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worse after I’d hunted。
“I contemplated that。 In so many years of slaughter and carnage； I’d lost nearly all of my humanity。 I was
undeniably a nightmare； a monster of the grisliest kind。 Yet each time I found another human victim； I would
feel a faint prick of remembrance for that other life。 Watching their eyes widen in wonder at my beauty； I could
see Maria and the others in my head； what they had looked like to me the last night that I was Jasper
Whitlock。 It was stronger for me — this borrowed memory — than it was for anyone else； because I could
feel everything my prey was feeling。 And I lived their emotions as I killed them。
“You’ve experienced the way I can manipulate the emotions around myself； Bella； but I wonder if you
realize how the feelings in a room affect me。 I live every day in a climate of emotion。 For the first century of my
life； I lived in a world of bloodthirsty vengeance。 Hate was my constant panion。 It eased some when I left
Maria； but I still had to feel the horror and fear of my prey。
“It began to be too much。
“The depression got worse； and I wandered away from Peter and Charlotte。 Civilized as they were； they
didn’t feel the same aversion I was beginning to feel。 They only wanted peace from the fight。 I was so wearied
by killing — killing anyone； even mere humans。
“Yet I had to keep killing。 What choice did I have？ I tried to kill less often； but I would get too thirsty and
I would give in。 After a century of instant gratification； I found selfdiscipline 。 。 。 challenging。 I still haven’t
perfected that。”
Jasper was lost in the story； as was I。 It surprised me when his desolate expression smoothed into a
peaceful smile。
“I was in Philadelphia。 There was a storm； and I was out during the day — something I was not
pletely fortable with yet。 I knew standing in the rain would attract attention； so I ducked into a little
halfempty diner。 My eyes were dark enough that no one would notice them； though this meant I was thirsty；
and that worried me a little。
“She was there — expecting me； naturally。” He chuckled once。 “She hopped down from the high stool at
the counter as soon as I walked in and came directly toward me。
“It shocked me。 I was not sure if she meant to attack。 That’s the only interpretation of her behavior my
past had to offer。 But she was smiling。 And the emotions that were emanating from her were like nothing I’d
ever felt before。
“‘You’ve kept me waiting a long time；’ she said。”
I didn’t realize Alice had e to stand behind me again。
“And you ducked your head； like a good Southern gentleman； and said； ‘I’m sorry； ma’am。’” Alice
laughed at the memory。
Jasper smiled down at her。 “You held out your hand； and I took it without stopping to make sense of what
I was doing。 For the first time in almost a century； I felt hope。”
Jasper took Alice’s hand as he spoke。
Alice grinned。 “I was just relieved。 I thought you were never going to show up。”
They smiled at each other for a long moment； and then Jasper looked back to me； the soft expression
lingering。
“Alice told me what she’d seen of Carlisle and his family。 I could hardly believe that such an existence was
possible。 But Alice made me optimistic。 So we went to find them。”
“Scared the hell out of them； too；” Edward said； rolling his eyes at Jasper before turning to me to explain。
“Emmett and I were away hunting。 Jasper shows up； covered in battle scars； towing this little freak” — he
nudged Alice playfully — “who greets them all by name； knows everything about them； and wants to know
which room she can move into。”
Alice and Jasper laughed in harmony； soprano and bass。
“When I got home； all my things were in the garage；” Edward continued。
Alice shrugged。 “Your room had the best view。”
They all laughed together now。
“That’s a nice story；” I said。
Three pairs of eyes questioned my sanity。
“I mean the last part；” I defended myself。 “The happy ending with Alice。”
“Alice has made all the difference；” Jasper agreed。 “This is a climate I enjoy。”
But the momentary pause in the stress couldn’t last。
“An army；” Alice whispered。 “Why didn’t you tell me？”
The others were intent again； their eyes locked on Jasper’s face。
“I thought I must be interpreting the signs incorrectly。 Because where is the motive？ Why would someone
create an army in Seattle？ There is no history there； no vendetta。 It makes no sense from a conquest
standpoint； either； no one claims it。 Nomads pass through； but there’s no one to fight for it。 No one to defend
it from。
“But I’ve seen this before； and there’s no other explanation。 There is an army of newborn vampires in
Seattle。 Fewer than twenty； I’d guess。 The difficult part is that they are totally untrained。 Whoever made them
just set them loose。 It will only get worse； and it won’t be much longer till the Volturi step in。 Actually； I’m
surprised they’ve let this go on so long。”
“What can we do？” Carlisle asked。
“If we want to avoid the Volturi’s involvement； we will have to destroy the newborns； and we will have to
do it very soon。” Jasper’s face was hard。 Knowing his story now； I could guess how this evaluation must
disturb him。 “I can teach you how。 It won’t be easy in the city。 The young ones aren’t concerned about
secrecy； but we will have to be。 It will limit us in ways that they are not。 Maybe we can lure them out。”
“Maybe we won’t have to。” Edward’s voice was bleak。 “Does it occur to anyone else that the only
possible threat in the area that would call for the creation of an army is 。 。 。 us？”
Jasper’s eyes narrowed； Carlisle’s widened； shocked。
“Tanya’s family is also near；” Esme said slowly； unwilling to accept Edward’s words。
“The newborns aren’t ravaging Anchorage； Esme。 I think we have to consider the idea that we are the
targets。”
“They’re not ing after us；” Alice insisted； and then paused。 “Or 。 。 。 they don’t know that they are。
Not yet。”
“What is that？” Edward asked； curious and tense。 “What are you remembering？”