To say that Jasper was angry was an understatement.

He was the definition of furious, of righteous punt kicking Lucifer up the ass a hundred times and then dropping the demon into a tank full of piranhas. He was so furious if he didn't care so much for Alice he would screamed in her face. It took all he had not to project his anger, his pure rage at everyone in the vicinity as Carlisle set his leg. Alice wisely said nothing to him, though she acted her usual, chipper self. He could still sense her jealousy though: a tiny seedling of it that would surely grow.

Carlisle made a cast for his ankle: the breaks in his skin had spread to mid shin and while the wound looked nasty, it would heal within a couple weeks. He had to stay away from Bella: the second degree burn on her hand was still fresh and it made her …almost tantalizing to think about, as horrid as that was. Jasper had no problem with killing but with someone he found himself growing …dare he say…"close" too, Jasper would do anything else but kill. Or at least, he should hope so.

So for safety's sake he locked himself up in his room, waiting. It was Day Two since the massacre at Fork's High: Sunday by normal standards. No word from Bella- Charlie Swan had demanded that his daughter stay with him and while Jasper wanted to argue it …it wouldn't be right too. Bella deserved to be with her family just as he should be with his. And there was the whole revealing of the Cullens to think about.

From what Jasper could peaice together: Rosalie struck first. A Black Paradigm solider charged her and she kicked him in the groin. He pulled her hair and Emmett grabbed the offending bastard by the neck and groin and body slammed him onto the table to the point it broke in half. Cue chaos erupting as more soldiers filed in. The damages were listed: the cafeteria was nonexistent; numerous hallways were destroyed and littered with dead bodies. The humans Bella had hung out with had survived courtesy of Edward, though Jasper had the sneaking suspicion the auburn haired vampire did it so Bella could see how kind he was rather then out of any goodness in his heart. Not that Jasper was one to talk, given the blonde's reputation in the supernatural world. Leah…the other La Push wolves had come to her rescue but not before the little police force of Forks also showed up. In short…Forks knew about everyone's existence. And everyone couldn't leave.

It wasn't about physical strength: the Cullens could easily breeze past Charlie Swan and his lackeys, even with the injury Jasper had sustained. It was about the morality of the decision that lay before them. Do they leave Forks? Or do they stay and fight, save a town that had been good to them.

No one was willing to discuss the idea just yet: cut and run the town, leaving its populace to the crazy drugged vampire hunters. No one was willing to discuss it just yet, though Jasper could feel the atmosphere in the house. It was the reason why Jasper had holed himself up in his room, away from the others, even from Alice. He needed time to think, to relax.

"Jasper? May I come in," Alice chirped from behind his door.

He could sense her fake cheer, the anxiety as she opened his door. In one hand Alice held a green thermos, filled with mouth watering blood as she stepped through, a smile on her face. She closed the door behind her. "I feel like we should talk Jazz. You've been avoiding me since Friday."

Jasper reclined back on their bed, placing his hands behind his head. "I've been thinking."

"About?" she skipped towards him, bare feet skimming the ground as her green and white checked dress bounced around her knees. She looked like a petite country doll: even the green headband with the fake dandelion perched atop it, the only thing missing were boots. She was making an effort to appeal to whatever she wanted, using his background and they both knew it.

Jasper said nothing as she bounced towards him, jumping on the bed by his side. She offered him the thermos and Jasper took it, sitting up to take a swig. The chilled blood flowed down his throat as he swallowed. Alice sighed, folding her hands on her lap. "I know you're upset Jazz," she began as he leaned over to place the thermos on his night stand. "And you have every right to be. But I can explain." She watched him lay back down in his original position: hands behind head, staring up at the ceiling.

Her anxiety was growing. "Jasper?" she whispered as she reached out to stroke his face, brushing blonde locks away from his eyes.

"Why did you lie to me?"

"I didn't- well…I didn't know the extent of it," Alice said as she lay down beside him, placing her head on his chest. She was drawing circles on his chest through his long sleeved tee, sighing. "I saw the capes of the Black Paradigm and I saw you…hurt. But I know you had a choice between coming back to me and going to Bella. I couldn't see beyond that."

Jasper slipped his left hand out from behind his head to hold her: he rubbed her back, his fingers lingering over her left green dress strap before continuing the massage. "Alice," Jasper sighed.

"I do love you Jazz."

He could sense the truth in that. She raised her head to kiss him, her lips pressing against his throat. "The next time you have a vision, you can tell me. I won't leave you Alice, unless you want me too."

She stopped drawing circles on his chest, palm down. "What I want," she whispered as she rolled atop of him, both legs straddling him, "is for you to forgive me."

"Forgiveness through sex?"

Jasper felt himself smirk at that. "Do you mind? We'll be quiet, I promise," Alice purred in his ear. The lust radiating off of her, off of him, was overpowering and Jasper decided to let her feel their lust combined. Her eyes went wide for a moment at the tidal wave before he kissed her, pulling down both straps.

Alice giggled before she slipped one hand under her shirt, kissing. Jasper's jeans felt tight as he ran one hand through her hair, holding her to him before he rolled over, switching their positions. And his breath caught in his throat at the woman he saw before him- not his wife Alice, but Bella. Bella with a gleam in her eyes, her cheeks slightly flustered and long brown hair spread out against the sheets, legs splayed out beneath a green and white checkered dress that was pushed up to her waist to show pink panties. The thought turned him on.

"Jasper?"

Jasper blinked it and it was Alice before him with her dress pushed up to her waist, a mix of confusion and lust wafting off her, cheeks slightly flushed. It was Alice. "Jasper what's wrong?"

Jasper licked his lips, trying to smile. "Nothing," he whispered.

Everything.