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

Peter POV

October 2020

Madison, Wisconsin

Pressing a light kiss on my girl's shoulder, I sighed into the bare expanse of skin and trailed the length of her spine, drawing a lengthy, breathy moan from her. She blinked up at me, and leaned over, tucking her arm beneath my side, and kissed me, carelessly, and I ran a hand through her already mussed up hair. My Char groaned, lightly, "Stop it, we need to talk."

Rolling my eyes, a little, I sat up, the cover falling to cover me from the waist down, and I scratched behind my ear, nervously. "Alright, come on, sweet thang, let's talk."

She sat up, pulling the crisp white sheets to cover her gorgeous rack, and I bit my lip, quelling the moan that wanted to escape from my mouth. She yelled, enthused, "Why'd you talk to Jazz like that? I mean.. He ain't exactly the most stable right now, an' this could throw him completely off!"

She hit me in the chest, lightly, annoyed, and I grabbed her wrist, noticing how soft her skin was, and tightened my hold, my eyes sobering up mighty quick.

Somberly, I insisted, "I know what I'm supposed to do, Char, please, jus' trust me, babe."

She scoffed, "I love you, Peter, but shit.. This isn't a game! This could fuck him up in a bad way, and I ain't feelin' too good about it."

Her amber eyes were sad, and I knew that saying that stuff hurt her, a lot, but I was glad that she could talk to me, rather than being too scared about what I might say, or how I might react. This is why I loved this woman; she was so strong, even in the most difficult situations, and she acted like my rock most of the time. I answered, honestly, holding her to my chest, playing wit' a few strands of her hair, "I cant ask you not to worry 'bout Jazz, 'cause that's impossible, but what I am gonna ask you to do is trust me.. Can you do that?"

She looked up at me, her eyes misty with uncertainty, but a trust that I nearly floored me, and she answered, after a tense few seconds, "I.. I can," and I drew her in, then, kissing her wit' all the love I had inside of me, and feeling her respond jus' as intensely.

She asked, incredulously, "You know this ain't gonna be as easy as you're imaginin', right?" and I couldn't find it in me to tell her that she was wrong.

Because she wasn't.

Jasper was gonna fight this with everythin' in him, but he deserved some kind of happiness, and I didn't think it was fair if his entire vampiric life was shit, because I wouldn't even wish that on my worst enemy.

"I know," I replied, honestly, "But that's why we're here, ain't it, babe?"

She huffed, "I ain't happy about this," then rolled out of my grip, and planted her dainty feet over the side of the bed, and reached over to pick up her earlier discarded bra off of the floor, and peered back at me, "But I'm stickin' this out, because if their bond is half as strong as I thought I saw, then Jazz is gonna be in for a fuckin' shock."

Now that would be interesting.

Quirking an eyebrow, I asked, "Wanna go for a hunt?"

Smirking, slightly, she answered seductively, "I would much rather have a shower.." then trailing a hand down the length of my arm, causing me to shiver, slightly, "You wanna join me, baby?"

Smiling, widely, at her, I licked my lips, darkening her pretty eyes, and said, "Ma'am.. I would love to."

-0-

Alice POV

Saturday Night..

Snuggling up further into the crook of Clyde's arm, I sighed into the exposed skin of his firm, strong bicep, and felt safe, warm and truly calm for the first time in my entire vampiric life. It was truly a sensation that I could get used to. He turned to look at me, and frowned, "You okay, beautiful?"

If I had been human, I would be blushing brighter than the skin of a ripe tomato, and I tucked my face further into his arm, before answering, "Yeah.. I'm good, just thinking."

He smirked at me, slightly, and pushed, "What 'bout, sweet thang?"

"Just about how nice I'm feeling right now," and he smiled, brightly, at the statement. His smile was so wide, I thought his face was going to split down the middle. He tucked his face in my spiky hair, and sighed, before turning to look over my head, and carry on watching the game. It was nearly ten at night, and we were just cuddling, in his room. It was a nice feeling, and I could get used to it. It felt entirely domestic, and it was amazing.

I heard his sister's footsteps before he did, and, as inconspicuously as I could, I tried to make it look like we weren't doing anything explicit or naughty, because.. Well that would be awkward as fuck, considering I really did like his sister, and I thought she was a great person, both inside and out. As a matter of fact, I wanted her to come around to ours more often, simply because of the future I had seen between both her and Jasper, even though, since then, no new visions had been revealed to me, which I wasn't really stoked about.

She knocked on his door, courteously, and he shouted, "Come in," a little loudly, making me flinch, so quickly that he didn't even notice.

She poked her head in, and noticing my head poking out of one of Clyde's thick sweaters, she grinned at me, before asking, "Are you stayin' the night, Alice?"

Glancing up at the now blushing, adorable Clyde, who was glaring absolute daggers at his younger sister, who smiled, cheekily, as if she didn't know what she had just done. Clyde, the sweetheart, bit out, furiously, "I. Don't. Know."

Cammy smirked, and replied, immediately, "Wasn't talkin' to you, bro. Let the lady talk, damn."

He growled, then flicked one of his pillows in her general direction, to which she squeaked and hopped out of the way. She grinned, widely, her ponytails bouncing as she did so, "No need to get ugly, Cly, I was jus' askin' if she was stayin' over.. No biggie! Hell, she could room wit' me, I ain't got no problem wit' it."

I beamed, quietly, just watching their relationship dynamic as it played out in front of me, and realised, with a great sadness, that if Clyde chose me, over his humanity, then he'd have to leave her all alone in the world, and that would destroy Cam.

I would have to ask the family if they would prefer it if we told both of them at the same time, rather than just one, and leaving the other out of the circle. I felt a light pinch to the back of my upper thigh, and I tensed, before poking Clyde in his toned chest - Christ! - and asked, "What was that for?!"

He smirked, "You wasn't payin' me no attention, so I got testy."

Pouting, slightly, I answered, "Well, all you had to do was kiss me, and I would give you all the attention you'd need."

He licked his lips, faintly, and I heard his sister make an exaggeratedly loud heaving noise in the back of her throat, before yelping, "Y'all don't know nothin' about privacy, damn it! You could'a jus' asked me to leave!"

Then, promptly closed the door behind her, leaving me, and her brother, the delectable piece of ass now lying beneath me, alone.

-0-

"Goodbye, Alice!" Cam shouted from the front door, waving at me, as I slid into my car, "I'll see you at school!"

I waved back, vehemently, and blew a kiss to her brother, who stood, stoically, behind her. He hated seeing me leave, and that made my still heart lurch in my chest. Pulling out of his driveway, and down the street, I listened out for his heartbeat, until I could no longer, as I was out of range. The travel to my family's mansion was a short one, honestly, as I drove at nearly twice the regular speed limit, and by the time I arrived, I felt my heart clench in my chest every once in a while, alerting me of my need to hunt.

Before I even slid out of the car, I was hit with an intense, frightening vision, my eyesight bleeding black, and fear grasping my heart in her icy, harsh grip.

*Vision*

Agonizingly familiar screams filled the air surrounding me, and from my stance in the forestry of the town of Madison, having abandoned our family's aesthetically pleasing, now-empty, bare and cold-looking mansion, beside my newly-turned mate, who watched in nothing but heartbreak as his only sister bawled, wailed and cried out for the comfort of the twin, who she is under the distinct impression that she had lost in a terrible car wreck.

The consistent, distressed, disjointed, unbelieving repetitions of 'I cant leave him.. Clyde' and 'Daddy, please' nearly had our entire coven in wrenching dry sobs, and as I turned towards the love of my life, and now, mate, I saw nothing but pain, anguish and fear in his renewed, fresh crimson eyes. He couldn't be anywhere near his sister, or anyone in his family, for that matter, because they were all convinced he was dead.

It was better this way; we all knew it was true, but it didn't stop it from hurting us any less. She was shaking, I could see that clearly from where I was, over 60 feet away, trying to fight her way past her father's strong arms, who stood, equally as heartbroken, but keeping himself together, if nothing but the sake of his daughter.

She was screaming, her eyes crazed and glassy as they took in the scene. I couldn't see the accident. It was blurry. Like looking through thick, frosted glass. It was making my eyes hurt, and that in itself, was disconcerting enough. I wanted to know what was going on. What we did to her.

Almost imperceptibly, I felt the hold he had on my hand tighten, and I returned it with a minute reassuring squeeze of my own. I tried to calm the deep inconsolable growl that he released, which sounded akin to that of a wounded animal, rather than the naturally proud, dangerous predator that he now was, "It's okay, Clyde.. It's gotta be this way, unless you want to tell her about us."

Immediately, he shook his head, and said, brokenly, "No. We cant.." he broke off, seeming unable to ignore his sister's shrieks, "She's not safe if she knows about us.." his eyes closed and he looked away at the sound of his sister falling to the floor, entirely broken, "Besides, even if I wanted to, it ain't up to me no more.. Jasper has made his choice, an' as much as I hate.. As much as I hate it, I cant fight him on it."

I reached up, onto my tiptoes, and kissed the underside of his jaw line, consolingly, and asked, "Do you want to leave, baby?"

His chest shook in some kind of intense physical and mental pain, before he nodded, faintly, and I tightened my hold on his hand, and I felt the family, one by one, rescind their gazes from the heartbreaking scene in front of us, and left, at vampire speed; a heavy, anguished aura swelling in the air between us, poisoning any happy emotion that could have flourished between us, as Cammy- Camilla's screams faded out into the air.

…

Pulling myself out of the precognitive vision that I had been thrown, headfirst, into, I felt, not for the first time in my vampiric life, my stomach lurch, and the whatever blood that I had engorged on earlier, that was still in my system jetted from my lips, and pooled onto the floor in front of me.

The guilt

The heart-wrenching, antagonizing guilt was almost too much for my slight frame to handle.

My actual vision blurred, and I felt the comforting hands of Emmett enclose over my shoulders. He had seen the whole thing. He stated, worriedly, "Ali, come on, let's get you inside - Carlisle wants to check you over."

Slovenly, I replied, lowly, "M-fine, Em, just lemme go hunt."

He scoffed and tugged me, more forcefully, by the shoulders, and up the stairs, into the glass house we were currently calling home.

And even though I knew it was a vision, and just like all of my other visions, they were plausible, not definite, I still felt the flashes of the emptiness that this house radiated, from my future self's memory.

And it hurt.