Please keep in mind that this story is my main priority, and the others will be updated less frequently than this one. But most of them will be updated at some point.

Peter POV

I stepped into Jasper's room, having been told to go check on him.

But nothing could be right, could it?

The first thing I noticed was Jasper, sitting up in bed but slumped over, his head sagging. His eyes were open.

Not. Normal.

They were completely vacant, unseeing, and this weird color. I couldn't even pinpoint what it was. I swear my dead heart stuttered when I saw them.

"Carlisle!"

He rushed in, and immediately noticed Jasper. "What..?" He bent over him.

I was terrified, something that rarely happened. Jasper, my brother, my friend…

No, no, no, no.

Emmett POV

Jasper was at least breathing again.

He hadn't regained consciousness, but Carlisle was hoping he would soon. Edward was sitting outside Jasper's room, staring at the door intently. I personally thought he was losing it, you know? He'd been out there for hours.

No one understood just what had happened. Five minutes. No one had been with him for five minutes and that's all it took for something to go horribly wrong.

Edward insisted it was a demon, a monster, something like that. I wasn't sure whether to believe it or not. Everyone knew Jasper and Edward had sensed some strange presence here but we hadn't paid much attention.

Not to mention I still thought Edward was losing it.

I listened for noises upstairs and heard nothing but Jasper's steady breathing and a bit of mumbling from Edward now and then.

Eventually Esme convinced Edward to walk away from his place outside the bedroom for a while. She wanted him to forget about it, and he reluctantly agreed to, muttering a "for now". I rolled my eyes.

Jasper woke up later that night, but he wasn't exactly coherent, I guess, when I went to see him. He stared at me with heavy eyes, mumbling something incomprehensible sometimes.

After a while, I just gave up and went downstairs. Maybe he'd be more alert tomorrow.

Carlisle gathered us all- with the exception of Peter and Alice- into the living room to talk. God, I dreaded his talks.

He told us he was worried that Jasper was brain-damaged from the attack and a bunch of other stuff that I tuned out- blah blah blah. Who cared? I got the point, didn't I?

Jasper would be fine, for God's sake. He was strong. Overprotective Carlisle and Alice just didn't get that.

Kay, so that's that. I'm sorry it wasn't longer, but I was worried I wouldn't find a better place to end it.

Also, chapters may be a little shorter than usual for a while, I've been busy.

Teasers go out to reviewers, and if you'd like me to, I can send you an outtake of Carlisle's talk from the POV of someone who paid attention to it. :P

Thank you to all people following my story regardless of crappy writing, and thanks for the encouragement. I love you all. This goes out to you lurkers, too.