Author's Note: WARNING. This fic has rape, abuse, violence, sex - BOTH HETEROSEXUAL AND HOMOSEXUAL - and language. Also MPreg. There will be a male getting pregnant in this story. So if it isn't your thing, just move along, but I do recommend you give it a chance; I myself am quite excited about this story. :] There will also be major disregard for the rules of science (obviously) and Stephanie Meyer. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Threefold

Chapter Fifteen

Get me out of this place before I cause more damage -

A small price to pay for building houses out of matchsticks.

When things get too hard, you've got me to blame

For every thought that breaks out and every lover's name.

Don't forget we've got unfinished business;

Stories yet to unfold, tales that must be retold.

And I regret not knowing when to put an end to all this madness;

Keeps me wanting more.

Running from lions never felt like such a mistake.

Running From Lions - All Time Low

Inspired this chapter, for some reason.

"Find Edward, he will be able to help us."

That was the problem, though; the bitch obviously was very good at hiding. It was strange; Kayne had never had a problem picking out his mate's scent from the rest of those cold-blooded creatures. Even Jensen and Akira were coming up blank. It was like the Alpha's mate had vanished into thin air, which is impossible, of course.

So the russet, sandy and chocolate wolves kept on with their search, gradually moving away from the Reservation until their Human's voices could no longer be heard. One by one they gave short little whines when the connection was completely severed, leaving them with nothing but their instincts and their instructions; find the Alpha's mate. That was of the utmost importance to their Humans, though for what reason Akira and Jensen couldn't fathom. Of course, it was important that Kayne retrieve his mate just as it was for all Wolves to have mates, but right at this very second? It seemed they had bigger fish to fry.

Suddenly, Jensen's ears flattened and a low whine was issued from his throat, catching his older brothers' attentions. Both Akira and Kayne pricked their ears towards the smaller, sandy wolf and followed when Jensen took off, bolting through the forest with a speed to rival light. They soon came across a clearing, immersed in many different scents but one stood out strong and clear; the Alpha's mate.

Problem was…there were other things there. Cold Ones had passed this way, aside from Edward. And…they were hard to distinguish. Kayne had learned to associate his mate with one he desired - heat, sex, the forest, Edward smelled like all of those - except there was another one…slightly different but very much desirable. Without Jacob in his head to guide him Kayne was at a loss, and it wasn't like he could just go to Jacob and ask him to smell which one was his mate. Think of the shame! - A Wolf asking his Human for help identifying a scent! He'd never hear the end of it!

Edward scent was, by the definition of an Incubus, made to alter according to who or what wanted him. And so was Bella's. Although Kayne wasn't aware of it, he was sensing both the Succubus and the Incubus, unable to distinguish between the two desirable scents. And the russet Alpha was unwilling to split up his Pack, due to the fact that Abel was still at large - wounded but at large - and he didn't want to risk anyone else getting injured…or Abel being killed by anything other than his own bite.

So Jacob's Wolf did what the only option seemed to be; he picked one of two and followed it. It seemed to lead him in the right direction anyway; towards the Cullen mansion and so with three harmonized howls the hunt was on; three large animals barrelling through the forest in an attempt to reach the creature their Humans thought was so important.

Who knew; perhaps time will tell why Edward was essential to everything.

The first emotion I felt was panic.

I was disoriented; no idea where I was or how I got there, or how long I had been wherever I was. I was also feeling something I hadn't truly felt for almost a century - weariness. The kind of groggy awareness that comes from just waking up. How can I have just woken up, though? I'm a freaking vampire - I don't sleep! And yet I could feel my eyes opening, huge amounts of lethargy sweeping through my body when I tried to move. Eventually I gave up the idea as fruitless and relaxed myself against…

What?

I shifted a little where I lay - on a bed. There were soft, silken sheets surrounding me, burying me in their wine-coloured depths and I had a thick cream comforter spread over my body, wound tightly around myself as though I had been cold and sought warmth in the blanket. Perhaps I had - I could feel a chill radiating from behind me, and even as I became aware of it, it seemed to spread, to encircle me and pull me more closely to it. I shivered.

What the fuck is going on?

I'm not meant to get cold.

I'm not meant to get tired.

I'm not supposed to be here. This didn't smell like the house. There was an open window nearby, letting in the moderately warm afternoon breeze - I guessed it was around the afternoon, on the optimistic assumption that I had only been out an hour at most- and scents came with it, vaguely familiar but it was like someone had stuffed cotton into my nose, deadening my sense of smell. I couldn't place myself.

The last thing I remembered was…was Bella. And Carlisle over the phone. They must have found me. Taken me somewhere. I could feel a clenching in my stomach at the last memories I had - Bella, writhing above me as I thrust into her and filled her with my come, having just fantasized about Jacob to get there.

Fuck my life.

I shivered again, desperately curling up on myself like mammals do to conserve body heat, and was then made aware of two hard, stone arms wrapped around me. A slight movement of my hand confirmed their existence; strong, muscled and very, very cold.

"Carlisle." My voice was slurred, my body shaking as I realized he was right behind me, and I had barely the energy to move anywhere. Why was that? Was I just so weak after feeding from Jacob, not a few hours ago? - again, assuming I had only been out for about an hour. Did my body use up the little I'd managed to get so quickly? Or…or maybe this lethargy wasn't natural. Jasper. Was Jasper here? They'd managed to get his phone, or at least fake the Caller ID. A shudder ran through me at what they could have done to my brother, the thought of what he might have gone through for my secret at Bella and Carlisle's hands.

I knew how rough Carlisle could be. I had first hand experience. And his Doctor's precision and expertise could make for some wicked torture.

"Edward." His breath ghosted over the back of my neck, and I could feel the hairs stand on end in response to the chill and proximity. Another shiver ran through me and I pulled the blanket more tightly around myself. Carlisle's grip on my body increased slightly and, loathe as I am to admit this, I couldn't help my body's response to him. I remember every touch, every smile and every beautiful thing he said to me. I also remember how he'd almost trained me, tuned me as finely as an instrument to play for his pleasure. A few tears began to well up behind my closed eyelids as I, for a brief second, felt like everything I'd just experienced…had been a bad dream. I would wake up and there would be no Esme, no Bella, no Jacob, nothing but him and I, happy and together.

A slight shifting in my gut told me otherwise. I stiffened at the same time he did.

"You left again," he murmured to me, one of his hands tracing along the slight swell of my stomach through the blanket, and though it was thick it did little to disguise the difference in body temperatures. Why was I so warm? "You're already altering yourself," he continued, to answer my unspoken question; "Warming up so you don't freeze your child." I felt more than heard his wistful sigh, thumb outlining the shape and his other arm moving up to my head, so I was cushioned on his arm and he bent it back slightly awkwardly to run it through my hair in a gesture I had found calming in the past. Now it only served to remind me how close he was to my neck, and I knew that with this lethargy I could feel sweeping through me I wouldn't be able to stop him if he decided to abort this child like he had the last.

I managed to force a single word out; "Please." But I had no idea what I was pleading for! To let me go, to let my child live? To explain things to me, make me understand. I don't know. I was so fucking tired…I felt like I could sleep forever and I could barely hear his thoughts, let alone anyone who might be near us. For all I knew we were completely alone…or all the family was here.

Carlisle seemed to come to his own conclusion about what I meant, though. He sighed again and the sheets moved just slightly as he shook his head. He rested his forehead against the back of my neck - I could tell because a few hairs of his fringe ran along my spine and made me shiver at the light contact; "You always leave, Edward, you always run away. It's my fault, really; I made you into what you are. Why did you leave, though, Edward? Why do you keep leaving me?" His voice was thick, as though he was trying to stop himself sobbing. I knew he couldn't actually cry but the heart-wrenching, pained sound hurt me all the same. I tried to reply but he cut me off; "You just left without a word…and you didn't even let me explain myself, explain why I had to do what I did, I had to get rid of that child, and you knew I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't had your best interests at heart, and then you leave anyway, you never let me touch you again, even as a Sire, or a father. And you keep leaving, keep trying to break our family apart from the inside; first you almost destroyed Jasper and Alice's relationship, almost drew him away from her, and you had to almost get Bella killed, become too close to a human. I can understand why you did it, Edward, but it still hurts me, knowing that you were once happy with me, trusted me and now you barely allow my thoughts to be heard. And now…Jacob! How could you mate with a sworn enemy - a dog? It's like you're trying to find ways to break my heart, Edward, over and over again. Was my wrongdoing so vile to you, that you have dedicated the rest of your existence to hurting me, to hurting our family?"

I hated the way he kept saying my name; the breathless, harsh quality of the word brushing past my neck and ear and, for some reason, kicking in a prey instinct I had long-ago ignored; stay perfectly still, the predator won't find you. And so I could only listen in stunned silence as he spoke, almost ranted in my ear. His voice never rose above a whisper but I could feel the anger burning in it, feel it in the way his arms tightened around me to almost the point of pain. Half of that…I hadn't even known. I'd almost caused Jasper and Alice to separate? I'd lured him away? Impossible; Jasper and I were just brothers. Very close brothers. I would have read it in his thoughts if he'd wanted more than that. And Carlisle…well, he'd struck first, hadn't he? He'd been the one to take away my child - his child - and he'd been the one to go and find the whore I called a mother, and he'd been the one to force me into this existence. No one else.

The hand in my hair stopped its movement to knot at the side of my head, making me bare my throat to Carlisle.

It took a Herculean effort to fight my exhaustion, to turn so that I was laying on my back and looking up at him. A few tears had slipped from my eyes as he spoke and I tried to reach up, cupping his face lightly with my palm like I'd used to, what seems like forever ago.

"I'm sorry," I said, and it was really all I could say. What else was there? I didn't even know; the offences against me seemed many and harsh. But I knew that whatever it took, whatever it took, I wasn't going to let Carlisle take another child away from me. I couldn't. "I'm sorry, Carlisle, I'm so, so sorry. I'm sorry that I left; I'm sorry that I hurt you; I'm sorry that I keep causing disaster wherever I go. I'm sorry that I never let myself trust you again -" though really, what have you done to deserve it? - "And I've regretted it, ever since I left I've regretted it." Lies, all lies. "I'm so stupid…but please, I'll do whatever it takes. I'll never leave again, I'll never leave your side, just please… I can't lose another child to you, Carlisle. It would kill me. Please don't take it away from me."

"You know why I have to, Edward."

"No! I don't, actually!" I answered, wanting to rage at him, to yell my anger and frustration and fear and just…I don't know, punch something, but I was immobilized. "You're a fucking Doctor, Carlisle! You're dedicated to preserving life; why would you get rid of a child? An Innocent?"

"I told you once before," he murmured, his jaw set and his eyes cold. He obviously wasn't going to budge when I was being angry with him; I would have to soften my technique. I couldn't bully my Sire into giving me the answers I wanted.

Swiftly I changed tack, instead forcing my frozen body to mould to his; I moved my hand from his face down his shoulder, sweeping lower to rest on his forearm and kept a strong grip there. I turned so I was facing him, ducking my head submissively so that I could rest against his chest and neck - it also moved my own neck away from his mouth, which helped me relax some so that I could play my role properly. "Please, Carlisle," I said to him, forcing my voice to become younger, more innocent, pleading. "Sire…" I knew he used to like it when I called him that; it made him feel powerful, in control which ultimately had always been our relationship; he was always the more dominant one and I hadn't ever minded one bit. "Make me understand." Again, I changed my terminology, letting him be the one in control of the situation, so he would tell me 'as much as he wanted' and no more.

Jacob wasn't all that wrong when he'd called me a Puppeteer; years of honing my instincts and abilities made me able to change my entire personality to suit the situation. Just as I could mould into a role, so too could I bend others into doing what I wanted.

His deep, shuddering breath let me know my efforts had paid off. He ran a hand lightly through my hair, his arms moving to encase me and bring me closer to his chest. I hated and loved the feeling of being so near him again, letting him touch me in a way I hadn't allowed, hadn't initiated and had shied away from ever since Esme.

"Edward…" His voice was soft, pleading for me to understand, and I remained silent, listening. "Do you have any idea what would happen…if anyone knew you could carry children?" I shook my head; feigning innocence always seemed to get Carlisle to spill more than he needed to - Hell, Bella's complete obliviousness to recognize the danger of ourselves had caused him to practically spell out my entire psyche to her. "If anyone found out, anyone at all, then…I can't even begin to imagine. First of all, if the Volturi didn't destroy us for bringing an Immortal Child into the world, Aro would most likely take you, force you into some perverse breeding programme. Think about it…a powerful psychic vampire, able to pass on his genetic material? Especially when not even most females can give birth to children? It's the Holy Grail for a collector such as he. I couldn't imagine that fate on you, or anyone, but I can see it happening and I don't want it to. I love you too much to be someone else's bitch, Edward." I flinched at the word, the tone his voice had taken on…especially considering that's exactly what I was now; the Alpha's bitch. "Besides…even if the Volturi somehow remained blissfully unaware of what we were doing - which I assure you they wouldn't - what would you do if the child turned feral? What if it killed you during birth, or beforehand? What if Jacob left you? What if, What if…I can give you a thousand reasons to give up that child, Edward. Can you think of a thousand to keep it?"

And I thought about it. Honest-to-goodness thought about it. When Carlisle had first told me about it…the first time, with the Immortal Children and all that…I had been younger, foolish and hadn't wanted to listen but this time I did. I really did, and I still felt the same emotion in my head and in my heart; I couldn't give up this child. Even if it killed me, I would not let another one go. If Carlisle took this one away from me I would make it my personal vendetta against him, and Bella…I would kill them both if it was the last thing I did.

"Edward?" I tilted my head to look up at him and he met my eyes; they were dark gold and his pupils were wide in the low light. A hand came up to stroke my cheek lightly and I leaned into the touch, because it reminded me so strongly of…

…Jacob.

Oh God.

Kayne, Jensen and Akira all managed to converge on the house, disturbed to find no lights on, not even a sliver of illumination from behind thick, closed drapes. The Wolves approached slowly, unnerved but courageous as they advanced and Kayne nudged the door open. It was unlocked and the door handle had even been partially turned - no opposable thumbs necessary.

Akira let out a whine of concern, ears flattened against his dark head; a trap. Kayne was quick to silence him with an almost absent flick of his tail which caught Quil's Wolf on the nose and silenced the younger brother, causing him to flinch back slightly. Jensen bounded forward with a pup's lack of fear, pushing into the house in front of Kayne only to be immersed in blackness. As their eyes adjusted they could just make out the shape of the stairs leading upwards, the recently-used kitchen…at least, recent meaning it had been used in the last month. Kayne remembered a meal that his Human had eaten and the knowledge that Jacob was trapped somewhere sent a pang of anger and hurt through the Alpha's chest.

Their claws scratched the hardwood floors, sending the noises of travel echoing uncomfortably loudly in the house. Kayne winced as Akira nudged the door shut and the click of the mechanism seemed deafening. Still, not wanting to stay in this creepy, empty house for much longer, Kayne set out for scents; he could find the one he'd followed easily enough, and pushed past human-sized doorways until he found one that was closed from him, white blending into white as the scent led him directly to a closed door; the basement. At least, Kayne dimly remembered his human being around here and assumed that's where it led.

This door didn't give way under pressure, and that made Kayne flatten his ears and whine uncertainly. Jensen and Akira had branched out around him, searching for any other possible way downwards but this seemed the only option available. It all seemed too easy, the scent was too clear and the way to go too plain. Nevertheless Kayne was getting desperate; he was starting to…well, to think differently. He was starting to forget why he was following the orders of a Human who was no longer there, who didn't come to his aid anymore and was just sitting, wasting time inside of a cage, like he had been.

But the Alpha held onto the knowledge that if he found his mate, it would be all better. Edward would make it alright.

"Where are we?" I asked, desperate to change the subject away from anything that would remind me of Jacob, of the horrible, horrible betrayal I was committing, had committed. I was no worse than Sam; at least Sam had stood up to the fucking Alpha and not run and hide like a frightened little rabbit. Honestly…I didn't deserve the Pack protection any more than I deserved…well…anything. I should have died in that hospital bed in 1918. Life would have been so much simpler…and shorter.

"Right now we're in a hotel in Port Angeles, but we won't stay here long."

"Why? Where are we going?"

"Jasper wasn't lying to you when he said he'd found a Clan of werewolves that can help you…" There was an ulterior motive behind his eyes, but I couldn't place it. I was too fucking tired. "And that's where we are going, at least until we can decide what else to do, or where to go from there."

I couldn't believe it…we were just up and leaving Forks? After everything? I couldn't…I couldn't leave Jacob like that; I had to help him! I had to help him get the human side of him back. This was wrong, so, so wrong. If only I had the strength to fucking move!

"Why am I so tired?" I asked, looking up at him. I knew he could see the green irises and I hoped it surprised him every time, reminded him of who I belonged to now. I didn't want him to think he still had any claim over me. Yes, his venom still ran in my veins and he had been my first lover, my father figure, my leader and my protector but he was also the man who rejected me, the man who took away my first child and the man who was going to take away my second, if I did nothing to stop him.

Carlisle smiled slightly, shaking his head a little. "You're so naïve, Edward. So beautifully young and innocent." I held back my snappy reply, instead bearing the humiliating description for the sake of getting my answers. He reached a hand up to brush his fingers along my cheek, lacing them in my hair and through, repeating the motion. He was petting me. "Who do you think could make you feel so tired, so completely exhausted without even being in the same room?"

It took me a while for my exhausted brain to connect the dots, and once I did horror swept through me like a tidal wave. No. It couldn't be. He was loyal to me, he was my brother…he would not betray me like this. Not even torture would make him agree to capture me, enslave me. Had I misread his loyalties? Had Carlisle managed to get him?

I could remember his thoughts, pure and clear in my head when I'd said my final goodbye to him; 'I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Edward. I swear it.' Almost my exact same words to Bella, although he couldn't have known that. Had Carlisle managed to convince him that this was the best thing for me? To take away my child, to take myself away from Jacob, just as I had convinced myself and my family that leaving Bella would have been the best thing for her after her eighteenth birthday? I couldn't even begin to fathom it; Jasper wouldn't do that to me. He couldn't.

"Jasper." The name slipped from my lips like a sob. A broken, heavy sound.

Carlisle's smile widened.

They'd been tricked! Deceived by the Cold Ones! Kayne let out a loud growl of anger. He'd managed to bust down the door by the sheer repetitive motion of throwing his body weight against it at the hinges, waiting until they cracked and gave. There was nothing downstairs, not even the cliché secret openings for dungeons and prisoners. Just crap the centuries-old leeches wanted to horde for their own sick, nostalgic purposes.

That meant they had followed the wrong scent, and Kayne was quick to rectify that. But it led to a road, and that road was covered in the smells of grease and oil and gasoline and humans. There was no vampire smell left to linger there; the delay must have washed it all away. That and the soft rain that had just begun to fall. They couldn't have gotten far, though…so Kayne would just have to pick a direction and hope for the best. He needed to consult with his Human…if that were possible. How to have a conversation between them?

How to make sure Jacob understood the situation, and the human to give orders that his Wolf would understand? Would Kayne even make it in time before he forgot exactly what the mission was? What if the Wolf lost all of his human forever…what if Jacob just faded until he was nothingness, and by the time Jacob was reunited with Edward it was too late?

What ifs…floating around the Wolf's primitive, animal mind and confusing him with things he couldn't possibly understand.

I don't know how it happened, but somehow I managed to fall asleep again, Carlisle humming gently into my hair as he continued that annoying petting motion. It wasn't the thing itself…just the principle, I guess. Like I was a tame puppy or something; like I had done something well. It made my gut tighten with the long-forgotten need to throw up.

When I opened my eyes, I knew there was someone behind me. I was on the left side of the bed, back to the door of the hotel room and I knew someone was standing there, just out of sight when I tried to turn to see them. A deep inhale and I knew the scent.

"Go away, Jasper," I growled, though the sound was half-hearted as he was currently pumping as much tiredness and relaxation vibes as anyone could take without risking incontinence in a human. The sting of his betrayal, the knowledge that he was the only reason my life and that of my child's was at risk still stung in my head and my heart. I didn't want to see the man I'd once called brother, hear his movements, smell his scent ever again. Maybe the hormones were making me overreact; after all I tended to jump to conclusions and I was begging myself to give Jasper the benefit of the doubt, but I couldn't. I didn't want to hear what he had to say.

"Please, let me explain myself." The bed behind me sank underneath his weight; he was perched sideways, thigh just brushing my spine about half-way down my back. I wanted to pull away but the lethargy held me still. And I was so tired…God I just wanted to fall asleep again. It was like I hadn't slept in years…which I guess I hadn't, but still. It was unnerving to be so completely willing to sink into unawareness when, for all I knew, Carlisle was waiting for that precise opportunity to bite into my neck and drain me.

The sudden, irrational panic swept through me and I surged through the feelings Jasper was putting out, managing to brush my hand along my neck and check for any extra, newer scars. My body shivered gently as I traced Carlisle's bite mark, but there didn't seem to be any new wound, and I couldn't smell blood. I let myself relax in relief; not that I had much choice. Jasper had sensed my spike of fear and had tried to quell it with his gift.

"I don't want to talk to you; I don't want to hear what you have to say or what you're thinking. I don't want you anywhere near me, not after this. How could you, Jasper? How could you keep me here?"

"Just listen to me, alright?" For a brief second anger flashed, red-hot and searing through the translucent waves of exhaustion, making me tense for a moment, and then the next second it was gone. "I'm keeping you here because if I wasn't with you, then none of our family would know where the fuck you are. At least this way I can keep track of you; you fucking left Jacob and that means you're out on your own, God-knows-where and you'd quickly starve, as well as possibly being attacked or picked up by some other Coven or Pack or anything. Your scent is so potent right now I doubt you'd have gotten more than a state away before something happened to you. With Carlisle and Bella and I at least you're relatively safe, and as soon as we get to the Werewolf Clan we will be in a permanent spot. That will allow Jacob to find you."

"Jacob can't fucking find me," I snarled, turning my head to look at him. The first thing I noticed was how black his eyes were. So, so dark, and it wasn't from thirst because I knew whenever Jasper was thirsty. Instinctively I shied away, but kept on; "He's a wolf now, Jasper. He isn't even human anymore; there's no human in him."

"That's bullshit. Otherwise Alice wouldn't be able to see him. Stop arguing with me, Edward -."

"Alice can't see shifters, Jasper." It was getting harder and harder to look at him, to talk to him. My anger was growing, stubborn refusal to believe anything he said to me making me hard-headed, argumentative. Again, hormone surge? It's the easiest thing to blame. "That's kind of the whole fucking point of them."

"When Sam forced Jacob and his Wolf to separate, the uncertainty that cloaks them from Alice's sight is removed. Ergo, she can see him, and his wolf both. Jacob's in the clearing where he and Sam fought and his Wolf is…well…trying to find you. I don't really get how it works but you have to believe me, Edward. Jacob's not gone, but he will be soon."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What, do you expect his unused side of the consciousness to hang around forever? When a shifter is forced out of phase the side of them that stops being used gradually fades away. That will go for Seth and Quil too, and Leah and Embry's wolves. We have time but not that much."

"Why are you telling me this?" I was still suspicious; how did he know all of this shit anyway? And why would he be telling me this stuff now as opposed to, I don't know, earlier when it would have been fucking useful? Like when I thought Jacob's human side was gone forever? Would have saved a hell of a lot of trouble. "How do you know about this anyway?"

Jasper could sense my scepticism, my distrust; he smiled sadly and shook his head. "I wasn't lying when I said there were werewolves who could help you; they know a lot about their descendants. Yeah, shifters are descended from werewolves and vampires, who knew? Anyway, they told me pretty much all I needed to know. They're really nice, actually; humans cast them in a bad light."

"Like they do us," I couldn't help but say, small smirk on my face as I looked up at him. He merely smiled back. "Then why don't you just let me go? Jacob's wolf doesn't need to find me; I'll find him and I can fix this."

Jasper shook his head. "I can't, Edward. Carlisle won't hardly allow me out of his sight, nor would he you. Besides, if you left I would have to come with you and our two scents together are easier to track. Bella as a newborn is one hell of a tracker."

"Who says you're coming with me?" I demanded, once again defensive, struck by the darkness of his eyes. The uneasy feeling only intensified when he glared at me; I felt like I was a fly being encased in black amber.

"Don't you fucking get it?" he snarled, and at once he was on top of me, pinning my body down both physically and through his gift; a surge of anger, frustration, betrayal and desire hit me full-force, unadulterated emotion flowing from Jasper's being. "With an Incubus…everyone goes crazy. There's no reason, no restraint, no control. Only instinct, and we as vampires have fierce instincts. We are dominant animals and won't hesitate to seize control over something that smells so…desirable. You won't make it anywhere without someone to look out for you smelling like that…like this. The sooner you accept that, Edward, the better." He leaned in as he spoke about my scent, taking in a deep breath as his nose just brushed along my collarbone. In a rush what Carlisle had said to me came back; 'you almost destroyed Jasper and Alice's relationship, almost drew him away from her'. And he was too close. Too cold, too much, too fast.

"Jasper, leave." I tried to make my voice strong, like I wasn't terrified or fucking turned on. Jesus, and I called Bella a slut? It's practically my breed. And hers…whatever, now is no time to split hairs. His hands tightened around my wrists; if I were human they would have been bruised. Hell, with how things were going they still might, and I was afraid that for a moment he wouldn't leave; "Please." He took a deep breath, sitting himself back on my hips before he rolled off me and to his feet more quickly than I could follow. I pushed myself to a sitting position on the bed, feeling claustrophobic surrounded by the thick blanket. Jasper still stood by the bed, and the only sound was the both of us breathing for a long while.

When his emotions had calmed enough he headed for the door and I couldn't help smile, words slipping from between my lips unintentionally; "See, Jasper? There is always control, always restraint," I said, turning to look at him. Some fringe fell in front of my eyes and I brushed it away in time to see a flash of his still-jet irises, almost encasing his entire eye.

"Don't be so sure, Edward," he replied, voice tight and jaw clenched as he let the door close behind him.

Author's Note: Sorry, it's a bit choppy. I don't know how that happened. Oh well.

Howdy everyone! So sorry for the relatively slow updates on this story but my Beta can only really come on on weekends, so expect an update every week or so now rather than the crazy two-day thing I was doing before. Sorry if anyone gets impatient but that's the price you pay for quality. (Flattery much? Yes, yes it is). Also, I realize this story has taken rather depressing turns. When I first came up with the idea I didn't intend this to be so; it was actually meant to be funny, but then I went all emo and well...here we are. Therefore to rectify this I'm going to start a series of outtakes from various points in the plotlines, just little funny things that I had intended to put in but seem silly and out-of-place within this more dark theme. Even though the story will lighten some of the characters I want to include in the outtakes will be gone so...yeah. Watch out for that.

Love you all. Please let me know what you thought of this. Maybe Carlisle's not so evil?

Just misguided?

Yeah, didn't think so.

Just to say now; JASPER IS NOT EVIL. Carlisle might have his lines blurred but Jasper...there's no way in hell I'd make him be so evil and dark. I love Jasper; Carlisle can go die really. xD

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