A/N First of all...huge big boobie gropes to my wonderful beta who has been on my arse to get this out and finally cracked my dickheadEx induced writers block with some choice and rather yummy pics. She also had a rather devilish idea that I've used whole heartedly and so THANK YOU, Mynxi...love and sloppy kisses to you. MWAH!

**WARNING** PLEASE NOTE THAT THERE IS SOME VERY DARK CONTENT IN THIS CHAPTER. ESPECIALLY IN THE FLASHBACK. I SUGGEST THAT ANYONE OF WEAK DISPOSITIONS JUST SKIP THAT PART, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Don't say I didn't warn you *looks stern*

J~P~O~V

I had three types of meals that I liked to go for; the pretty boys, the voluptuous girls and the asshole idiots that think they know it all. There really is nothing like introducing an asshole to his own idiocy, just before I make him writhe in agony as I eat him. It was the latter one that had caught my attention tonight.

The hunt isn't just about locating and stalking your prey, it's about finding the fun in the death. When you live forever you have to make your own entertainment. This particular asshole became a blip on my radar when I heard him ranting at his spouse. She was doing her best to try and get him calm, reminding him of episodes and cycles. Apparently he had some sort of mental disorder, or at least she thought he did. But I can sense evil, smell it. So it didn't surprise me one bit when he I heard him hit her and her whimper in pain, her fear escalated along with her determination. I smiled, it was an admirable trait, not giving up, always fighting back, and they always made for a better meal, something about the strength in their blood. He hit her again and I picked up my pace, ducking into the shadows to enable me to move faster towards the house.

I looked in through the window; she was on the floor while he loomed over her. He was shouting again, his points changing with everything that she said. He didn't care about sense or logic, he was a hypocrite and adapted his points to do nothing but disagree with hers. She was scared, she was really fucking frustrated, and her patience was coming to an end. He missed her eyes dart to a pair of crutches leaning against the wall, but I didn't and I smiled once again at this woman's tenacity.

Nevertheless, he was my meal and she wouldn't be the one to carry out justice on this poor excuse for a human. No, that was to be my pleasure.

I knocked on the door just as her determination cemented it's self, they both stuttered in their actions and to my pleasure it was him that came to the door. His irritation was like a battering ram as he flung the door open, his already small eyes narrowed into slits. He thought he was "the man", thought he was strong. He was about to be taught a lesson.

I smiled wide, enjoying the look of confusion and fear that overcame his features. And I enjoyed it even more so when he backed up slightly and started to stammer something. It didn't matter what he said, my throat was on fire, my instincts were honed and I grabbed him by the neck and threw him back into the house. Quickly, I entered the abode and closed the door behind me, he was sputtering and wheezing on the floor, trying to breathe. I had crushed his windpipe just enough that breathing was almost impossible and the meagre amount of oxygen that he was drawing in was doing nothing other than prolonging his torture. I wanted to take pleasure in this kill, prolong it as long as my bloodlust would allow. Which, granted, wouldn't be all that long. Well, not for me, for him it would feel like a whole lot longer.

The woman made her appearance then, staring in shock at me. She would have been beautiful, if she had been taken care of. I could see the potential; what this scum had stolen from her. She looked tired, black circles under her eyes, lines that had taken root prematurely on her face. She was tired, tired of everything that this bastard had forced upon her. But not living, no she fought to live, she was ready to fight him. She still had that need to get past him, to be more than him. She stood there; didn't make a sound, no screams or pleadings of mercy for herself or her husband. Even so, I sent her a good dose of trust and peace. It wouldn't do for her to find her voice once she witnessed what was about to happen.

I stalked my prey, cocking my head to the side and laughing lightly as he tried to scramble away from me. Funny how difficult it is to move when you're body is being deprived of enough oxygen to function properly. Still, a human tends to be stubborn in its last moments, that survival instinct that they talk and theorise about so much. It's what makes the hunt so much goddamn fun, that they fight even when it's beyond futile.

Keeping the woman in my peripheral vision, I closed in on the asshole, upping his fear every so often. It was always amusing to toy with human emotions, they may not feel as strongly as vampires, but they are so very easy to manipulate. I grabbed his ankle, not bothering to be gentle and the sharp snap of bone shocked the room. I smiled as he wheezed in pain, wishing that I'd had the luxury of allowing him to scream, and chuckled as the woman didn't even flinch, she just watched with calm and probably morbid fascination. It didn't matter to me, that she was quiet was all I wanted.

I let the shit try to scream for a few seconds before I hauled him up into the air by his ruined ankle, throwing him up and catching him by his throat on his way down. What can I say? I like to play with my food. I brought him close enough to whisper into his ear.

"I should do more than this, I should take you somewhere quiet, where I can work on you in peace and your screams are there for nothing more than my amusement."

I wasted no more time, biting into his neck, my teeth slicing through his skin as if it were nothing. His blood was thick, slightly bitter from alcohol consumption and nicotine, but blood is blood, and it is always sweet. I pulled it down in long swallows, my throat convulsing around the warm velvet liquid, lost in a haze of blood I crushed his shoulders without thinking. This bastard's last fighting move was to convulse just once. Just once and then...nothing.

I dropped him without thought, my attention once again on the woman. She was where I had left her, watching me, silent. I moved towards her, stalked her actually. My eyes would still be black, my thirst not entirely sated, my mindset still set in that of a hunter. A predator. Still, I didn't let her flinch. This was never about saving this woman, this was about my sustenance, my meal. She would just be second course; dessert. But her death wouldn't be about fear and pain. While I might not care enough to spare her life, I wanted her to go out with a bang, a man's got to reaffirm his ego.

I reached her, looming over her and looking down. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and pupils beginning to dilate as I changed the emotional template that I was using on her. I smirked lazily as her arousal began to scent the room. Her lips parted, her pulse throbbing in her neck, her blood rushing and heating and becoming even sweeter. Her breathing became pants and she moved for the first time, her legs moving back and forth as she tried to relieve that fire that was going on in her groin. No doubt, this would be the best orgasm of her life, I doubted that fucknut over there would've been able to do anything other than make sure he was finished.

I didn't intend to take long; there was no intent to touch her, I simply amped up her pleasure until she was just about to explode. I leant down, brushing my lips against hers and then shot her full of ecstasy. Her scream as I bit down into her neck was throaty and distorted with the force of her orgasm. She didn't feel the sting of my teeth or the burn of my venom. She was in a state of nirvana until she lost consciousness. Her lifeless body fell to the floor as I wiped my mouth, licking my fingers and savouring her taste. Arousal really does add a certain musky sweetness to a meal.

"Always have to play with your food, don't you, Major." An amused voice intoned from behind me.

I laughed, turning to see my right hand man and second in command standing in the doorway. I walked over to him and ran my nose along his cheek, I made sure that my thigh was pressed against his burgeoning erection, and then spoke low into his ear, "You're jealous, I can make a woman come so hard she forgets her own name and that I do it without touching her?"

I chuckled as I felt his lust become tinged with frustration as I walked past him, I laughed outright when I heard his muttered 'tease' while I walked out the door. Peter and I had an interesting relationship, throw in his mates and we usually had something to keep us busy on our down times. Having a mated trio to play with has helped me keep busy and my mind off shit that it had no business dwelling on. I had found one of my mates, spent a decade together filled with blood and sex. Until his conscience had gotten the better of him and he'd run back to his family. I growled quietly at the thought, he'd gone back to feeding from animals, it's just so unnatural.

I forced myself to get back to the matter at hand and the two bodies I had left behind.I didn't worry about disposal, Peter would handle that shit. I walked away from the house, and the whooshing sound of flames hit my ears a couple of minutes later and Peter re-joined me soon after that.

"Seems they had a gas leak. Ain't that a bitch?" he said as he fell into step behind me, adjusting his still hard cock in his pants and making sure that I saw.

"You're such a fucking fire bug, Peter," I said, making a turn that would take us to our car and ignoring his action.

I saw Peter shrug out of the corner of my eye. "Get's the job done, don't it?"

"That it does, Peter, that it does." I looked at him as we reach the car. The wily bastard was nervous and resentful. Normally, I'd put that down to my teasing back in the house, but the nervousness had me worried. Peter doesn't get nervous. Ever. "Spill it, Peter, what's got your panties in a twist?"

He glanced at me as we approached the car, opening the passenger door and climbing in. Peter stayed annoyingly and unusually quiet. Peter is never quiet. Ever. I sat in the driver's seat staring at him. Peter sat there all stoic and staring out of the front window. Bastard.

"Captain," I growled out eventually, sick of waiting for him to fill me in.

He rolled his eyes and I shot him full of my irritation, that woke the bastard up from his subordinate stupor. "I have intel." He paused for a second, grinding his teeth together when he looked at me. "It involves the Cullen's. Specifically E-"

"Don't you fucking dare say it," I seethed, he knew better than this.

"Do you see why I ain't been hammerin' at the door to fill you in on this?" Peter answered back, the fucker never put up with my shit.

I closed my eyes, trying to find my calm again. There was one thing and one thing only that was guaranteed to make me lose my shit.

"Just fucking say it, Peter. Get it the fuck over with." I didn't bother opening my eyes.

"He's found the third." Peter spoke carefully and my eyes flew open. You have to be fucking kidding me. "A human female."

I stared at him in shock. "Human? Has he made contact?" I asked, pulling out onto the road and speeding off to our rendezvous with Charlotte.

Peter laughed, and it wasn't amused. "Yeah, you could say that. They're in a relationship. She knows everythin'...though, I'd wager not everythin' that includes you."

I snarled, spinning the car into a parking space and waiting just long enough for Charlotte to get in and shut the door before spinning the wheels in my haste to get back onto the road.

"Major, is there a reason why you're drivin' me around like a sack of potatoes?" Charlotte asked calmly, sitting with her back against the doors and one of her long legs crossed over the other and catching a drop of blood from the corner of her mouth with her finger and licking it.

"Where's Maria?" I asked, ignoring her question.

Charlotte smirked, her red eyes shining with amusement, "She got a little caught up with a group of college boys she found. You know how she likes to get her fill."

Peter laughed from beside me. "She not sharin' tonight?"

"No Baby, I found my own fun. I wasn't in the mood for meat." She grinned and raised her eyebrows playfully.

Peter's lust was rising again and I really wasn't in the mood for this, "Peter! Back on topic for fucks sake."

He glared at me for a second before answering, "They've been together for just over six months, the human has just turned 18. They had a nice little family get together for it, including a paper cut that none of the furries took advantage of." He rolled his eyes, disgust rolling off him at the Cullen's choice of diet. "According to the intel, they met at high school. But more interestin' is the fact that E...he...can't read her mind. She's completely silent to him."

"She's a Null?" I asked in surprise, a 'Null' was a rare find, the ability to nullify any power. She would be very sought after if that were the case.

Peter shook his head, "No, that little pixie 8-ball can see her just fine with those visions of hers and he ain't got no troubles readin' anyone else's mind. I reckon she's a shield, whether or not its personal or battle useful remains to be seen."

"It doesn't matter whether she'll be able to shield the whole of the Volturi and Southern Armies combined...she won't be going into battle," I ground out.

"You goin' soft on us, Major? The human mate makin' your protective instincts kick in?" Peter taunted. Bastard.

I turned to him, calm and dangerous, "You want to test that theory, Captain?"

He became serious instantly. "No, Major."

I nodded once. "They're still in Forks?"

"Yup, they're still pretendin' on bein' human. Fuckin' high school, over and over again. Talk about hell. Jesus, there is no way in hell that you'll catch me doin' that shit."

I smirked, then laughed loud and long as a plan formed in my head. Peter and I had worked together for decades. After I'd turned the wily bastard, it had become obvious that he and Maria were part of a trio. Made shit easier for me, that hell bitch was much easier to handle when she was getting regular cock from one third of her soul. Charlotte had come along a couple of decades later. The three of them are formidable to say the least. Neither Peter nor Charlotte are gifted, but Peter's talents for intel retrieval and Char's fighting skills meant that paring them with Maria's dream-walking ability gave them an edge above the rest. Add to that my fine ass and you have a more or less unstoppable force. It was the sole reason that the Volturi sought our partnership instead of wiping us out during the Southern Wars.

And that brings us to our current positions, me as Aro's right hand man and Peter as mine. Maria's ability meant that she could gain control of most people, or at the very least gain access to their dreams. We found out after some experimentation that we can combine gifts, or rather, I can manipulate the shit out of the victim, making it easier for Maria's manipulations to take hold. We held most of the world's leaders in our pockets, or to a certain extent, in their own dreams.

I turned into the driveway of the house that we had procured for the night, the door opening to reveal Maria as we all climbed out, apparently her college boys were no more. I was still laughing my ass off, which was fuelled by the worried looks I was getting from Peter and Charlotte. Maria just looked amused; she knew full well that there was something running around my head, though I bet my right nut that she'll be just as pissed as the others when I reveal my decision. But for now, she was letting her anticipation get the better of her, thinking that I had some juicy plan up my sleeve, that'd give her a chance for a whole lot of blood play. I smirked, all dark and shit, there would only be one trio taking part in blood play.

Flashback

We were running through the dark streets of London, the odd car moving slowly along the snow covered road. The moon was full, casting its silver light over the cityscape and making it look ethereal. I couldn't help the glance to my partner running at my side. His bronze hair was slicked back, the moon glinting off both it and his pale skin, he was glowing almost, absolutely fucking breath taking and all I wanted to do in that moment was throw him down and be inside him.

His slow, crooked smirk and emotions that screamed 'cat that ate the canary', let me know that he'd been listening to my thoughts.

"I cannot help it when they are screamed at me, Whitlock," he said, licking his lips and almost making me break stride as his lust sky rocketed.

"Now, now, Masen, what's going through that dirty mind of yours?"

He didn't answer right away, I just found myself tumbling into the snow. We were nothing but a blur of limbs, skidding along the compacted dirt floor of the alley until we came to a stop. Masen pinning me beneath him, not a position I had any sort of problem with. His eyes were black, a stark contrast to the white of his face and the shock of bronze on his head that flopped down, now that his hair had been shaken free. I could feel him, just as hard as I was, and pressing against my thigh.

"Stay," he growled out the order, and I obeyed, watching his lithe form travel up the alley way and disappear for just a second. I grinned, putting my hands behind my head and resting on them, my ankles crossed as I relaxed, ready to watch the show unfold.

He didn't return alone, he was carrying a struggling woman in his arms, her dress already torn from her attempts to flee and her fear already making the smell of her blood stronger. Masen kept his eyes on me as he stopped close enough that her feet were scuffling against my boots as she carried on her desperate and useless attempts to get away from him. He bit into her neck, purposely causing a spray of blood to arch out and hit me across my chest, neck, and face. I barely resisted the urge to lick my lips, knowing that he liked to have that pleasure for himself when he got into this frame of mind, he always liked to do that the most. He drained her almost to the point of unconsciousness, before holding her over me and slitting her throat. We weren't really feeding, this was hedonistic and lust driven.

I opened my mouth eagerly, drinking down as much of the blood as I could and lavishing in the feeling of this woman's life blood running all over my skin. Eventually, her bloodless corpse was thrown aside and the night sky was replaced by a menacing looking Masen. He licked at his lips as he looked at me, all hunger and desire and need.

"Look at you all covered in sweetness and red." I growled lowly while he smirked, coming closer and running his hand up my leg till he reached my hard cock and squeezed just...fucking...right. "Clara was her name...the name of the woman whose life's blood now flows in us...and all over you." To make his point, Masen ran his finger across my neck and then sucked it into his mouth. "I really should've stripped you first...there would be nothing better than sucking this off your cock right now, Whitlock"

End Flashback

Cursing myself for getting mired down in that memory, I walked straight up to Maria and, in an attempt to get back to the present, I wrapped my arm around her waist, tipped her backwards and kissed her long and hard. Playing with Maria's emotions was always easy, she really was a sadistic bitch and for her, sex goes hand in hand with that. Moving from her lips I bent my head down to kiss along her throat, all the while whispering to her about my latest kill and manipulating her so that she felt each and every part of it. She was a quivering mess in my arms by the time I was finished.

"Jasper, kindly give us the courtesy of knowin' what's goin' on in that head of yours before you stick your tongue down my mates throat." Char spoke, trying to sound bored and nonchalant. It wasn't working.

I looked up at her and Peter, a shit eating grin on my face and a dazed Maria in my arms. "Well, Peter, we need to make arrangements for travelling. I have a mate to meet, another that I need to get...reacquainted with and both that need claiming. Boys and girls...we're going back to high school."

A/N oh...you all know what to do so go ahead and do it :D Pretty please with a nekkid Jasper on top? Edward? Both?