Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Alright, so I've read a few fics where Jasper's entire POV is written with apostrophes to accentuate his Southern accent, and that's what I've done here. I hope it doesn't bother any of you guys, and if you have any constructive criticisms, I'll take them!

Plus, I have no idea what Louisiana, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!

Jasper POV

Earlier that morning..

Madison, Wisconsin

Light fluttered through the open blinds coverin' my bedroom sky-line window, opposite my bed, and my eyes blinked open, automatically, with it. I didn't sleep, none of us did, however the illusion of such an act was enough to sate our curiosity.

We weren't like humans, we were obviously stronger, overtly faster, infinitely smarter and unequivocally more dangerous than anythin' they could offer. Our hearin' trumped humankinds by nearly 1000, and, honestly, it caused a fuck tonne of awkwardness the mornin' after a passionate slew between mated couples. That's why Esme embedded soundproofin' materials in the walls and in the floorboards, even though it didn't do much, it helped, and her attempt was more than welcome. There are only so many times I can hear Emmett and Rosalie fuck before my stomach literally turned inside out.

I threw my hands from behind my head, and stood, quickly checkin' the time and noticin' it was nearin' half past 5 in the mornin'. 'School' aka Hell on Earth, didn't begin until quarter to 9, so I had quite a bit of time to waste, so I decided to go for a mid-mornin' hunt, just so my thirst was sated, even only by a little. Besides the emotions swarmin' the air in this house was gettin' a little too intense, especially considerin' it was the 12th anniversary of Edward and Bella's first meetin'. I shiver to think of the mushy, lovey-doviness that the house was goin' to descend into.

Instead of wrappin' up for the weather, as my skin didn't register temperatures as sensitively as human skin did, I simply pushed on a pair of sneakers, and hauled myself out of the larger second bay window on the far side of my attic-bedroom, latchin' onto the nearest, sturdiest tree trunk. Inhalin', deeply, I caught the light scent of a buck, and I shot off in its direction, in wild abandon. Before it could blink its pretty little brown eyes, I had torn out its trachea, holdin' it messily in my mouth, and I latched onto its neck, draggin' wave after wave of crimson ambrosia. Eventually, the beast stopped shakin', and once it did, I dropped it to the floor, unceremoniously, like the piece of meat it was.

I felt rather than saw Alice's presence, her excitement givin' her away, immediately. She was the only member of my 'family' that consistently felt happiness and, sometimes, it grated on my damn nerves! I didn't see what she had to be so goddamn happy about, she was just as mate-less as I was. What the hell made her so cheery? I know I sounded miserable as fuck, but still, I had the right to. Sometimes, I could barely muster a ghost of a smile, especially surrounded by such love and affection 24/7. It fuckin' pissed me off! Even Char and Peter were even more in love than I had ever seen them, and I'm their fuckin' sire.

Maybe they're happy because that can be. They aren't haunted by the demons you are, Jasper.

I bristled as the deep growl resonated from inside my mind, and tensed, minutely, hopin' she didn't notice.

"That wasn't nice of you Jazz, why'd you go and do that for?," Alice's musical chirrup sounded from my left, tactless as ever, and I had to smirk, even though I felt the non-existent bile rise in my throat at the thought of losin' control again.

I couldn't go back.

I wouldn't.

He couldn't make me, even if he destroyed every relationship I had worked so hard for, he wasn't takin' away my life.

Not again.

I turned to her, all expression gone from my face, and remarked, "Well I'm sorry, sugar, I jus' couldn't help myself.. Better it than some human though, right?," and I felt, and saw, her flinch a little at my choice of words. It was still a touchy subject for the family. I hadn't fallen off of the wagon in nearly 60 years, but you never know, I did attack Bella while she had been human, so I guess the urges never go away.

They only make you think they do.

Pete and Char had joined this 'family' almost 18 months ago now, and they were doin' pretty great, considerin' the only reason why they stuck around was for me. They did love me, and I felt the same way towards them. As best as I could, anyway. I couldn't have survived the last 153 years without them both. They made me a better person, by forcin' me to remember my humanity, and even though at sometimes it was annoying as hell, without them, I wouldn't be the person I was today without their influence.

Alice mumbled, her posture screamed pure awkwardness, "Yeah.. Well, I just came down because I was worried about you.."

I rolled my eyes, and walked over to her, takin' as to not get blood on her clothes, and threw my arm over her shoulders, and tuggin' her to my body, the little short thang; her head barely reachin' the middle of my chest, and she muttered, into the material of my shirt, "I cant help but be worried about you, Jazz," and I felt the urge to suppress some of her disappointment, of which, I immediately did. Her brows furrowed, annoyed, and she accosted me, "Don't patronise me, Jazz! I mean it, I'm here.. Why wont you talk to me?" and she gave me that fuckin' puppy dog look, and I couldn't help but balk under her inspection.

"Al-fuckin'-right Ali, no need for the look, I'm fine, no really, don't look at me like that, I'm fine."

I gave her a stare at me, disbelievin' and shit, and I glared at her, effectively endin' any conversation continuing between us.

It was stark as fuckin' night that I wasn't okay, but still, I couldn't talk to her. I jus' couldn't. We had a complicated relationship. She was the one who initially tugged me from perdition, and held me there for 70 years. She introduced me to the Cullen's almost 65 years ago, and, well, I guess you could say we were 'together' at the time.

In reality, all we did was fuck.

Whenever she was frustrated, she came to me, and I.. relieved some of her tension, in the best way that I could. Whenever I needed to curb my desire for blood, I fucked her, and she was fine with it.. For a while. She had told me, one mornin', that she had had a vision of her future - and in it, she was with her mate. She couldn't see his face, nor was she aware of his name, but she could still, even now, feel the love and the adoration that they shared between them, and it effectively dissolved any of the sexual attraction that we shared. I knew she was bein' truthful - I could feel it, but that didn't mean I liked it.

She was holdin' out for somethin' that still hadn't come around, but she was sure of it, so I supported her. She sighed, her eyes tight and wet with venom, "Fine Jazz, just.. Let's go back to the house, the rest of the family are waitin'. It's almost time for school, and seriously, you need a shower. You smell like an animal."

I simply gnashed my teeth at her, playfully, and she giggled on her way home, with me followin' behind her, at a leisurely, content pace.

-0-

Instead of takin' the car with the rest of the family, I hopped on my Ducatti, and made the journey to Madison High. We weren't the new kids this time, funnily enough, we had been here since the year before, tryin' to integrate more with society, spendin' more time around humankind and gettin' used to their constant scent around us. I trailed behind the two family cars; Emmett's classic Jeep and Edward's now-vintage Volvo, and ended up pullin' in after them, noticin' that Edward was forced to park somewhere else.

An unrecognisable car was tugged into his spot, and I could feel his minute interest in them. The emotion was a soft blue colour in my mind's eye, and resonated from both him and Alice - Emmett was just amused at the entire situation, Rosalie was annoyed, as fuckin' usual, and Pete and Charl didn't care either way. They were permanently apathetic to every kind of situation; they didn't care about anyone but themselves, each other, and me, and they liked it that way. They were cordial with the Cullens, on my behalf, because they owe them somethin' for savin' my skin all these years, and they respected them as a coven for the trials they went through every day.

I pulled in between Emmett and the car beside him, a small part of my mind wonderin' why there was no scent, however I realised that the harsh wind would have drawn it away, and hopped off my bike, my boots hittin' the floor, soundlessly. I raised my eyebrow as Edward, Peter and Charlotte joined our group, and we walked into through the main door, ignorin' the pointed, lustful stares, and, with a lot of effort, I blanked out the erotic emotions that basically punched me in the gut every time another human got within a 20-feet between any of us. It was effective whilst huntin', but entirely irritatin' otherwise.

Emmett gawped, "I love this part," and grinned to himself, cheerily, the big lug. He was amused by the smallest of shit, and it was fun to watch, I had to be honest. He nudged Rosalie, and she 'tsked' and continued on, as if he hadn't said anythin'.

They're relationship confused the literal fuck out of me, but they were in love, I could see that by the glow of sickening pink that flowed between them, in my head, at least. Edward chuckled at my thoughts, and I frowned, forcing up the mind-wall that I had to form, making sure he couldn't break through, even though we had had an unspoken agreement that he wouldn't snoop. Well, it wasn't unspoken, per se, because I told him that if he did, I would tear his legs off and set them alight, in front of him.

I was only half-joking, of course, when I said this, but still, it worked, so I wasn't complainin'.

The bell resounded through the corridor, full of fairly cramped, hormonal teens, and with a simple nod, I departed from my family, drawin' Peter, Charlotte and, Rosalie and Emmett along with me, who were all seniors of the school, and towards our class. Rosalie to AP Chemistry, Peter to Engineering, Emmett to gym and Char to Fashion and Design, along with Alice, who was takin' that class as extra credit.

Of course she was.

I broke off from the group, and down the flight of stairs, towards my French III class, and sighed as I pushed open the door, only to find myself late, by barely half a second, and the teacher, Mr Francis, standin', impatiently, simply waitin' to ride my ass. He always fuckin' did this - he doesn't like me because Ms Roberts, his assistant, and long-time crush, thinks I'm her favorite student.

Jesus, this face gets me into a hell of a lot of trouble sometimes. This was goin' to be a long as shit lesson.

-0-

Irritated, annoyed and entirely put out, I basically stomped to lunch, glarin' at everyone who even glanced in my direction, and scanned the school complex, momentarily, sendin' my 'sensors' out for any of my siblin's' familiar sensations, and found Alice, Peter and Char together, at the rear end of the complex. They were outside, by our cars, probably for a meetin' of some kind, and I sped up, still within the remit of what could be considered 'human-speed' but still, pretty fuckin' fast, and when I found them all, they seemed like they were concentratin', deeply, on somethin'. Peter and Char were lookin' mighty pissed if I do say so myself, and I had to wonder why.

They're talkin' about you, Jasper..

I felt uncomfortable with the thought of my family, the people I trusted the most, were talkin' about me, behind my back. They weren't talkin' anymore, they hadn't been since they probably felt my aura, or heard my footsteps, it didn't matter, but still, they tried to be as natural as possible but I could feel the unease settle in their hearts. My expression became neutral, showin' none of the hurt I truly felt, and I asked, tonelessly, "What were you guys talkin' about?"

Char parted her lips to spit out her answer, her face contorted in an angry manner however Peter grasped her wrist, tightly, and she closed her mouth, silently. He turned to Alice, who stepped forward, quietly, before mumblin', "We.. We're worried about you, Jazz, that's all," and I breathed out a sharp gust of air.

"We went over this earlier Alice. I'm good. I'm fine. As a matter of fact, I havent felt this good in a long, goddamn time. Now stop askin', I don't wanna talk about this anymore, okay?," and she opened her mouth, once more, to push somewhere she really shouldn't be, and I growled, in warnin'.

"Alice. Stop it," and she froze, as did Peter and Charlotte, the latter two havin' their eyes widenin', minutely, and a whine escapin' Char's throat. She stepped closer to Peter, who held her to his body, closely. He was protectin' her, like the dominant mate that he was, and I felt that I probably would have been amused, if I wasn't so goddamn pissed off. It wasn't even the kind of anger that I was used to. It was strong, addictin', brittle and hard. It hurt to carry it in my chest, and I felt heavy hands settle on my shoulder, tightly.

"Come on, Jazz, just calm down a little," Emmett's calmin' voice said, from behind me. I was so caught up in my aggression that I didn't even hear him approach, let alone actually let him put his hands on me, and I almost, almost, attacked him for it. They know that I don't like bein' touched - damn I barely let Esme hug me when she gets in those motherly, oppressively maternal moods. I shrugged his arms off, sharply, and said, bitterly, "Look, let's just go to the cafeteria, otherwise we'll look odd."

Alice opened her mouth, but I silenced her with a glare, and said, "No more, Alice," and stalked away. Her eyes widened, a little, before she nodded, sadly, and followed behind me, Peter and Charlotte behind her, and the rest of them trailin' on. I ended up behind them, once more, my mind swarmin' with thoughts that I could barely latch onto, even with my advanced eidetic memory. The rest of them walked into the crowded, ear-wrenchin'ly loud canteen, and I followed on behind, like usual. It was only when we all took our seats and I could truly focus on the individuals in the room that I noticed a specific scent. It was faint, I couldn't separate it from the other, more intrusive, intense and, frankly, disgustin' scents that were swarmin' the refectory.

I closed my eyes, and focused all of my energies in tryin' to discover it once more. It was.. Sinfully delicious. I couldn't describe it in any other way, because nothin' would do it justice. There were undercurrents of honey and apples, but also the obvious natural herbal scents of lavender and jasmine, combined with the heady scent of leather and.. Sex. It was enough to make my skin crawl beneath my clothin', and, for the first time in years, I have had the transparent desire to just.. Destroy anythin' and everythin' that got in my way until I had the thing that the fragrance belonged to.

Takin' in a deep breath, revellin' in the taste that settled on my tongue and the aroma that flooded my senses, I opened my golden orbs, to look around, determined to locate the focal point, however, as soon as I had, I felt myself lock onto its source. A girl, no older than 17, sittin' nearly half a foot away from me. I couldn't see her face, and I fought the urge to throw my seat back, and force her to look into my eyes.

I jus' wanted to see her fuckin' face!

My body was on high alert, and I was noticin' everythin' and anythin' about the vicinity I was in. The sound of the woodland birds flitterin' on the tin roof outside, the sound of every single heartbeat poundin' disjointedly throughout the room, like an out-of-rhythm drummer. The smell of hairspray, sweat, tears, cheap cologne and day-old food permeated the air, but nothin' could suppress the intensity of her.

I've never been caught so off-guard with such an enticin' scent before, and it was makin' my groin tighten, uncomfortably in my jeans. I hoped I didn't pitch a tent, because, Jesus, that would have been awkward.

That was how I spent the next half an hour; ignorin' the curious glances of my family, and willing the unknown, nameless, faceless girl a few steps in front of me to simply glance my way. It was so fuckin' annoying!

She wouldn't turn around, her entire frame was stiff and tense, like there was a bar leading through her fuckin' spine, and I didn't like the way one of the boys was lookin' at her. Eyeing her up like a piece of goddamn meat.

Like fuck she was.

If he had put his hands on her, I would have tore the limbs clean off of his body, and that was a promise. He was talkin' to her like she was his to speak to, and that fact was driving me insane. I didn't even know this broad's fuckin' name, and I was already getting all possessive and some shit.

This was the part of this that I hated. The ownership. The concept of dominance versus submission, and the complete compliance to one or the other. I was a naturally strong-minded and dominant male, and I needed an equally strong-willed woman. I couldn't be someone's owner, that didn't make any fuckin' sense to me.

Go for her, Jasper.. She's waitin' for you.

Warily, I shook the voice off, hoping it would go away soon, otherwise I might just break my carefully constructed calm and attack. And that wouldn't be good for anyone, because I'm not sure if I'd be able to stop. I'm not even entirely sure I'd want to.