Wish me luck on my THEA tomorrow guys! Whhoo! Oh and Purple Infinity, now that I know your real life identity, be nice :p I know how much you fangirl over Erik XD. Anyhoo, hope yall enjoy another OC of mine! Read and review please ^^

Rudyard Kipling had once written that the female of the species was more deadly than the male. Jasper had cause to believe in that now. The phone had rung and instinctively Jasper had reached for it. Hearing Bella's voice caused something in him to crack, to see that glimpse of Bella on his bed again even as he spoke. And the worst part of this betrayal was that Jasper knew Alice could hear her: enhanced senses sucked in the privacy aspect.

"What?" Alice growled. "Bella is ok Jasper! Honestly," she huffed and pursed her lips, looking more like a spoiled child than anything else as she crossed her arms over her chest, "I can't believe you would pick my friend over your wife."

"I'm not picking anyone Alice. I'm merely going over there to comfort her."

Alice nodded sagely. "Yes," she purred, "and this doesn't involve disrobing in any way, shape, or form?"

Now Jasper couldn't hide his ire. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, trying his best to reign in his irritation, to calm Alice down before her own anger could help grow his irritation into full out anger. And the last thing he wanted to do was get into a fight with Alice. "Do you have that much faith in me Alice?" he asked.

He could feel her emotions at war with each other: anxiety, that seedling of jealousy beginning to grow, anger. Her straps were pulled down so far that it clung to her breasts; if she leaned over right then and there he would be able to see down it. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes narrowed as she clutched fistfuls of the bed sheet she was sitting on. "I have faith that you would stay here with me."

Jasper had the sudden urge to laugh though as to why, he couldn't explain it. The closest reason he could find for such a mean gesture was that it felt almost as if she was trying to give him a guilt trip. "Alice," he began.

"Don't Alice me!" she snapped, sliding off the bed. "Is that what you want Jazz? My friend? Is it because she has a bigger bust?"

"Alice don't be this like this-"

"No, you don't be like this!" Alice stopped for a moment, hands clenched at her sides, tiny chest heaving. Jasper watched as that familiar glazed look came over her eyes. She was having a vision. "You…are…" her voice trailed off and for a moment, Jasper thought she would have cried if their kind could. He could feel her anger, her sudden influx of sorrow. Jasper took a hesitant step towards her, leaning down so he could brush spiky black away from her temple. Amber eyes fastened on him: intense, focused.

"Alice?"

Alice pushed him away and this time Jasper had to flinch as her anger hit him. Hard. "You stay," she whispered, a tremble in her voice. "You choose to stay. You picked her."

"Ali-"

"Get out," Alice hissed, taking a deep, shuddering breath before she exhaled. Jasper could feel her trying to get a hold of her emotions but the only strong thing he could sense out of it all was that she wanted to slap the shit out of him. "Just get out Jazz. When you get there, maybe Edward can talk some sense into you."

Edward?

Jasper froze. He had thought his foster brother would be at home with them: Carlisle had put everyone on lockdown in case the Paradigm should come back or Alice had another vision. Jasper had thought Edward would do the same thing and stay inside the house. Jasper had to smile at that thought. Sane? Jasper was about to do the same thing. "When does he leave?"

"Edward's been gone ever since I entered your room."

Damn it all! Jasper spun around as quickly as he could; awkward at best with the damned cast on his foot. He half hobbled half ran out of his room as quickly as he could, not even bothering to cast a glance at Esme as he grabbed at a set of keys in the small Plexiglas bowl where all the Cullens unceremoniously dropped all their vehicle keys. He glanced down at the set of keys as he unlocked the door- Emmett's Jeep Wrangler. "Jasper?" Esme called out.

"I'll be back," Jasper replied. "Lock the door." He pressed the unlock button as he hopped into the driver's seat, turning on the ignition. The Wrangler rumbled to life as Jasper took off, racking his brain for the approximate layout of Forks. Olympic Outfitters was on the edge of town; perfect for sportspeople and hunters to see their shop and buy their wares. Jasper broke the speed limit as he drove over the slick roads, eyes searching for anything that looked different from the dark forest landscape. Wheels squealed on the asphalt as he entered town; the pure desolateness of it all…Forks had seemingly become a ghost town over the course of two nights. Though Jasper knew all the humans in the town were hiding.

Drive any faster and you'll wind up with your face smeared in the pavement guy.

Jasper gasped at the sudden invasion of privacy; at a voice that was clearly not Edward's. "What-"

Then again, vampires don't really have to worry about everyday shit like getting into a fatal crash huh? So why don't you do the morally right thing and slow down before you wind up killing any of the townsfolk ok?

The Wrangler was slowing down but not of his own accord: something was inside his mind, controlling his good foot as it switched from the gas to the brake, slowing the jeep considerably to a pleasant crawl. "What are you doing?" Jasper asked as the Wrangler came to a complete stop.

Controlling you via your brain. Nifty little thing, being a telepath. I noticed there was a telepathic vampire in town but I guess I scared him shitless, came the carefree thought. Jasper could see someone up ahead: a faint figure off in the distance that was fast approaching. He sniffed the air and wrinkled his nose at the stench of the pills. This man was a Black Paradigm solider. The man had fluffy blonde hair, though without the slight curls in it that Jasper had, dark green eyes behind slightly lopsided glasses. He had a lithe build, not unlike Jasper's own, though unlike the other Paradigm soldiers, this one was a telepath and Caucasian.

Jasper felt something in his brain withdraw and the man's green eyes returned to the normal look of a human. "I come in good faith," he said with a shrug. "Not that you give a shit."

"Who are you?" Jasper asked, eyes flickering past him to Olympic Outfitters not far behind him.

"The name is Erik Hansen, ex member of the Black Paradigm at your service," he said with a slight bow and a smirk playing about his face.

"Ex?"

"I'm here aren't I?"

Jasper smiled. "Fair enough. Now what do you want? A girl needs me," he replied and Erik snorted.

"Well that couldn't have gone any more romantic could it? I'm here to offer you help before the shit really hits the fan vamp. You know it will."

"When is the next attack?"

Erik Hansen lifted one thin, blonde eyebrow. "You're not thinking of actually fighting are you Dracula?" Silence. Now the human made no denial of the smile that stretched across his face. "No offense but you've only got one working leg at the moment. A one legged man in an ass kicking contest could beat you right now."

Jasper nodded. He knew full well what would happen should he be drawn into combat at the moment. He also knew he might have to fight soon as well. "Are you going to tell me or stand in my way?"

"Well with a question like that, how can I not help you?" the human replied as he hopped into the passenger seat. Jasper simply gave him one long look. Erik patted his arm. "I'm helping you dude. Trust me, if you tried walking into Outfitters right now that Mike Newton kid would shoot you right now due to your associations with the telepath."

Jasper urged the Wrangler forward, casting a curious glance towards the human. Erik Hansen told the truth, that much Jasper could discern. "Dare I ask why?"

Erik shrugged, reaching into the pocket of his black overcoat before he pulled out a pack of Marlboros and a lighter. He flicked the lighter on; the tiny flame bright and full of life in the desolate town. "I'm going to venture not a lot of people like this telepath of yours?" Erik guessed as he lit the cigarette and took a puff.

"He is my foster brother," Jasper admitted.

The human exhaled a cloud of smoke drifting upwards in a near lazy ring. "Well you're not as much of an asshole, I'll give you that."

"…Thank you?"

Erik chuckled. "Well," he sighed, "let the games begin."