*Jasper*

I lifted Jemima up easily, as if she was made of feathers, not flesh, and took her to the bed. My mind...my control...was slowly slipping away, and there was nothing I could do about it. It was like I no longer had control of my own body, and I watched like some sick spectator as I pinned Jemima's arms above her head. Oblivious to her protests, I broke contact with her lips, and looked her in the eye. The fear was clear on her face, but I wasn't interested in her face. Her pulse was calling to me, only a thin stretch of skin between my mouth and her blood. My teeth had almost pierced through that barrier, when a force like a brick wall slammed into my side. I was pushed back onto the back wall, my shock the only thing keeping me from hitting the force off. It was a vampire that was holding me back.

No, this is my kill. Mine.

Fighting against the vampire, I watched as Jemima ran out of the room. With a snarl, I threw the other vampire off. Wasting no time, I took off after her. I was not surprised to see her in the hallway, hardly a three metres from the door. I moved with unnecessary speed, and was behind her in an instant. My hand grabbed at the back of her shirt, tripping her over. I flipped her onto her back easily, and was about to bite her when the other vampire came up behind me, and pulled me off of her. I was thrown against the wall, the vampire – who I recognised as my own sister Rosalie - tried to pin me there again, but I pushed her off. I watched as Jemima turned over and scrambled up, before disappearing down the stairs. I roared in rage, as Rosalie, too persistent, threw herself at me again, knocking me sideways as I tried to follow Jemima. I elbowed her face, knocking her back down the hallway. She screeched angrily. I left her behind me as I ran after Jemima, who had escaped out of the front door.

*Jemima*

I was under my bedroom window when someone landed next to me. I almost screamed, before I realized it was Rosalie.

"Oh my God, Rose!" I said hugging her statuesque form. With a swift action, she swung me onto her back,

"Hold on, he's coming," she commanded, before gasping, "oh, where's Emmett!"

Rosalie took off through the forest, the trees and ferns whipping past us. I couldn't hear him behind us, but I knew he was there. He was always there.

Rosalie was running fast, really fast, but Jasper was faster. He came up beside us, and grabbed Rosalie's arm. She fell hard, flinging me from her back. I landed heavily on my side, rolling over and over until my back hit a tree. My chest exploded with pain, like fire. I was too exhausted to even scream. I just sobbed, tears running down my cheeks. I looked up to see Rosalie attempt to stop Jasper's advances, but he hit her in the stomach and threw her to the side in one quick movement.

I could only watch as he walked towards me.

Suddenly, a howl that shook the forest made everyone, vampire or otherwise, freeze. Without any more warning, a gigantic, brown creature exploded from the foliage beside me, and hurled itself at Jasper, putting itself between us.

Werewolf.

More of the wolves came from the forest behind me, like a living barricade. The wolves were gigantic, and for a moment I believed that they would be enough to stop him.

But my fears were soon brought back.

The wolves leapt at Jasper, biting and snarling and scratching. From the corner of my eye, I saw Rosalie try to get up to help her brother, but fall back to the ground.

I lost Jasper in the mass of furred bodies, and my fear changed. I was scared for him.

"No..." I managed, my voice hoarse and weak, "please. Don't hurt him."

I had no idea if they could understand me, but for just a second, they seemed to stop.

For a second I felt relief.

But relief was ridiculous.

Jasper used the pause in the wolves attack to throw them away. He was what he said he was. A monster.

I shook my head, crying. Please, just stop. Please, Jasper.

I didn't know what happened to the wolves, but in just a second, Jasper was free.

A feeling of déjà vu rocked my body as he knelt beside me, and reached out with one hand. His finger touched my lip, pulling it back to look at the droplet of blood that hung there. With indulgent, sensual movements, Jasper licked the blood off. His black eyes flashed crimson, and he pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue sweeping away the blood that escaped there in a kiss of death. I made no attempt to stop him, I merely accepted my fate, as he abandoned my mouth, and moved to my throat. As the saying goes, 'Curiosity Killed The Cat.'

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