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Who: Esme Cullen

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What: She's trying to find him just so that she can keep him away from a healing group.
When: Now
Where: Wherever he is >.>
Rating: PG-13

Because she was no help being around wounded people and she knew that, she had taken a different approach. Carrying the book with her in case she needed to open it to warn people or call one of the family for help, she made her way around the castle grounds in search of her rogue child. Using her speed she hurried as quickly s she could. He was not easy to find.

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After the evening's events in the castle, Jasper made his way outside. He was tired of ignorant people trying to stop him - and that included Alice. Fortunately he'd had no fights with ridiculous 'heroes' trying to help people or prove something or ... Whatever. He walked calmly, figuring no one would venture out at night.

When she spotted him, she knew that it would do no good to run up and show him that she was out looking for him. She kept her eyes on him, and then made her way in his direction, pretending that she was just outside doing whatever. When she came across him, she looked up.

"Jasper..."

Esme, stopped in her tracks, watching him.

Upon hearing Esme's approach and then her voice, Jasper decided he needed to learn the Cullens' scents. Their endless attempts to convince him that he was one of them were getting tiring and really, he could do without. He sighed audibly and turned to look at Esme.

"What?" He asked sharply.

She couldn't stop herself, she put her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes at him. "I don't care who you think you are, do not speak to me that way." It came out naturally to scold when she felt the need. She'd been mothering these kids for over half a century and it was easy to get annoyed when they showed her disrespect.

Jasper rolled his eyes at her. Really this woman needed to get over this whole 'mother' notion because really, Jasper had no mother anymore. "Can I help you?" He snapped, not bothering to be respectful towards her.

She glared at him, she loved this boy dearly, but the way he was acting was getting on her nerves. And then there was the fact that somehow she had to let Carlisle know where it was that she had found him, so that she could have some help in keeping in there.

"Hold on," she told him. "I'll tell you in a minute, what I had to tell you." She opened the book casually and quickly scribbled a note down for Carlisle. Then she closed it up and just hoped he'd get it fast.

"Now then." She took a step closer to him, hoping he wouldn't ask about the book and reached out to tightly grasp his wrist. "Look, If you think that it's alright to hurt my other children, then you are sorely mistaken. I saw Emmett's skin and since you insist on not being a part of this family, or whatever it is, do not think that I will allow you to hurt any of my other children."

Jasper raised his eyebrows, watching her write in her book. He wasn't about to ask - he didn't care much and still didn't understand exactly how the journals worked. If he did she'd have lost hers the moment she pulled it out.

"Ma'am," He said with a little bit of a chuckle. "I don't recall askin' you permission to do hurt your 'children'. And you know I can't help it if they're gonna come after me. If I get attacked, I'm fightin' back."

He shrugged. "Not my fault your boy doesn't know how to handle himself."

"Oh, don't you give me that...you are in full control of your actions. Short of their being actual spilled human blood, you control everything you do." She was not about to listen to this attitude of everything being out of his control. She had never much liked people who acted like everything was in someone else's hands. It didn't settle well with her.

"You want to know why we keep following you around?" She asked, not releasing her tight grip on his wrist.

Jasper chuckled. "I never claimed to have no control over myself ma'am. I've got plenty of control. I just don't care the way about humans that you do, I'm afraid." He said with a little shrug. "And as for why you follow me, I don't rightly care s'long as you stop." He said, raising an eyebrow.

He looked down at her hand on his wrist and lifted their arms before jerking his hand away, catching her wrist instead. "I'd advise you not to touch me again. I'm likely to take that as a thread and we wouldn't want to leave your children without their mother now would we?"

She could not keep the look of pure anguish off her face, she swallowed roughly and looked for a moment like she would cry if she could. To have her child, someone she had looked out for and after, and had held when he was upset and new to their diet made her ache. But she could not allow her emotions to get herself into trouble.

So she forced her mother nature down, forced herself to remember this was not the same boy she loved and adored. "I am more then capable of defending myself, I may be a mother, but you have no idea what a mother is capable of doing when her child is threatened." With that, she grabbed the hand that was holding her wrist tightly, fingers linking into his to yank her hand free and she held his wrist once again, more tightly then before, to show he could not intimidate her.

"And sometimes protecting your child, means protecting them from themselves." That was true.

He felt the anguish and momentarily, it softened him. However, Maria had trained Jasper hard and long in overriding the things he felt from others. Compassion wasn't something a soldier could afford. He blocked out her pain as much as he could, looking impassively down at her as best as he could.

He pulled his wrist back, wrenching it out of her grip. "I'm sure you're very strong, ma'am." He assured her. "But I've killed more of our kind than you probably care to count." He didn't take into account that she probably already knew this. He still didn't believe he was who they said he was.

Jasper took a step closer to her, right in her face almost, or well, that close, though he took advantage of his full height. "I'm not your child. So please get over these delusions of yours. I'd kill you and wouldn't think twice before starting on your 'children'. You're all in my way and I won't have that."

"What's the one who thinks I'm in love with her? Alice? I could always start there." He smirked.

She loved him, God she loved him. But she could not allow even him to threaten the others. The thought that he could take them out, the thought that he would take them out, just because they were a hindrance made her angry. Just because a mom loved her children unconditionally did not mean that they could not get outright furious when they behaved like a little monster.

Esme couldn't stop the snarl that caught at her and she didn't care that he towered over her, she grabbed his arms, tightly within her own, shoving him back. She did not use her full strength, but she held him there and looked up at him. Her eyes were dark and clearly dangerous.

She gripped his arms tighter. "You are right, you'll have to leave them without a mother before I'll allow you to touch a single one of them." She would rather die then see Alice or Emmett or Rosalie or Edward hurt. They were her life, as much as he was. But at the moment he was the dangerous one and they weren't. Her entire world revolved around that family and she wasn't about to let, even Jasper bring harm upon them, and she knew she couldn't kill Jasper, she did not have it in her, but she could try to capture him and if she had to fight him to do that, then she'd do her best.

She'd rather he took it out on her then on the rest of them.

When she shoved, he backed up a few paces. He found her aggression more amusing than anything. He didn't consider her much of a threat, though it had nothing to do with her size or gender. Jasper would never have fought against Maria - and she was almost as petite as Alice. He just saw this whole 'family' thing as a weakening and unnecesssary attachment.

"You could have avoided this. If all of you just left me, I wouldn't have to kill your little family." He snarled. At once he reached forward and grabbed Esme so now he was the one restraining her. "I wonder what they'll say when you're dead ..." He mused aloud.

Carlisle had gotten Esme's note. He had only hoped that she was still distracting him when he'd rushed from the clinic. He had gone as quickly as possible, finding his way to the outdoors and taking a moment to smell. He could sense his wife near by, knew she was still there, and was sure he could pick the faint smell of Jasper with her. So he did what any concerned husband would do; he rushed.

In his rush, he had managed to get there in time for Jasper's little muse. He had been angry enough seeing his son restraining Esme like so, but the thought of him hurting any of their family was something not even he could stand for. While his normal reaction would have been to interrupt, to try and calmly talk it out, he didn't feel that same patience within him. He instead felt a growl erupt from the back of his throat, and he quickly lunged forward, grabbing hold of Jasper's collar and attempting to pull him away from Esme.

"Don't. Touch her. Jasper."

Jasper had been so distracted by his anger towards Esme, his amusement as her apparent concern for him ... that he hardly noticed Carlisle coming. In fact the younger vampire didn't even look up until Carlisle was all but right at his side.

His eyes widened as he stumbled backwards, pulled by Carlisle's hands. He yanked away, having had his fill of being restrained by other vampires for the day. He growned at Carlisle, looking at him with narrowed eyes. He'd kill him to if he had to.

"Eager for your turn?" He goaded. "Wanted to go before she did?" He bared his teeth in a challenge, staring the other down.

She wasn't sure she had ever been more grateful to see her husband then she was right then and there. When she was released and Carlisle had him distracted she turned around, trying to ignore every other mothering instinct and ran for him, grabbing his arms behind his back and holding him in one place, so that she could try and give Carlisle a chance to get him from the other side.

He was getting awfully tired of having to fight people in pairs. It got just the slightest bit annoying. He turned his attention from Carlisle to Esme, feeling the woman's vice like grip on his arms. She was strong - stronger than he expected but again, Maria had taught him never to underestimate a female vampire.

Immediately he struggled against her, managing to rip his arms away from her. He turned sharply and made a grab for her neck, trying to get a girl hold on it. "I've just about had enough out of you." He said with a low growl from deep in his chest.

Without bothering to wait for a response, he used all his strength to shove her away from him, unsure and uncaring of how far or hard she'd get away, as long as she provided a distraction. As much as he hated to admit it, he was outmatched here.

Carlisle knew exactly what he was trying to do. He knew that he had to choose between capturing a dangerous vampire or getting his wife before she was hurt. Snarling a bit, he chose the latter, knowing that even if he'd tried to grab Jasper at this point, he would only end up hurting the son he was trying to protect. So instead, he ran, outstretching his arms and grabbing hold of Esme tightly as he all but tumbled to the ground.

He swallowed roughly, his eyes shut tight, knowing that when he went to look for him, Jasper would likely not be there. "Are you alright?" he murmured, wanting to be sure the choice had at least been worth it.

Her neck was throbbing something fierce, and she massaged it with her hand to get the feeling back. It was lucky she was a vampire, because the force of his throw would have broken the neck of a normal person. It hurt a bit to swallow, but that may have also had something to do with the fact that she was so much more hurt emotionally then she was physically. Even her neck, despite the pain she felt at the moment, would heal quickly and she'd be back to her own perfected physical state, but the emotional pain that she was feeling was not going to ebb.

She was grateful that her husband was there with her, because she he understood better then the others the feeling of being a parent in this situation. God, it hurt to remember what had just gone on, but it played over and over in her head like a broken record. She shook in Carlisle's arms, the hand that was not holding her neck, knotted itself in Carlisle's shirt and she sobbed against him. There may be no tears to stain his shirt, but she was distraught all the same.

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