My family, without another thought, hurried outside the house. The day had succumbed into a pitch-black grown atmosphere, so we moved faster than normally, like the wind over the arid field of nature. Unfortunately, I was the only one out of many to find this phenomenon neither shocking and thrilling nor flustered and vengeful. And if that wasn't enough of a nerve-racker, all of my familys' emotions consisted of, nothing more, than a rising temptation headed for no where else but trouble.

My only reason for coming along was the need to keep things at bay in case anything were to get out of hand. From the several feelings I'd sensed, this unforeseen reappearance was much more than an urge for revenge besides a new chance to get through to her. It didn't even matter anymore that I was again about to meet my long lost sister. In fact, I could barely even call her one of such anymore considering all of the turmoil and damage she's done to this family all in the course of just a day. It never seemed to surpass me how talented a corrupt scoundrel she could be, I can remember, recalling the knack she had for hurting three stealthy werewolves.

"Jasper, whatever you do," Carlisle gravely murmured, sounding-and feeling-undoubtedly hesitant, "don't try to do anything rash. We need to convince her where she left them."

"I wouldn't worry much about me," I just about mumbled back to him, uninterestedly. "I'm through with her."

"What about the other one?" I just vaguely heard Emmet question Carlisle. The standstill for both confusion and curiosity was obvious, as was an unusually growing aspect of tension and grief I was slowly, and chillingly, starting to grasp.

There was something obviously going on the further we drove down in to the two presences' directions. The others smelled only the peculiar, yet somehow familiar, awful stench, while I was feeling something much more intense.

As long as a minute passed from the time we left to now as we finally stumbled across my traitors' figure. My eyes widened once peering her shadow knelt down before a weak and lame body-the same body belonging to the dreadful reek.

Too engrossed and shocked upon the sight, I was not aware yet of the others moves to react. Off-mind for just a second, Emmett and Rosalie took the first steps forward, now more than ever eager to start something. "All right you filthy, disgusting traitor," Rosalie began, venom fresh in her voice. "Where are they?"

I heard Emmet snarl aggressively at her as if to warn her of what was possible to occur.

"Rose?" Esme asked gently after a second of his threat.

We were all in awe at the sight of Elizabeth and the mysterious, feeble male. Not only just because she had tagged along a new sidekick, companion, or whatever it may have been, but also-to some exuberant surprise-because we all could tell he wasn't a vampire...Nor a human.

"Please!" a wave of shock stunned us all, seeing the once awfully frozen and somber scene begin to stir. Once facing the other direction while nearly hovering over the animal (in human form) she turned herself around, revealing the same vulnerable pity of a face that arose from her voice. "He doesn't have that much time left." Sad, grieving, and helplessness all described the terrifying change from the monster who had lied extensively to my family and me and took my brother and sister hostage, to now a devastated, heart-stricken young patron. And, if that wasn't ironic enough, I found her ever word to be truly and offhandedly speaking from the heart (or truth I should say).

The rest of us, also, seemed stumped all of a sudden. Once full of glee and spirit, now each and every one of us, including me, were baffled at what to do. The sight and smell of the wolf, was to no doubt, creeping close to death, yet our chance to conjure Elizabeth with our intended questions was also wide and open. But, we had to decide and by just some pure luck, it was Esme who was first to respond. "Oh dear..." she nearly gasped.

Elizabeth's voice grew smaller when saying, "I know you all don't want to help me," she carried on, "but don't do it for me. . .Do it for him." Her voice collapsed, and her eyes dashed over to the body laying helplessly on the ground beside her.

Cutting her frozen stare over to us, Esme whispered desperately, "We need to help him." She was always the member in our family to show sympathy to almost anyone or anything of our world. And even with good reasons to annihilate that bad habit, not even the fact that two of her 'children' could erase it. Just sensing the staggering emotions crying inside of her told me that.

"Esme, please," someone scolded viciously. Others, I'm sure, would've agreed.

A burst of flame and fire boiled inside Rosalie, but Carlisle was quick to back Esme up before she could react verbally. "I also have to agree," he noted. "It wouldn't be right not to."

"To hell it wouldnt-" Emmett quickly clashed his hand over Rosalie's mouth before she could finish. Initially, that wasn't the smartest thing to have done on Emmett's part, however he must have said something to her in order to lower her brutal reaction.

Meanwhile, all seemed for a moment too peaceful and quiet to be true when Elizabeth reminded me all too well with her small presence. Speechless to us all, she was not all that sullen inside. I could tell she was nearly screaming through the top of her lungs right under her skin, yet to the eye appeared too dismay to be feeling anything, as she returned her attention to the fallen werewolf.

I watched as she quickly, but gently lifted the male in to her care and successfully half-carried him through their destination with no problem. I could still smell the upmost appaulling stench, and yet Elizabeth herself being so near him didn't seem affected by it in the least.

Instead, I mostly interpreted pain and frustration. She was struggling to get through this fast and with as less downfall as possible. In the mix of this sad combination, I was also able to conjure the feeling of deep regret. She was not only caught up in a rapid rush, but also was stuck in a massive heap of stone guilt.

Still caught up in her presense, it wasn't until she met my hazy stare that I noticed she was passing right before me. I didn't expect what to see in her eyes when she caught me watching her. Anger for not helping? Ignorance for what I took her for in the last hour or so? And yet what I saw didn't match any of those because it resembled nothing more than solid sadness and remorse.

I turned away immediately at the sight, yet it wasn't until I did that that I realized perhaps it was all just a hoax. Her face, her eyes, feelings, everything. After her most recent scam we learned she was known for deceiving many. That's what Rosalie was trying to tell us anyway, as I consumed just an ounce more of her bitter feelings.

Facing now the back of my supposed 'sister' the same feeling for pity came about. Looking at her simply couldn't explain the same horrid, rotten exposure she revealed to us before. Would I ever, now that I thought of it? Even as I knew of her true self, I still couldn't help but feel the desire to walk up to her and help her handle the young wolf. In fact, I had to even restrain myself from doing the good deed. I couldn't be helping the conspiring monster who took both my brother and wife hostage.

Oh the irony of this all!

"Jasper?" An unmistakable voice questioned.

I turned behind me and met eyes with Bella's liquid golden eyes. I immediately sensed her distress, having felt it the same many of times I stumbled back upon her. She sounded uneasily disturbed, yet that was not surprising.

I waited.

"Help him." she told me roughly. Her eyes dangled back onto the pair behind me. "Do whatever you can to convince her to help us. . ."

I also turned away. All my thoughts were wildly getting out of hand. How could something as small as trying to retrieve a gruesome thief turn into a intricate whirl of strain and chagrin? One thing just led to the other. Eventually, I simply gave in and promised her my best with a nod of my head.

I hadn't yet realized what I had gotten myself into, only thought about the current conditions we were all now caught up in. Finally, after hearing only a vague word of thanks from Bella, I followed Elizabeth and her werewolf companion.

Something told me my family had something more in store for her than they and even I could imagine. Even as I hurried by her side, I knew my family members would require more off of her end if she was ever going to have even the slightest of hope for the sake of her injured friend. And whether or not that she could agree to this, our only hope was that she would.

For the sake of Alice and Edward that is. . .

And here's the next chapter. Finally I'm so relieved! Hoped you enjoyed:]