Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all of its charcters.

JPOV

"Alice baby, I gotta' go, Darlin'. I just got some figurin' I got to do on my own. I will try to be back just as soon as I can. But there are things I gotta' figure out. I can't live without a purpose anymore. I gotta know why I'm here and what I need to be doing with this unlife I was thrown into."

"Jazzy, I know, I've seen it. You will find what it is your searching for. I don't know how long its going to take, but you will figure it out and come back to me and be a better man for it. Just take your time, and it will find you."

I grab a backpack, throw my wallet, various id's, passports, and a change of clothes and then head for my Dodge Tomahawk. Its the fastest motorcycle ever built. At $500,000 it should be, of course there is only ten in production to date, and the wranglin' I had to do to get it you wouldn't believe. But it was so worth it. It isn't street legal, but when your going 419mph it doesn't really matter, because really whos gonna catch ya on it. Actually there isn't a single Tomahawk that is owned by a human. Really its for the best because they just couldn't handle the speed of it. One slight tremor going that speed and its all over for them.

The freedom, the wind, and just power beneath me is intoxicating. I jump on the interstate and head east. A few days pass before I get to a somewhat deserted area and decide to hunt for a bit to just move around for awhile. I take my time and finally track a mountain lion, he quickly aknowledges that hes not at the top of the food chain at the moment and leaps from branch to branch before colliding with the ground running. Hes fast but not fast enough. The heat, and pulsing blood rushing up to me glides down my throat easily. The taste is somehow sweeter, when you are just taking your time, being free. I dispose of him under some fallen trees, and start walking back towards my tomahawk.

My phone silences the quiet of the forest. "What you got yourself into this time?"

It was Peter of course. Who else would know what a mess I've made of myself these past fifty years or so. "Ah, Peter, so wonderful to hear from you," my sarcasm is leaking out.

"Wonderful, really, Major. Just what the hell have those Cullens done to you. Wonderful, pfft."

"What is it, Captian? I'm in no mood for your shit today. Spit it out and get on with it."

"Your going to be needing me soon ya jackass. So get your ass on that damn crazy ass bike and get down here. I'm waiting. And Char says hurry the fuck up. Ow! Damn woman, do you have to hit me so hard." i could hear Peter rubbing his head thru the phone.

"Peter I did not say that! Heya Jasper, get the fuck down here, we miss ya brother." Char said somewhere close by Peter.

I laughed, "Yeah, I'll be there within the week or so. I just want to ride for awhile."

"K, well we will see you then." Peter said.

I jump and run my way back towards my ride. Swinging tree to tree and just having a good time. I had forgotten how relaxing it could be just being myself and not worring about whatever 'slip' I was going to have next. Sliding my foot over my baby and starting her up, I decide all good rides need a name. And as of yet she hasn't one. I will have to do some thinking, her name should suit her and me, but enough ride time and I'm sure she will name herself. I ride for a few more hours until I decide I should visit good ole' Vegas for a day or two. I haven't been there since me and the pixie got together. Should be tons of fun, it is the city that never sleeps and while its sunny i can lay low in a nice suite.

I don't have to wait till nightfall to pull into the Bellagio Hotel, as I am covered from head to toe now in helmet, gloves, long sleeves, denim jeans, and boots. I make my way in to find the concierge. I want in house entertainment for the night, some Jack Daniels, and the best penthouse open. He looks like he has just hit the casinos and cashed in big, that is until he takes in my denim jeans and blond hair hanging in my eyes. I open my pack and reach into grab my black card and hand it over. His eyes light up immediatley again. I'm on the 36 floor with a 2 bedroom penthouse. Its only going to cost around 1000 a night, a deal if I do say so myself. He takes me thru the penthouse room by room asking if this is okay. I assure him it is to my liking. Asking him where the nearest boot shop is I send him on his way a few hundred dollars richer.