Seth's Point of View
Staring at Jasmine's bleeding, almost lifeless body in his hands, I lost it.
Anger and pain boiled up inside me and sand colored fur erupted from my skin. In a matter of seconds, I'd gone full wolf. It was the fastest morph I'd ever done.
With Henderson distracted by my sudden phase, Alice took Jasmine from his arms. I prayed silently for my angel's safety. If anything happened to her, it would eternally destroy me. If she died, I would kill myself the moment I found out. At least then I could go with her to the other side. Jasmine was my life so if she died, so did I.
It's over, Henderson, I growled in my head as a snarl escaped my mouth. I leapt and landed with my paws pinning him to the ground. Using every pinch of strength, he tried to squirm away from me, but even vampire force wasn't strong enough to keep me from killing him.
I leaned down and bit at his arm. It came off in once piece in my mouth. Before I could blink, Alice and the rest of the Cullens—aside from Renesmee, Bella and Carlisle—were in the room.
"Let me finish him," Emmett growled.
And so the torment began. Each and every one of us aided in the destroying of the demon. When all his screams were done and his body dismembered, I changed back to human and dug a lighter out of the pocket of my pants. I flicked it on and very slowly put the fire to one pale, ice cold, and evil hand. Repeating the gesture with every single part of him, I felt self contentment, and still more pain. I needed to get back to see Jasmine.
"We'll stay back and separate the ashes," Rosalie whispered. She motioned to Emmett, Edward, and Esme. Their movements became a blur until they started moving so fast, I saw nothing at all.
"We need to get back," I said desperately. I felt my face twist into a pained expression. Alice studied my face for a second before starting to run, Jasper behind her. I pushed my human legs faster and faster until I was going faster than Alice herself.
Thomas had been keeping Jasmine locked in a small, steel room. It was built into a rock of about the same color in the forest, not far from the Cullen house. The idiot.
I burst through the glass doors and found Carlisle working silently over Jasmine and Bella comforting Renesmee as she sobbed.
"Renesmee, calm down," Jasper said, sitting next to her. "I can feel your stress coming off in waves."
"I'm—sorry," she choked out. "I'm just—scared. Seeing—her—like that…" Nessie broke into more hysterics and I fought back the tears I knew were coming.
Seeing Jasmine like that… mangled, cut, bruised… it emotionally killed me. Every single cut in her skin, they all repeated themselves in my heart. I bit my lip hard as a single tear escaped my eyes. I dared to look over at my angel, lying face down on a table with Carlisle working over her. Was it possible that I had come so close to losing her twice within the last two days?
Her body was drenched in her own, dried blood. The gash that was once on her next, though, was closed and barely visible. The same went for her other injuries. She was breathing slowly but evenly. Aside from the blood and slightly paler skin, Jasmine looked beautiful and peaceful. She barely even looked like she'd gone through the trauma of her life that day.
"Its okay, Seth," Alice said, coming up and putting her cold hand on my back. She stared down at her adopted daughter with sad, yet, hope filled eyes. "She'll be waking up any minute now."
"Can you tell me when, exactly?" I asked. She smiled at me.
"I can only do so much," she said sheepishly.
"Sorry. I'm just so anxious. I… I love her too much."
"I know you do, Seth." Alice looked again at Jasmine then back at me. "You should sit down, try and relax."
"Maybe I should…" I said. In a millisecond, Alice was on my other side with a chair in her hands. She angled it toward Jasmine and motioned for me to sit.
"Thanks," I said.
"No problem," she said in her perky little voice. Alice went to sit with Jasper on the sofa and looked at Bella that was holding a still frightened Nessie.
"Carlisle, do you know this…this…" I forced myself to say the leech's name, "Thomas Henderson?"
"Sadly, I do Seth," he said. With a syringe, he was injecting more blood into Jasmine's body. I imagined she'd need it after all that blood loss. "I met him during my early years with the Volturi. His power—the ability to make anyone sleep—seemed very useful to Aro so he kept him with us for a while. Thomas seemed nice enough. He was actually one of my best friends. Though he never understood why I chose to drink animal blood, he respected my decision to try and be more civil.
"Something did happen, though, that caused him to be kicked out of the Volturi. You see, Thomas's temper had a tendency to rage out of control when he didn't get his way."
"Not worse than Paul's, I bet," I murmured.
Carlisle chuckled. "Oh, no. His temper was much worse than Paul's. He and Alec got into an argument over what to do with a human who knew of the vampire world. I believe her name was Cassandra. Alec had come to feel for the young girl and wanted her to be free. At the time, we had another Volturian—Charles—who had the power to wipe someone's memory as much as necessary and Alec wanted to use that to make her forget the existence of vampires. Thomas, however, had different plans. He wanted to torture her to death, make her feel as much pain as possible before her life was taken. Felix and Aro got involved and took Alec's side, making Thomas even angrier. His temper raged and Alec, Felix, and Aro each ended up losing an arm. Though they did get their arms back, Aro was furious with Thomas. He ordered him to leave Italy and never return. Apparently, he didn't exactly follow that order."
Ah, so Thomas had always been a psychopath. That wasn't very surprising.
Jasmine stirred at that moment. I gasped and fell to my knees, my face next to hers.
"Mhm…" she groaned like a sleepy child in the morning, refusing to get up for school. She moved her hand a bit and Carlisle pulled his chair back a bit.
"Jasmine," I sighed as her eyes opened. "My angel."
"Seth?" She looked confused. Her eyes suddenly went wide and I knew she was remembering what had happened.
"Please tell me he's dead!" she shrieked. "Please, please, please tell me that psycho is dead!"
I chuckled. "Yes, Jasmine. Yes. I swear to you he will never bother you again."
"Thank goodness," she murmured.
Jasmine tried to prop herself up on one arm but ended up screaming in pain and flopping back down onto her stomach.
"Jasmine! Jasmine, are you okay?" I examined her badly bruised arm.
"Is she okay?" Carlisle asked worriedly.
"I'm fine," she said sweetly. Jasmine smiled apologetically at me.
"You have no clue how good it is to hear your voice again," I sighed.
"I was about to say the same thing," she said, leaning forward with as much strength as she could.
"Don't hurt yourself," I said. She smiled sheepishly at me.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Why are you sorry?" I asked, bewildered.
"Because I put you through that," she said. "I really wish I hadn't. Seth, I'm so sorry!" A tear slid down her cheek and she pressed her lips together to keep her other tears from coming. I smiled slightly and wiped the tear away with my finger. I cupped her face in my hand and stroked her cheek with my thumb.
"Don't be sorry," I whispered.
Jasmine leaned forward slowly. Her lips found mine and her right hand entwined in my hair. My other hand did the same.
"Ahem." Jasper was standing behind us. Jasmine leaned back and blood flushed in her cheeks.
"Hey, Daddy," she giggled. Wow, I'd never heard her sound so much like Alice. They were related, after all.
Jasper chuckled at Jasmine's expression. "I think you should really clean up a bit, Jazzy," he said. Jasmine looked down at herself and saw her blood drenched body for the first time.
"Oops," she murmured. She tried to stand up, but her bruised arms flailed and she landed again on the table, groaning in pain.
"Lemme help," Alice suggested. She scooped her up in one swift movement and carried her up the stairs.
"I see you're still in love with the leech lover, Seth." Leah had just burst through the front door of the Cullen house and was dumping her bag on the white leather sofa.
"Shut up, Leah." I smiled and threw a pillow at her face, ending the conversation.
Author's Note: Hello everyone. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'm sorry, but I have some very sad news. Someone on Quizilla is claiming my story as their own. If you looked up Jasmine Isabella Cullen on Google, you'd see a link to my story on Quizilla with the creator marked as anjumaakachan. I am very upset at the moment and I am trying to find something to do about this. I'm not sure if I will continue writing just for someone to steal my chapters as I go. Sorry, but I am putting the story on hold for a while. Please understand that this was the last thing I wanted to do. With all due respect, April~