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A/N: Thanks again for reviews :) I try to make them longer, but sometimes I have said all I wanted for a particular scene, and just adding words seems pointless :) But I will try, really...

Chapter 7: Resolutions

Jasper was walking up and down in his room through the rubble of his former furniture, much like a tiger in a cage too tight for him. Outside of it, his family was waiting, watching, making sure he wouldn't run off again. He had tried it, once, but Edward caught him, always being faster than him...

The first hours had been the worst. The hunger had nearly torn him apart physically and emotionally. He knew he still couldn't ignore it as well as the others – he was still new at this. But this was different by several orders of magnitude. Never before had he felt a hunger so forceful, relentless. He needed that blood, his every cell was aching for it. Alice tried her best to sooth him, but he was well beyond rational thought, thoroughly in grasp of the beast.

He had trashed everything in sight, in a frenzy of rage and longing. After that it slowly got better, crawling out of his mental hole inch by inch, his thoughts once again resembling that of a sane person. But even then, his thoughts circled around Draco. That smell, it was so pure, his skin still burnt where it first touched him. How could he do that to me...? Why?

Jasper just couldn't understand it. He was happy with Alice, was he not? As happy as an undead vampire could be, anyway. Would it change now, with his erratic behaviour?

Edward had turned sick from the thoughts that had raced through his mind those first hours, the gruesome, bloody details were too much for him. Jasper loved them, he wanted it so badly... But he knew he couldn't – shouldn't.

What would they think of him if he acted on his impulses? What would Alice think? He still loved her, did he not? He searched his mind for the feelings, but found them withered, crushed by the onslaught of those other feelings. Feelings for Draco. He screamed with rage and his fist lashed out, putting another crater into the already pretty much destroyed wall.

He sat down, trying some of the calming techniques Edward and Alice taught him. It helped, the beast relented a bit.
I need to leave, I need to think. Away from here. Away from him, or I will go crazy...

When he came out of his room again, Alice suppressed a outcry of shock. Jasper looked worse than she ever had seen him. His eyes were almost completely black, his face was twisted from ...rage?, frustration? It wasn't quite clear. Pieces of concrete and furniture were stuck in his once beautiful hair.

Edward, standing to her left, winced. He must have read Jasper's thoughts.

She forced a smile on her face and walked towards him. "Jazz," she whispered, holding back tears, "we want-"

He cut her short. "I cannot stay," he said, his voice rough, coarse, but resolute. "I must leave for some days. Go away. Need time to think."

Alice looked to Edward and he shrugged. She tried to find what little she could in her visions, but part of the future was blocked, clouded. All she could see was that Jasper leaving was making a difference in a positive way.

"Where will you go?" Carlisle asked concerned. "We can bring you there?"
"No," Jasper shook his head. "I must be alone. I...I must put things back together up there," he pointed at his head. "I will come back, I promise." He almost pleaded.

"He will," Alice said with surety. And she has seen it, blurred and foggy as it was. Though he would not come back for the same reasons everyone suspected. She fought with tears, and Edward looked sharply at her.

Alice! He said in her mind. You must-

No, Edward. Please don't tell. At least not now. It would be too painful... Can you do that?

Edward fought with himself, then his mind spoke with compassion. For you, I will.

It only took half an hour to pack a little suitcase and Jasper was on his way, racing from something, someone he couldn't understand.

Alice looked for a long time out of the window the way Jasper had left. One by one, her siblings and family tried to move her, get her to react, but she just stood there like some statue, shutting out everything else but her thoughts for Jasper.

After they had tried – and failed – to get her out of her shell, Alice had slipped out of the house and ran into the forest. Now she was sitting on a little tree stump deep in the forest and cried.

She had always known something like this would happen, deep down. She had seen it happen, after all. But this particular path had always been unclear in her mind, lacking detail, focus. She had tried to burrow it in a little place in her mind. Now, she couldn't any more.

What had happened in the last days matched what little she knew. Why now? She wailed. Why not in ten years? Fifty? Hundred?

It didn't matter, now. Jasper was lost to her forever as a lover. But he would be happy, would he not? At least that much was clear for her.

And what about herself? She always had shied away from looking past this one point, afraid what she might find. She concentrated and focused.

Her face, smiling. "I love you," a male voice whispering. Laughter. Standing next to Jasper, at ease. A new house. New people.

It felt...positive; she was shocked. Maybe it will be good for me, again?She took some solace in the thought.

"It will, Alice," Edward's soft voice said as he dropped from a tree behind her and sat down next to her.

"You followed me?" she asked, slightly hurt at the unwanted intrusion in her most private moments.

"I knew you needed someone to talk to, sooner or later," Edward smiled apologetically.

Alice harrumphed. "Then talk," she said, trying to smile.

"You knew, didn't you? I have seen it."

"Yes, ever since Jasper and I first met I had a feeling, a vision, about this. I never told anyone; not even Jasper. And hiding it from you was a royal pain." She sighed, rubbing away the tears. "I always hoped – wanted – my vision to be wrong, misguided. But it never wavered. Never changed, burning away at the back of my mind like an eternal flame of fear."

Edward pushed some strand of hair out of her face. "You still love him, don't you?"

"With all my heart..." she sobbed. "But sometimes love means letting go, no?"She looked at Edward, looking for some sort of support. "What else can I do? You have seen him. What else can we do?"

"I don't know. Yet," Edward said, his mind already working on scenarios. "It is this Draco? What makes him so special?"

"I wish I knew," she laughed. "Oh, I wish I did. Just that he will be important to Jasper. One way or another. If he, or we, want it or not. It is fixed, unchangeable, set in stone."

"And what if we kill Draco, would it help?"

"We would lose Jasper, as well. It wouldn't work. Believe me, I thought about it. But this is Jasper, and I know him by now." She sighed again. "You know him, too."

"Yes..." Edward's forehead wrinkled some more as his thoughts raced. "And if we bring this Draco inside, talk to him? Would it help? Would you survive?"

"I...I...Maybe I could," she stammered. "Maybe it would."

He pulled her up from the stump and hugged her. "We will get through this. And you will be happy again. I promise. Deal?"

She looked up at him and for the first time that day, she really smiled. "Deal."

Draco was sleeping deeply, but he was twisting in the bed like a maniac, his whole chest glistening with sweat as he thrashed around the bed.

His mind was having the same weird thoughts again. Battling with himself over one guy. Jasper. The name alone caused shivers to run down his spine. He couldn't banish the thoughts, the pictures from his mind – he had tried.

He was torn inside, dreaming wildly. On the one side of the boxing ring was the powerful longing, the need, for Jasper. To be in his arms, feel him close. On the other side, a much darker Draco was shouting, raging, against the unnatural thoughts. "You're a pure-blood", he screamed, frothing at the mouth. "You're not supposed to have feelings for a guy! A Muggle," it shrieked shrilly. Slowly, the image changed into his dead mother, her eyes gloriously furious, burning with rage. "You are us," she snapped. "You are our future!"

"He can do what he want," the Longing screamed, a column of flame ten feet tall. "You don't control him. He's free!"

"He must do what is expected of him! We demand it!"

"You will not stop me," Longing shouted. "Nothing will! We will be happy!"

"I will-"

Draco suddenly awoke as he fell face down out of his bed. The dream still livid in his mind. He was shaking as he walked into the bathroom, splashing some water in his face, drying the sweat. He looked into the mirror for a long time, the water dripping from his nose and chin. Haven't I've been through enough? Couldn't life just piss on someone else for a change?

A feeling of hatred, for Jasper, for himself, for all of this situation built up in his chest. Slowly, it turned into ire burning brightly in him.

He put on a sweater and just stood in his room for a minute or so, not moving. Suddenly, he grabbed his wand and then he was gone, apparating away.

"Reducto!" He shouted, and yet another tree exploded into a flurry of matchsticks. Deep in the forest, he was cursing everything he saw, left and right, obliterating everything. It was as if all his frustration, all the turmoil, was gone for a short while, his mind at ease for a little time as he blasted away at the forest.

"Sectumsempra!" he bellowed, and a rabbit, stupid enough to come into his vision, died horribly mutilated on the forest floor.

The shrill shriek of pain from it snapped Draco out of it. He was breathing heavily and looked around him. In a circle of fifty feet around him, nothing stood. It looked as if someone had dropped a bomb on an unsuspecting forest.

He was shocked for a moment at what he had done.

You need to talk to him, his Longing spoke to him. It will help us. You must do it!

Looking around at the devastation, he had to agree to himself. If he continued like this, if he further went down that path he might snap. And if he did, the price to pay would be horrendous. For him and everyone around him.