little-if any. He wanted to go home; he was feeling destructive and agitated with the whole situation. Fucking Maria had left him in unknown territory-a place without pain tragedy and misery. What was a world of happiness and love? Jasper was unsure and what bothered him most of all was he didn't belong.

The sun was rising like an annoying bug on a wind shield as Jasper laid restlessly in bed. He hated sleeping alone. He hated it. Jasper hated sleeping more than he did the scars all over his body. The loneliness was time, time for Jasper's soul to naw away his flesh and bones. Time was repentance, guilt and shame. Jasper hated time because he had no soul, no moments of his life of beauty. Only pain torture and death. Why would he need time? Time to repent? He'd live an eternity. Time to face his demons? The line would wrap around all the galaxies in the universe. Time to heal? There wasn't a medicine powerful enough to lift the 43-ton burden off his chest. His heart had been crushed the moment he was born.

Jasper was dead the moment he was given life.

Jasper lifted his body from the bed and sat on the edge. His shaggy hair falling over his eyes as he faced the window. The orange and yellow sun emerged spewing rays of light across his form. His face downward cast in darkness. Without his knowledge Bella sat in the tree third from the most visible one facing his window watching. Her family had exploded that day. Edward had begged and pleaded to be allowed this once to test out his old diet. To murder Jasper, to remove the devil from the earth just this once with Carlisle's permission. Jasper, he'd sworn to the family was a monster, a monstrosity of humanity-soulless, crude, misinformed, and peace-less. Bella and Alice had refused him. Bella had punched a hole through the wall in dissatisfaction. A rather uncharacteristic reaction to the threat Edward posed to Jasper. Rosalie had joined the team with her brother-rape was a rather sensitive inexcusable crime in her eyes. Much more sinful than murder. Immortality had cursed Rosalie with the burden of un-forgiveness. In a way it had cursed them all with the burden. Cursed to roam the earth, yet no matter the length of time they lived-they learned. They still lived. They still struggled with qualities of humanity.

Bella was rather intrigued by the monstrosity that sat in the window she watched. He'd been up almost as long as her tonight-no human could surpass her in a competition of no sleep. Jasper seemed like a good contender-he'd tossed and turned. Groaned. And angrily breathed in and out until the sun rose. Alice was rather cryptic these days. It was driving her crazy; and it was sending Edward into an impossible grave. Alice had told Bella, in that car ride home, under no circumstances could she allow Edward to end Jaspers life. Bella assumed it was to save the humanity left in Edward. Bella took one last look at Jasper, and she leapt from the tree gracefully to return to her home with her family. After all her fate in Jasper's life had been played. She'd saved his life. He'd have more time on this Earth.

Jasper trudged into the dim lit morning in the light rain that constantly plagued Forks and hopped into his car. He was rather annoyed this morning, edgy, and agitated. He'd felt this before. Maria had commanded him to follow a couple of goons when he was 16 to a drug cartel in Mexico. He'd never asked her to go but Maria had quite a way of manipulating her son. His desire for a mother-for love was one she found weak and assumed genetically transferred from his trash shit of a father. Jasper had felt pure terror on the back roads of Mexico. His stomach clenched and tightened, his breathe labored and staggered, and his hands shook as they drove in the black SUVS to meet Juan Carlos Joaquin. Sure enough, Jasper remembered the exact moment. The exact moment the car in front of his exploded. His vision blurred and he closed his eyes briefly for a second and-caboom. The whole damn car lit up and the very car he was sitting backseat in swerved off the road in avoidance and flipped. Jasper couldn't see-he couldn't see himself being flipped and smashed as the car rolled over but he could hear the bending metal, the glass, and the screams. A trap. The feeling of mischief, death, and anger has proliferated the very cells in Jaspers body. He'd known it was a bad idea. He'd felt the bad idea. Felt his enemy. He was rather empathic that way. Drowning in a bath of negativity that wasn't his own yet his life-his entire bring embodied their negativity.

He was stuck in hell by association-he'd earned his spot later. Jasper slowly trudged out the house and peered up at the sky. It was a morbid gray, dark hues of stormy clouds-rather ominous even for Forks, Washington. Jasper clenched the steering wheel of his pick up truck before swerving out the driveway. The drive to high school for the young drug lord was uneventful though the atmosphere left him with feelings of dread. He wanted badly to turn his car around and get back in the bed; he'd never been able to do that when he was with Maria. Rest. Relax. Avoid disaster. Jasper had arrived to the school rather early; the parking deck was rather isolated. Two other cars. A shiny Volvo sat in the back by the trees, and his own he'd parked off to the side from the front of the high school. He wasn't alone-though Jasper saw no one else he felt the presence. The mood; the dark clouds seemed to roar in anticipation. The clouds were the audience cheering on the violence rumbling through the atmosphere weighing down on Jasper. He'd entered an arena.

Edward stalked from behind the human male that had just pulled into the parking lot. It'd been a split decision to leave the house; he wanted to eradicate the boy. Jasper's mind was a dark disaster. Jasper didn't have the worth of trash, and he didn't deserve love or life. Jasper placed his foot back on the gas, and his hand on the gear shift. The heat blowing in his car seemed to be creeping up in volume. He knew better this time. He was prepared for whatever approached; he wanted to look over his shoulder and eye his predator. Edward was to consumed with blocking off his own self ructions conscious that he wasn't listening to Jaspers thoughts. Edward was worried about his own thoughts convincing him he was no God and he did not decide who lived and who died. He let his instincts take over. Instead of Jasper's thoughts-which were barely above a whisper-he listened to the heart that made blood pump throughout his body. He listened to the hum of the engine of the truck; he listened for surrounding thoughts to make sure he wasn't to be seen murdering the new beloved student of Forks. He'd have to surely never show his face again for some years-Alice would be rather cross with him. She'd forgive him though. She couldn't NOT forgive him.

Jasper listened to the heat of his own car grow from a quiet whisper to a steady increasing ambience f background and closed his eyes. He kept his thoughts unalarmed, patient, and unconcerned. He was going to count to 5. 1...Edward was closer now behind the truck slightly un-viewable from the passenger rear view mirror. 2 Jasper began to excerpt a small amount of force on the gear to put his truck into reverse. 3 Edward was going to snap his fucking neck and take him to the forest and burn his remains. 4. Jasper slid the car in reverse in a swift quick motion-he was grateful suddenly for his car. 5. Edward convinced himself one last time from the images he'd seen in Jasper's head (forced sex and death) to lunge.

Edward came into view of the side mirror on the passenger side. This was the exact moment of time that Jasper threw his foot on the gas. Edward wasn't anticipating the movement of the car and didn't have time to avoid the metal slamming back into him. Jasper felt like he'd slammed into a wall as his neck and head snapped back and forth. He'd be sore for days. The sound of Edward and the car meeting was like a thunderous clap from God himself in the small quiet Forks parking lot. He couldn't let pain paralyze him though, as he two collided he out the car back into drive and jerked forward at full speed. He looked up finally in his rear view mirror and saw the silhouette of a slender male-his emotions exploded when he vaguely caught the auburn reddish color of the hair on the fleeing threat. Edward Cullen. Jasper wanted to burn down the fucking town of Forks suddenly. Call backup. And set the whole damn surrounding cities ablaze. He'd watch Edward Cullen burn in a pit of fire-but first burn his family for Edward to watch. And Alice Cullen would be the last family member Edward watched burn in the pit-Jasper was sure that would hurt him the most. Jasper wanted to destroy his life and he would...

Jasper got back to Charlie's house, and lurched himself from the car. The bunker of his truck was destroyed. Smashed in as if he'd ran into titanium metal with the back of his truck. Jasper stored the damage for later-the destruction of the truck concerned him and the seemingly perfectly fine health of Edward Cullen running impossibly fast after being ran over at full speed. Jasper slammed the door to the house and closed his eyes. He needed his shit; he ripped open his duffle bag and grabbed the .38 out the secret compartment of his duffle bag. His mom had layer the bag with a material that hid the guns from the TSA at the airport. He had a bunch of weapons here but his favorite was the .38-probably because it was used during one of his first kills. He'd had to blow the face off of a man-Maria's orders. He couldn't help the preference for his weapon. He wanted to set the town ablaze but not at the price of his Mother's freedom. Activity would raise alarm. He had to handle this on his own. Which started with finding information on the Cullen family. He would surely destroy them but he had to know what he was dealing with.

That damage done to his car was inhumanly impossible; yet he was sure that he'd hit Edward with the car. Super human strength and speed. Jasper considered alternatives to explain-adrenaline, survival, and possibly genetic mutation in their family. None of these sat right with him though. He'd need to dig deeper than that later. Jasper placed his gun in the back seam of his jeans and sat on the couch. He would strategize. Jasper ended up dozing off instead.

A rapping at the door woke him up; he blinked to clear his mind. The day's events came crashing back down and he whipped the gun out as he approached the door. Thank god Charlie had a peep hole-windows could be obvious when trying to spy. They moved and they revealed position. Jasper braced a side of his body against the door and peered through the hole. Bella Cullen stood on his porch-he considered blowing her fucking head off right then and there but he decided otherwise. He was positive her presence here was intentional. He felt no threat. He felt no animosity. Jasper lingered longer not deciding.

"I know you're there Jasper... I'd just like to talk to you. You were missing from school today and I was concerned" Bella moved nervously. She was dressed in jeans, a red shirt and a black leather jacket. Jasper considered shooting her again. Bella's phone began to ring instantly-she flipped out an IPhone and murmured quickly with the person on the other line. She seemed upset. Jasper watched her a little while longer before he moved back from the door and back to the living room couch. He didn't plan on talking with his enemy-after all he was going to murder them all human or not. "Jasper...look I wanna talk about what happened today. I don't wanna fight or hurt you. I want to make sure you're okay". Bella's voice floated past the wooden door.

Jasper considered his options. He would open the door and let Bella in, then kill her after they talked-but that super human ability Edward had exposed left him.

He was contemplating. His truck was destroyed-Edward Cullen was not. Jasper got up and unlocked the door gun hanging casually in his left hand. He could hit her in the middle of her fucking forehead with his left and right easy. He wouldn't allow his back to her, he opened the door and stepped aside to let Bella through the door. He scent was amazing as she passed him. Once again he felt his own body reacting and he wanted things other than her head hung up on his mantel. She moved around the house sure and positive and sat in the stool facing the window viewing the backyard. Jasper placed himself opposite side of the island to face her with the gun laid in front of his closely within arms reach.

"Guns are dangerous you know that right Jasper?" Bella leaned her head into her hand propped up on the island. She looked so casual.

"I know a lot of things Bella" Jasper fingered the trigger. He had a particular anxiety about Edward-the dislike this boy had for him was unwarranted. Edward knew nothing of him yet he picked him out so easily. He had seen that Jasper was a murder-Jasper was inhuman, unworthy of life, and easily manipulated.

"I wouldn't advise you to go searching into things you don't know about Jasper... Some things can't be unknown". Alice had been sure that he'd react better with Bella showing up at his door. It was the easiest and non-exposing option the Cullen family had. The family had exploded when Alice had notified them all that Edward had tried to play God with the boy's life. Bella was mortified. Whatever Jasper had done surely wasn't Edward's responsibility if it was not an immediate threat at the moment. He wasn't doing criminal actions in Forks, as long as he was here Bella was sure he wouldn't engage in anything. Jasper was like them-hiding in plain sight trying to blend into a world he was unfamiliar with. Bella looked him over. He looked tired. Blonde hair disarrayed all over his head. Bright green eyes that had so much emotion-depth and

Bella felt that he could surely turn over a new leaf for his life. Edward hadn't sought to give the boy a chance with his pretentious thoughts and God complex.

Bella scowled. Alice had called her when she'd been on the porch telling her to be honest with Jasper before he put a bullet through the door and marked her forehead as the target. Bella's survival would be a sure indicator that the family wasn't human and Jasper would tell Charlie and that would lead to suspicion and problems with the Quileute tribe. Bella was doubtful Jasper would shoot her but Alice seemed so frantic. Alice had mentioned at the emergency family meeting Jasper was a man of many futures. It seemed he had many options for his life or rather planned out actions for different scenarios in his life...like a soldier. He watched her carefully.