Chapter 2.
Jasper's POV
As I search for my prey I remember what today is. It marks eight years since I had last been in Forks. Eight years since I was in the presence of pure innocent emotion, but that has now been taken. Partly by my own hand I confess, but at least I knew that my actions would hold consequences. Unlike him. Edward Cullen, someone whom I'd foolishly called brother.
It was all because Edward and my ex-wife Alice were being their usual self absorbed selves. By throwing a party for Isabella Swan, a birthday party to be exact, a birthday party she didn't even want to begin with. But Alice and Edward forced it upon her and the rest of us, declaring that it was a human experience that she simply must have. It was her fucking birthday, if she wanted it to be left the fuck alone then they should have respected her wishes. But no. It wasn't until after we left that I realised the truth. We always, always had to do what Alice and Edward wanted. Go where they wanted, wear whatever the fuck Alice says to wear and to hell with your own personal comforts, wants and desires. I should have seen these truths sooner. Like when Bella wanted to be turned into a vampire; aside from Edward's love that is the only thing she had ever asked of him, but no. No, she couldn't have it and the bastard made her feel guilty for wanting to be with him forever. Edward you fucker!
I should have fucking distracting Edward when James, a nomadic vampire who decided to hunt Bella for sport, bit her. I should have used my power to distract them all and allowed the venom to seep into Bella's system to the point of no return. No salvaging. Because then, then I never would have attacked her on her birthday; and over a simple god damn paper cut. Which is something I'm still trying to understand. Why didn't Alice see that? It wasn't a split second decision, Bella wasn't that fucking stupid I know she wasn't, and why? Why the hell did I loose my shit over a paper cut when months before I was able to be in a room where she was practically floating in a pool of her own blood? It wasn't making any sense to me, even now. Out of all the things that I have worked out since leaving Forks, leaving Bella, that is one of the few mysterious I haven't been able to fucking solve.
Movement from my intended meal snaps me back to the present. I have been doing this for the last seven years now too, hunting humans again. Alice divorced me over this shit, she didn't understand it. The reason behind why I have went back to this, and that double crossing, self-absorbed bitch, along with the stuck up 109 year virgin mid reader, turned Carlisle and Esme against me. How? By feeding them the bullshit story that was so easy to believe because I had been new to the animal diet. It was too much for me. The only reason why it was too much for me is because I had to deal with the blood lust of SIX other VAMPIRES, not just my fucking own. I could very easily go back to the animal diet right here, right now. I just don't want to. I am motivated by a much stronger need than blood lust.
Justice.
That is my motivation for hunting humans again. I mentally scoff at the term when it comes to the pricks I feed from. Taking a leaf out of my true brother's book and that of his wife and mate, I am hunting the criminals, the ones that don't even scrape the bottom of the meaning of humanity. The rapists, murderers and all those other twisted ass holes that get off on harming innocent women, men and children. Now me being a southern gent from the Civil War time, I have a real big problem when it comes to a man harming anyone, forget women and children. Because that's when I can really loose it if I'm not careful.
"Hey baby. Want to show me a good time."
I feel the woman's fear, and my own stomach churning over. Something that is both her and me. If it were possible I'd throw up from the disgusting level of lust and thrill coming from him. Peter, my brother who has a talented for just simply knowing shit, always combs through the criminal records of police stations to pick out our meal list. Yes. The man breaks into a police station, as opposed to breaking out of it.
"St-stay a-away f-from me..."
The wind blows their scents my direction and I freeze a little as the woman's perfume reminds me a little of Bella. There was always something very floral about her blood. My heart seizes up in pain, grief and guilt. A fresh wave of determination flows through me. She is the reason why I hunt humans out of justice now, and even if there was some way for a vampire to forget things, I will never forget that day.
The day that changed everything and everyone in the Cullen household.
Seven Years Ago ~Flashback~
A year. A whole damn year and that spineless, controlling dick still doesn't have the balls to go crawling back to Bella and demand forgiveness. Though I wouldn't be altogether surprised if she were to turn around and tell him to fuck himself if he went back now. A growl comes from upstairs.
Oops.
I forget. Can't go talking or even thinking about Bella now because it upsets the dumb shit who's got the ability to read mind minds. I hold no sympathy for his pain. He made the decision, he needs to learn to live with it. Just like he has forced Bella and all the rest of us too.
"Stop it Jasper."
I growl myself. He'd been pushing it with his self-loathing shit since the moment I met him, but now, now he is forever close to me removing a limb and burning it in front of him.
'You made the choice Eddie, deal with it. Bella is.'
I think to him, mentally screaming her name at him. He wasn't worthy of her. She'd been willing to give up everything for him, her parents for him. A family of her own all because she loved him so much. God, there are humans and vampires out there that would kill for such a level of love, devotion and loyalty and what does that brainless dick do? Throws it away because he's scared of hurting her. Yeah, like leaving her wasn't hurtful to her?
"I SAID ENOUGH!"
Esme, Carlisle and Alice, whom are all in the living room with me, look at me with reproach. I couldn't give a shit anymore. I was done with his ass.
"I'm not about to apologize for where my thoughts go. I'm not editing anymore to appease his foolish ass."
"Neither am I."
Ah Rosalie. The blood sister I was long denied, actually, we're not even venom siblings but whatever. Point is that woman gets where I'm coming from, as does Emmett, her husband and mate. He was the least willing to leave his baby sister and put up the biggest fight. Wasn't until Eddie boy brought Rosalie into the discussion that he caved. Rosalie and Emmett sit down next to me, or rather Emmett does and he pulls Rosalie onto his lap.
As we are forced to watch a fucking fashion show by Alice, my phone beeps. Pulling it out of my pocket I see I have a message from Peter.
Turn on the national news. Now.
I'm so sorry.
Peter.
I feel something that I haven't felt in a year creeping up on me. Fear. Grabbing the remote off of the coffee table I put the news on.
"Jazzy."
I don't hear her. My eyes are too busy looking at the screen. My ears listening to the report.
"Good evening Brooke. The small town of Forks is in a state of mourning tonight after receiving word that a missing teen has been found. Isabella Swan was found raped and murdered just outside the borders of Forks at three this afternoon."
Pain. Heart shattering, gut wrenching, soul destroying pain. That is all I felt. I couldn't move. I couldn't think, and it was a damn good thing that I'm a vampire because I would have died through losing the ability to breathe. Bella was dead.
Bella is dead.
"But that isn't all. Her father Charles Swan, the Chief of Police in this town, has also been found dead. Chief Swan led the search in finding his missing daughter only to disappear himself yesterday afternoon. Now, the FBI is on route to this shock ridden town to find the killer or killers of these two upstanding members of the community. Isabella herself disappeared mere days before her nineteenth birthday and was planning to explore Europe before going off to college. Now through a cruel cowardly act, her dreams will no longer happen. She is survived by her mother only, Renee Dwyer. This is Sarah Addams reporting for Fox. Back to you in the studio."
I didn't notice that Edward had come down. Esme was dry sobbing into Carlisle's chest, and he was dry sobbing too. Emmett, was being comforted by Rosalie as he dry sobbed himself. Rosalie was enraged though. Murderous. As I come out of my self-inflicted numbness, I realize that her anger is a mere speck of dust on a radar compared to my own.
"This, Eddie, is all your fault."
Dead fucking silence. I get to my feet, and stare at him. Not even when I served Maria have I experienced a level of rage like this. Eddie, showing how stupid he is tries to speak.
"Do. NOT. Talk. To. Me."
Wisely enough, he shuts his god damn mouth. My body was shaking with the level of rage that I am trying to suppress.
"If you had just turned her like she asked. Like our laws demanded, this whole thing could have been avoided, but no. You had to be a self-centred, self-loathing prick didn't you? What was so difficult to grasp about the fact that she loved you? Wanted to be with you as your equal? You dared to tell her you loved her, yet you left her, rejected her again and again. Made her feel unworthy of you. You don't know the first thing about love or what it takes to love someone because if you did, you would have turned her the second she asked you to, and now she's gone. Never coming back. You took a decision regarding her life away from her, Cullen. It would have been more humane of you if you'd just drank her dry that day in biology."
Alice gasps. I shoot her a vicious glare silencing her where she sits. The veil has been ripped from me through this news; she was no better than him. I turn my attention back to Edward, giving him a long, hard, cold glare. One that has him shaking, literally, where he stands.
"As of now, you are officially my enemy for this."
~End of flashback~
I had went hunting after that. Hunted a drug dealer who was also trafficking women as sex slaves, freed the women and killed him where he stood. Destroyed all signs of life in the building afterwards. He had those women; actually, they weren't officially women in the eyes of myself or the law. They were girls, the same age as Bella, and he had them high off of their minds. They more than likely had no clue how long they'd been his slaves for or where the hell they were.
The woman screams as this creep closes the distance between the two of them. Using my speed, I appear behind him, using the numbness I feel whenever I'm not hunting to bring him to his knees. Over the last year I have been able to gain greater control over my power, I can now select a single person out of a crowd. It's rather hilarious really. I keep to the shadows so that this young woman of mid twenties doesn't see me.
"You're safe. Go home, and don't leave until morning."
She didn't need to be told twice. Staggering to her feet, this woman begins to stumble out of the ally way, keeping her eyes on the man that had every intention of attacking her.
"Th-thank y-you."
With that she turns and runs, stumbling a little in her fear as she leaves. Reminding me forcibly of Bella and the way she stumbled about. I wait until I can't hear her heartbeat anymore before I bring the pathetic shit in front of me back to his senses.
"What the... What the fuck?"
I let out a growl, causing this so called human to whip round. His eyes widen in fear at the sight of me. Many of my scars are showing through the neon lighting from the nearest club. The stench of booze, drugs, lust, and in some cases, sex is burning my nose. This dead man walking is the first two, with fear raging through him.
"You enjoy harming women, don't you?"
I send him my own personal brand of truth serum. His knees buckle under the added fear I continue to send to him.
"Y-yes. Please...l-let me go."
I raise an eyebrow at him, scoffing as I do so.
"Did you heed the pleas from your victims?"
His eyes widen, knowing that he never did, which is why I won't be hearing his. I stalk slowly towards him, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back, exposing the jugular to me.
"P-please...w-what are you?"
What am I? Aside from a vampire?
"Doesn't matter. All that matters now is…you die."
He doesn't get much of a scream out before I bite his neck, his warm, drug and booze ridden blood flooding my mouth. I drain him quickly enough, before dropping him. Now all I have to do is figure out how I'm going to get rid of the body. On the plus side my car is close by.
Five minutes later the dead body is in the trunk of my Jaguar, and I hear clapping from behind me.
"Nicely chosen."
My whole body freezes. That voice. Sounds so familiar, but slightly different. Turning around slowly I feel my frozen heart squeeze at the sight before me. For there in front of me stands...
"Bella?"
A/N: What do you think? Thanks for reading, and thanks to Fairendale.