Sorry for wait. I'm taking a summer course and the first week has been kinda hectic. For example, I also didn't have internet yesterday XD. I'm an internet addict. But hey, I delievered :D Hopefully yall like it. Review! Thanx!

His leg was well enough for travel and there was no need for a cast…yet Jasper still disliked taking the cast off. Centuries of living, years of fighting had taught him that even the show of faintest weakness: a slight limp, a down casting of the eyes that could spell one's downfall. But Jasper had to see Alice before she left. It was the right thing to do. Just as she was doing the right thing for her. That was how Jasper found himself running back to the Cullens after the human's charismatic speech, peeling the cast off his ankle easily enough. He could still see faint cracks on the ankle, but it would hold.

Animal life was quiet, though the silence could be attributed to Jasper's very presence or any of his family.

"Jasper!"

The voice was femine and so high pitched that it made Jasper attempt to cover his ears as he skidded to a stop. "Wha-" he breathed as he began to build his shields around himself, glancing around. He wasn't far from the house- maybe a block or so and he couldn't sense any life.

"Run Jasper! Get out of here!"

Esme!

The thought hit him hard even as he began to run towards the place he had once called home. Esme had been nothing but kind to all of them, if it a bit clingy. Her mothering obsession was only slightly creepy for him: Jasper generally tried to distance himself from people in general. But for the others…Alice liked having a mother. And even if Jasper didn't like Esme hovering over him, the woman had still lived with him. He owed her something.

Jasper stopped short of bursting out from the trees into the driveway: only a fool would do that. He smirked at himself. And only a fool would go prancing about in a forest to say goodbye to his loved one when there were crack addict vampire killers running about, smoking mushrooms and babies blood and stabbing trees in homicidal rages. The only thing he saw were two little girls, preteens really, and of Asian descent. The twins were nearly identical in looks, the differences between them only miscule. But the one thing that was clearly obvious was the red cloaks tied around their necks. "Black Paradigm," Jasper acknowledged as he stepped out into the driveway, body loose and limber so he could run should the situation call for it.

"Vampire," the blue tinted girl with the bob said and bowed her head just the slightest bit. The other had a burlap sack behind her back; she revealed it, cradling it close to her chest.

"Where is my family?"

The twins shared a look before the blue tinted girl reached towards her neck, untying the cloak. Were this situation any different Jasper might have admired her wings. As the case was, he kept himself on guard for whatever might come out of the woodwork. The house looked undisturbed for the most part…though Jasper couldn't sense the other Cullens near. The entire area now seemed devoid of life…save for the twins and him. "You would deny us the chance for a family," the girl with the red tint to her hair, the one cradling the sack to her chest, murmured. "You would kill us if you had the chance. Why should we feel sorry for you?"

Jasper felt an icy shiver run down his spine: icy even for his own kind. His imagination was going wild now: images of a mutilated Alice, of Rosalie and Emmett dead, Carlisle and Esme gone, Edward finally dead. But…logic was prevailing. If they were all killed here, if, then why was the house not utterly destroyed? Jasper knew his foster family could be callous, maybe even cruel at times, but they were not idiotic. Stupid occasionally, but never willing enough to be taken off guard by these two little girls. And yet…where were the others?

'I would only kill you if you posed a threat," Jasper answered honestly, watching as the blue tinted one reached into the small pouch at her waist to pull out one of those foul smelling pills.

"But we are a threat," the first girl, the one with the wings said. "The Hunter has become the Hunted."

"Kaedae," the girl holding the sack whispered, "I wish we had a mother. Like he did." Jasper watched as she loosened the drawstrings on the burlap sack, holding the opening close to her mouth. "Maybe we can give his mother a kiss?"

"Rei," the blue tinted girl- Kaedae- began but her sister shook her head.

"Just one. From him to her." The burlap sack fell away, dropping to the ground with a soft sound.

Jasper saw the shine of red strands through the girl's fingers; auburn hair falling in gentle waves. Rei had turned sideways so Jasper could see the familiar heart shaped face…as if he needed any confirmation on Esme's face. Rei was holding Esme's severed head in her hands, holding it as if it were a treasured locket or a teddy bear. She placed pale pink lips on Esme's forehead, dark eyes watching him. "She smells like Mommy."

Jasper couldn't think. For a moment he even forgot to be aware as he stared at what was left of Esme Cullen. Never before in his life, had Jasper ever felt more…mortal. "She was home alone," Kaedae murmured. "It was easy to kill her."

"But she wasn't like a true mother," Rei added, brushing the auburn locks with tender care. "She screamed when we stabbed her; she tried to kill us. What kind of mother would do that? She wasn't a very good one. I wonder…was she good to you?"

"What the fuck," Jasper began.

"She wanted to kill us," Kaedae repeated, eyes almost…dazed now. Or so he thought. It was as if she was speaking from memory. "She wanted to slit our throats, to hear our gurgling screams. We had no choice."

"We refuse to be separated," Rei added. Her hands were clutching Esme's head so hard that her veins were almost popping out. "We will not be separate."

Kaedae popped the pill in her mouth. The girl didn't even wince. "Rei," she whispered as Jasper felt the emotional change coming over her. "Rei I love you."

Esme's head hit the ground as Rei pulled out her pill, wincing as she gulped it down. "I love you Kaedae."

I love you.

Rei shot a pillar of flame at Jasper's face; the creeped out vampire was just barely able to dodge it. He felt the heat skim against his cheek before Kaedae shot towards him, a dagger already unsheathed. Though the girls were Black Paradigm, they were still young girls: their speed was unparallel with normal children or even normal human adults, but the strength behind their hits was not the same as it would have been for an adult. Jasper dodged the frantic knife thrusts, the flames that spiraled around him, the tidal wave of bloodlust and love and terror. He grabbed at the nearest flash of color he could see: his fingers wrapped around a collar and he flung the girl away from him. It was Kaedae.

Her body slammed into a tree trunk, a sickening crack erupting the air as one wing was pinned between her back and the tree. Kaedae screamed. "Kaedae," Rei screamed as she ran towards her sister, the flames surrounding her evaporating into thin smoke trails. Rei dropped to her knees, flinging her arms around her sister. Jasper took a deep, shuddering breath, steadying himself before he picked up Esme's head, placing it in the burlap sack.

"Open your eyes," Re pleaded through her sobs, clutching Kaedae tight. "Please Kaedae, open your eyes."

"I-I'm sorry-" Jasper began and Rei's head snapped up so fast that Jasper heard her neck crack.

"How dare you," Rei breathed. She stood up, walking towards him as her entire body erupted into flames. Orangey red with the heat closest to her skin being blue, it moved upwards and out, creating a massive aura.

"She's still alive."

"I'll kill you!"

Jasper could have killed her. He could have killed both of them. It would have been easy then. Rei's greatest weakness, besides being batshit insane, was her obsessive need to be by her sister's side. Her very love for her sister which even now Jasper could feel pulsating off her; this love was the very reason for both girls doing what they did. And maybe, long ago Jasper might have taken advantage of this. But right now?

The weight of the sack felt heavy in his hands. Right now, there was nothing more that Jasper wanted then to go back. "I am sorry," he replied and took off at a run, heading deep into the forest. Civil war was never pretty. Jasper knew this well. He had first hand experience.