Disclaimer:I don't own Twilight, Its characters associated with this story, or Jasper. I do however own a ThinkPad that makes the magic happen. ;)

Warning: Not for the faint of heart. This story is rated M. There will be scenes that hint/touch/involve acts that would be punishable by law and actions that are sooo far off the moral compass that you will question my character's sanity.

A/N: Well after placing this story in the Death by Darksper contest, I thought I had purged myself of Darksper. It turns out that he has a lot more to say than I had anticipated.

With that said, I present you with Mr. Ripper himself.

It wouldn't be tales of the Ripper if it were just one story now would it?

Tale Two: Teacher of Men

Jasper wasn't sure why that at the moment he was being accused of a crime that he hadn't committed, the memory of his father's death played like movie stills in his mind.

If Jasper retained anything from the memories of his childhood, it was the phrase his father, Stephen Whitlock, had uttered before his death.

Not only were the words imprinted into the crevices of his mind, he remembered the way his father's chest expanded in an attempt to inhale the oxygen passing through his parted lips.

He remembered the way his father's knees gave under his weight as he was being forced to stand by the men that had brutally tortured him.

And he especially remembered the way his father's blue eyes flickered towards his direction with a silent goodbye.

The rules were simple.

Any action that was done against the family was to be taken to the Don and dealt with according to his wishes.

The punishments for disregarding the laws of the family were severe. It wasn't uncommon for members of mafia to step out of line and be dealt with but it was a rarity when Carlisle chose to personally enforce the rules of the Luciano Family.

Carlisle stood near his desk and cleared a spot littered with paperwork for himself before he sat down at the edge and waited for Mr. Whitlock to enter. Everyone was correct in thinking that he usually didn't take involvement with members that have betrayed the mafia, but Jasper was the only exception to him.

It wasn't just because of the way he so readily disfigured Gino's son on his initiation day but because Carlisle felt that history was repeating itself. A history that was unknown and forbidden to be spoken of amongst Jasper and the newer generation of Lucianos.

Forbidden until now that is. It was one of the topics that Carlisle never discussed lightly. In fact, only the ones that were destined to be killed heard of the long buried history. Either way, the meeting with Jasper would have been the catalyst to speak of it. It all came down to the words Jasper chose that would lead to his eventual demise while knowing the truth or forever living his life wondering why.

As Carlisle contemplated his method of questioning, an indifferent Jasper was ushered into the Luciano family home. He knew that he did nothing to warrant an accusation, he couldn't help the feeling of finality that echoed through his being once the heavy wooden door of the home was shut behind him. He knew that if he couldn't provide substance to plead his loyalty it would be the last time he ever saw past the weathered grain of the aged wood.

As he walked through the foyer he couldn't help but notice the various picture frames that littered the walls. All of family members over the years. Each holding its own significance to the Luciano timeline.

Upon closer inspection he noticed one in particular had who he assumed was Carlisle as a young boy. Though the photograph was worn around the edges and looked like it had seen better days it didn't diminish the memory encased it in.

A boy around the age of ten met the study gaze of the older man that was kneeling before him. Both seemed to be entranced with one another while the older man motioned with his finger for the boy to move closer. The pride was evident in the set of the man's shoulders, undoubtedly relishing with his only son the secrets that were about to be bestowed to him.

He hadn't spent longer than a minute or two viewing the photograph before a clearing of a throat alerted him to where he really needed to be heading. To the rear was Edward Masen, Jasper's confidante and best friend. If anything, he owed his success to the man that so readily took him in all those years ago. An acknowledged nod and a silent good luck past amongst the two men before the one being questioned turned around and continued down the hall.

The soles of Jasper's dress shoes hitting tiled floor oscillated from wall to wall alerting the guard that stood outside of Carlisle's office that he was a few seconds from reaching him. The guard knocked to ensure that Carlisle knew the man in question was on his way. A look of pity crossed the guards face as the form of the young man approached. He was a man no older than twenty five but with eyes that held experience beyond his years. It was then that the Guard knew that the young man would be fine. He had rarely seen raw potential that the blonde man possessed. Feelings aside, The guard allowed Jasper's entrance in the office.

As soon as Jasper entered the office the tension began to mount between Don and Apprentice. It became too much for both men that Jasper took up to fidgeting in his chair while Carlisle paced aimlessly a few inches away.

Jasper felt it necessary to initiate the conversation. "I know why I'm in here Sir, but I don't know why I'm in here."

"It was brought to my attention by a few of my most trusted that you have been abusing your position," Carlisle drew the fingers of his left hand to the bridge of his nose and squeezed in frustration. "You're here to talk to me today because it seems that you have been keeping some of the money for yourself and using it for personal gain. Not to mention they believe your cutting into the product."

It wasn't lost on jasper that Carlisle mentioned his inner circle were the ones that were accusing him not Carlisle himself. It allowed Jasper to hope that there was another option in the equation. There was no way in hell that he would beg for his life. He was much too proud to beg and would rather die knowing he did nothing wrong then to be reduced to the poor excuse of a man one became when they did.

"I'm in no position to beg for my life sir and I flat out refuse to, but I will tell you that I have justifiable evidence to contradict every statement that your inner circle may have."

Carlisle couldn't help but be awed…once again by the magnitude of Jaspers intellect and growth as a mafia member. In so many ways he saw the power and intelligence lurking in the depths of Jasper's eyes that reminded him of the man that fathered him. It showed in the way he spoke to others and the way his words caressed the ears that were listening making them reevaluate their decisions.

Jasper Whitlock was a blessing and a curse. It occurred to Carlisle then that he was very much like his father. Unyielding by nature and possibly the best thing that could have happened to the Lucianos.

In his eyes, the young man was claimed innocent the minute his first words had exited his mouth but Carlisle knew better than to go on a hunch of intuition. Although he justifiably knew that Jasper had done nothing to warrant the accusations that were bestowed on him, a history tainted with blood and the almost destruction of the family had shown him otherwise.

"If you were any other fucker I would have just given the command to kill you, have you cut into several pieces and scattered around the whole city. Apart from what I mentioned earlier, do you want to know why I called you in here?"

It wasn't a question that was meant to be answered so Jasper pressed his lips together and waited until Carlisle continued speaking.

"Because your father was accused of the same thing."

Jasper hadn't been much older than the age of ten when he took witness to how cruel a person could be. It was in the moments as he watched aimlessly through the cracks of his closet door that he was stripped of his childlike innocence and thrust into the world his father felt he was too young to acknowledge.

Helplessly he watched as two men descended upon his father and viciously attacked him. Every slap and punch was accompanied with the crunch of bone. Every gasp and grunt that left his father's bloodied lips was a result of the puncture wounds marring his body. It wasn't until the pudgy bald man revealed the shiny object from his coat pocket and shot Stephen in the knees that Jasper's ten year old mind comprehended what they were doing.

He had heard his mother and father countless times arguing over a topic that he so readily took upon himself to perform. A task that even now, Jasper so readily performed on an enemy mafia's son the day he was to be inducted.

Jasper continued to watch as the men ridiculed his father into silent submission and forced him to stand on his shattered knees. He watched as his father struggled to stand upright and almost succeeded before being pushed back down by the leaner man with graying hair.

It was in those final moments that Stephen glanced toward the closet doors and found his son's terrified eyes that he found the will to stand. He might not have been able to give his ten year old son the world like he had planned, but he gave him one thing with the little amount of time that he had left. As Stephen walked to the bedroom door, albeit with steps filled with hisses and pain, he offered Jasper the only gift he could give…a visual of pride personified.

A clearing of a throat re alerted him to his surroundings. Carlisle sat patiently waiting for Jasper to return from whatever memory he had been stuck in before he cleared his throat. Over the years Jasper had shown promise as an individual. So much so that Carlisle genuinely believed he would do nothing to jeopardize his progress. After explaining and talking amongst one another he had finally come to a conclusion. He knew that his decision would cause outrage amongst his inner circle but he couldn't find it in him to care.

He was Don and he made the rules.

"I'm pleased to say that all accusations have been forgotten. As a precaution, you will be placed with someone at all times when it comes to family business until you have proven yourself otherwise."

Jasper simply nodded before rising from his seat and briefly shaking Carlisle's hand.

As Jasper left the office, Carlisle couldn't help but wonder how his old friend would have reacted to the man his son had become. As the watch on his wrist ticked in tune with the man walking down the hall, he silently wondered whether Stephen would fault him for not telling his son the truth about his death.

In the end neither question mattered. He knew in the recesses of his being that had it not happened the way it did, he would never had a member as potentially gifted as his father had seen in Stephen Whitlock.

History is what made the Luciano family.

Thank you to my beta love. I hope this gives a glimpse of the man Jasper became/is becoming. Like I mentioned in the summary, lovely readers, we are following Jasper's Mafia timeline. Tale one paints the picture for an 18 year old Ripper. Tale two, 25. Questions? leave them in a review or PM me. I'd be happy to answer them. Until next time :)