*Jasper*

I couldn't break out of the spell her blood put me under. I wanted to, deep down, I wanted her safe. But that part of my mind was overpowered by the pure instincts that were commanding me to take her.

Now, she lay before me, weak and without hope. So pitiful. My dead heart was screaming at me to leave. To run away from her, and to never stop. I'd almost wished the dogs had killed me. But something had made them stop, and that was all my monster needed.

I couldn't run away. Now that she'd spilt blood, there was nothing I could do to resist. Reaching out with one hand, I extended a finger and caught a droplet of blood that was forming on her bottom lip. Painfully slowly, I brought it to my mouth, and licked it off. My taste buds seemed to explode with pleasure. Withholding a moan, I pressed my lips to hers, taking the rest of the blood.

Pleasure and desire coursed through my veins, contrasting with the sick feeling in my stomach. What I was doing was more than wrong. I disgusted myself for not even having the decency to end her life quickly.

In the back of my mind, I could hear quickly approaching footsteps, but I cared not for them, or maybe it was because I knew they could stop me when I couldn't stop myself.

I felt as if time itself had slowed down. My teeth moved closer to Jemima's neck, as the footsteps drew nearer.

They reached me too late.

My teeth grazed her jugular, breaking the skin. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me forcefully away from Jemima.

More and more arms entwined themselves around me, pulling me further and further away from her, but I didn't care. It was too late. My venom had already entered her blood, and I was responsible for her doom.

A sound I could describe as nothing more than a soul-wrenching scream left my mouth. It pierced the sky in grief, as I watched Jemima begin to feel the effects of the venom.

Suddenly, a face blocked my view of her.

"Jasper, son," Carlisle's voice was calm, but his face was strained.

"Carlisle...I couldn't...I couldn't stop...I'm sorry," I managed to say, knowing that if I could cry, then I would.

Carlisle's expression was disappointed, which made me feel so much worse.

"Emmett, Edward, take Jasper home. Bella, you take Rosalie, make sure she's alright, and tell Esme what has happened. I also think it would be best to keep Jasper away from Renesmee."

I couldn't help but notice that they hadn't mentioned my wife, but I found that I could no longer speak. I felt a pair of arms leave me; I realized quickly that they must have been Bella's, going to get Rosalie. Rosalie. I could've killed her, easily. The other two sets of arms pulled me away, but they hardly had to put any effort in. The fight in me was gone.

Edward...where is Alice? I thought, urging him to listen.

He was silent, but I knew that he must have heard, for the smaller pair of arms stiffened.

Edward, please. Is she alright?

Edward stayed silent. My body grew even weaker, and I let them drag me home.

*Jemima*

Fire. The forest was on fire. And I was burning. I heard Jasper's scream.

He must have been on fire too. I could hear his agony. Or maybe the wolves had got him.

I didn't even realize that I was screaming until a cold hand touched my open lips. At first, I thought that it was Jasper, but I recognized the kind face as Carlisle's.

"Carlisle..." I managed to gasp, before the fire took over my throat, and I sobbed. Tears streaked down my face, and I screamed in agony as the fire spread through my veins, filling every part of my body.

"It's too late, she's changing." I heard Carlisle say, followed by an angry, dog-like growl, before my own scream blotted out their sounds.

The fire reached my heart, and I felt my consciousness fade.