Edward POV

Wednesday

I stared hard at the spot where I'd seen it, three days before. It had to be somewhere in the house. I was hoping to catch it outside Jasper's door again.

The door swung open and Jasper appeared, supported by Peter's arm. "Eddie… what are you doing?" he yawned.

"Waiting. Go away."

"This is my room. I don't have to go away."

I sighed and just ignored him, gazing at the spot. Peter murmured to him soothingly and led him down the hall to find Carlisle, no doubt for his medicine.

Carlisle had been wanting Jasper to walk at least once a day, trying to strengthen him more. Jasper hated it. I knew it hurt him and that for once, Carlisle was probably wrong, but no one said anything.

I returned my eyes to the spot and gave up after a minute or so. The thing wasn't here.

Where the hell was it? What the hell was it?

Friday

Jasper was sleeping in his room, tired from his daily exercises Carlisle had him doing. I was sitting across from his doorway… waiting. I wouldn't let it hurt Jasper when it showed back up.

There it was.

I leapt to my feet, snarling. "You!"

The… thing… made an odd noise that might've passed for laughter. It infuriated me that I still couldn't properly hear it's thoughts, only that damn faint humming noise.

And it vanished again.

Jasper POV

Something touched my face as I slept.

It was cold. I didn't like it. Make it stop, I wanted to tell Peter, but I could sense he wasn't here with me.

Slowly, my eyes opened.

And I gasped.

Something was standing over me, leering. And I knew it was the creature I'd been so afraid of, finally come to kill me.

"P-Peter-" I tried to cry out.

In an instant, it's hand was on my throat, constricting, cutting off my air supply. My eyes widened with fear, less from the lack of unneeded air than from shock.

"No! Stop-" My voice was choked, and then silenced as the cold, ghostly hand tightened. The hand was barely there- like a ghost. How was it so strong?

I stared at it, trying to see better. It was difficult- the face was almost see-through. I didn't like that I couldn't see it, that I could barely feel its emotions. It disturbed me.

I tried to fight. I really did.

This was a short one, and it left off with a sort-of cliffhanger, but this was the best place for me to end it for now. What happens to our Jasper?