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Chapter Two

JPOV

"What the fuck is going on here?" I yelled as I sprinted over to Edward and punched him hard enough to leave cracks in his marble face.

About that time, Bella came racing down the stairs, her hair still wet from the apparent shower she just got out of. She saw the spectacle before her and immediately burst out into a hysterical frenzy. "You f- fucking bastard! H- How could you? And with my b- best fucking friend! I fucking hate you!" She stormed over to him and grabbed the nearest heavy object, which happened to be Emmett's favorite baseball bat. Oh, shit. Then she rounded on Alice. "And you! You were my best friend! M- my sister! I can't believe you would do this to me, either of you! You're getting married tomorrow! You can both rot in Hell." She brought the baseball bat up and prepared to take a swing at Edward's head before I reached out and swiftly snatched it from her.

"Trust me, I would like nothing more than to see him get his head split open, but all this would do is splinter on contact. Then Emmett would be pissed." I looked at her, and she shook her head before running back upstairs.

Alice glanced frantically around as she layed there, still naked and on Edward. She quickly got up when she noticed this, and I could feel the embarrassment and regret rolling off of her in thick waves. She ran towards her room. As soon as she was out of the way, I grabbed Edward and continued beating the shit out of him. He was too distraught by being caught with Alice to even want to retaliate towards me. I took advantage of this and dislocated his arms, broke his legs, and fractured his skull. He had cracks covering every inch of his body. He might die any minute. That thought made me smile as I planned a better, longer lasting torture. One that couldn't be fixed by hunting.

I wrapped a sheet around my hand before quickly grabbing his dick and yanking. I felt the muscles and tissues disconnect as Edward howled in outrage and pain. I smirked at the twisted features on his face as he writhed under me in pure agony. I loved every minute of this.

Just then I heard two sets of footsteps and my sight was filled a moment later by Emmett and Peter, their faces stuck in a mixture of horror and confusion.

Edward was in too much pain then to focus or function, let alone stand. I got up off of him and threw a disgusted glace at Alice, who was curled up in a small ball in the corner. I glanced at my watch, noting that we still had four hours to kill before Esme and Carlisle were due to be home. I sat down on the couch and took a deep breath as I thought of a way to make enough sense of this situation to explain it to the guys. I decided to go straight for it.

"I went out to hunt, thought I'd go home for a minute before you guys missed me too much, and found her bouncing on his dick and screaming his name. My fiance, fucking my brother. Great sight to see the night before marrying the girl. My fucking brother, of all people..." I trailed off, smashing my head in my hands.

"Oh, and Bella saw too," I added without looking up. I didn't need to see their faces to know what they were feeling. Emmett was angry, revengeful, and a bit jealous. He was the only brother who hadn't fucked Alice yet, not that he really wanted to. I think it was just the point of it all. Peter was angry, too, but he was also sad. He knew how much I loved Alice, knew I would go to the ends of the earth just to see her perky, pixie-like face light up. He just wanted to see me happy, but he wanted what was best for me in the long run.

Emmett was the first to speak. "So, what now? Should we just leave him like that, or should we finish him off?" I heard Edward whimper in response.

Emmett's question shocked me. "What do you mean?"

Emmett rolled his eyes. "I mean, do we just leave him here for Carlisle and Esme to find, and we can go back to the club? Or do we finish him off?" I was silent for a minute. I didn't think Emmett would actually go to that extent to get revenge on Edward. Why would he? It wasn't like he ever tried anything with Rosalie. Emmett must have seen the confusion on my face. "You're my brother, Jasper." He said, as if it was a 'duh' kind of question.

I shook my head again. "So is he, Emmett. You're known him a lot longer than you've known me."

"You're wrong. He's not my brother anymore, he gave up that privilege when he fucked Alice. You, on the other hand, will always be my brother. And family... well... true family, sticks together. So, do we kill him?" He eyed Edward's broken body as he said this to me, flashing a warning to him in his eyes that he wasn't joking about anything he just said. I thought about his words for a moment. I knew that it wasn't right to kill Edward.. but oh, how I wanted to watch him burn. The Major was coming out. I could feel it.

Then, out of the blue, I felt something different. A slight tug in my heart, edging me to leave him alone and let it go. I fought with that internal tug, stabbing it away, but it never left. I knew I'd lost the battle.

"Leave him alone, Em. He's not worth the scum off Maria's shoes," I said, referencing to my first love, the woman who changed me. Emmett knew I was serious; I never brought up my days as an early vampire unless it was absolutely necessary. I hated to think about what my job was. I didn't care at first, I thought the same way Maria did. If the newborn was of no use anymore, dispose of it. I soon came to realize that it was wrong. When Peter and Charlotte escaped and came back, telling me there was a different way to live up north, I left without a doubt in my mind. I knew by then that the love Maria claimed to have for me was nothing but a lie, used to drive me to do her bidding. I hated her for it. If I killed Edward, I would be no better than her.

"Can I at least go kick him?" Emmett pleaded with me. I laughed, but it didn't reach my eyes.

"Leave him alone, bro," I said. He pouted, but listened anyway. "I'll be back" he said before running out the door. Probably had to go hunt, I thought.

Peter came over and sat down beside me. "Are you okay, J?"

"Shit happens, life goes on, Peter." Peter knew my better than anyone else. Sometimes, I thought he knew me better than I did. I knew he saw through my lies. He gave me a one armed hug.
"Maybe you should go get some fresh air," he suggested. I nodded, knowing he wanted a moment alone with Edward.

I walked outside and sat down on a large boulder, venom stinging my eyes. I knew if I was still human, I would be having a breakdown right now. How could Edward do this to me? No, the real question was how could Alice do this to me? We were getting married tomorrow. We'd been together for decades, fought for each other, stood by the side of the other through thick and thin. My cold, dead heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest. There was a burning fire inside me, not unlike the one I felt when I was being changed. This was unbearable. And the worst part was I could feel the love between them! I knew this was not some fling; they were in love.

I heard Emmett walking up behind me and I stood up, fixing my appearance. "You okay, bro?" He asked quietly. I looked him in the eyes and let him feel everything I was feeling. I duplicated my feelings, pushing on to him the pain, fear, rejection, hurt, anger, betrayal, and every other emotion that was rushing through my lifeless heart at the moment. It was enough to bring him to his knees.

"Make it stop," he grunted, his black eyes pleading up at me from the ground. "Please," he whispered. I instantly withdrew the feelings I had projected into him. He remained on his knees, taking deep, unnecessary breaths to calm himself. He stood up with shaky knees. "How are you handling that?" He asked, his breath still ragged.

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. "I shut down," I answered truthfully. "I forced apathy into my system. It's not that I don't feel it or care, I just shut it out. I'm hurting so bad I'm numb."

As I said this, I thought about how true my words were. The pain in my chest hadn't subsided, I just shut it out. I made myself a walking zombie. No pun intended. I heard leaves rustle as Emmett's eyes widened, and I felt fear, regret, and self-hatred approaching me. I didn't have to look to know who it was.

"I'll leave you two to talk," Emmett muttered as he walked away.

I sat back down on the boulder as Alice stepped in front of me. Nothing was said for who knows how long. The seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours. Time was irrelevant to vampires; we didn't even register it unless we had to. Eventually the aggravating silence maddened Alice, and she whispered the two words I was most unwilling to answer.

"What now?"