Kin and Kindred

Chapter 1

Fusedtwilight: This is the first story I ever did that had Jasper as the main character. It's real fun to get into that crazy mind of his. Thanks to animegirlkiki for betaing!

Jasper P.O.V

Me, Carlisle, Edward and Emmett decided to have a boy's night out.

Get away from the women, just us guys hanging out hunting some animals, making a bunch of guy jokes and not worry about our wives getting mad at us.

We were in Oregon hunting for food. Emmett wanted to have a contest to see who could catch the biggest prey. We had until midnight which only gave us an hour, the prize would be a Harley Davidson motorcycle built in the nineteen sixties he had found. All it needed was a little fixing and it would be good as new. I had a thing for motorcycles. I still had the one Edward got for Bella when she was human. But who needs a new bike when you can have a classic?

I smiled as I ran. Already planning the modifications I was going to make on the bike as soon as I got it. I had yet to feed so my instincts were running wild. I was greatly enjoying myself, hanging out with my family, having fun, hunting animals.

We picked the middle of nowhere in the forests. The kind of place where there were lots of animals for us to feast and not a chance of there being any humans around. Imagine my surprise when the sweet smell of human blood hit my nose.

Carlisle and the others were gone, already looking for their prey. I tried to resist but the allure of human blood was to strong. I had gone to long from feeding, spending too much time wrestling with the others or running with them.

I tried to resist but…it smelled…so…good. Let Emmett or the others have the damn bike! I will have something a million times better, the blood of a human!

I ran in the direction the smell was coming from. My vampire instincts were driving me now. Willing me forward to find my pray. But in the back of my head I was screaming for help.

Jack P.O.V

I grunted in pain as I hit the floor.

Mom was in one of her moods again. It was ten at night on a Friday. So I knew it was going to be like this. She got off of work at four but she didn't call until five. She said she would be home soon and I knew what would happen.

So flash forward to about ten, mom comes home drunk as hell, how she managed to avoid getting pulled over I don't know. She came home all mad about something that happened years ago when she was younger, before I was even born.

I welcome her home and she ignores me, then she goes in her room and I hear her calling up her mother, her ex-boyfriend, a few friends she has. To my grandma she tells how she was such a lousy mother, how she never loved her, how she ruined her life.

Her ex she calls and yells at him for cheating on her even though he never did. How he was lazy and it was his entire fault they broke up, how he broke her heart. Truth was he was a good guy; she was just to controlling and paranoid to live with.

Her friends she calls to complain and cry to about her past and how miserable she is. Telling them twisted versions of the calls she just made, always making herself out to be the victim.

I went in my room and did my best to ignore it, did my best to be ignored. Some nights it worked. Some nights it didn't. This was one of those nights.

"Jack!" my mom shouted.

I sighed and got up from my bed. Wondering what I had done now to set her off on me this time. "Yes mom? I asked walking into the living room.

"Did you vacuum today?" she asked. She was glaring at me. The smell of alcohol was thick on her like a perfume.

"Sorry mom I forgot," I said.

'I was too busy worrying about dealing with your drunk ass when you got home," I thought.

"Yeah you always forget, you know I work my fucking ass off at work, do you think I want to come home and work my ass off here too? I am not your slave you know!"

"I'm sorry but I did the dishes and took out the trash," I said hoping to appease her.

"So what? I asked you to vacuum and you can't get off your ass and do it? You know I work why would you want to make me work more? Don't I take care of you enough?"

"I said I was sorry mom."

"Sorry? Sorry! My fucking house is a fucking wreck because you're to fucking lazy to pick up after yourself!"

I looked around the house. It was spotless. Perfectly clean. My mom was a clean freak. You could never say our house was messy or a wreck. Except for mom. She always found some imperfection that frustrated her with the house. I was always getting in trouble for leaving something where it is not supposed to be or not picking something up I didn't know needed to be picked up.

I tried to do the laundry, I tried to help clean but she would always tell me I was doing a horrible job and make me stop and do it herself. Then latter she would yell at me for not doing it myself.

"Mom the house looks great."

"No it doesn't!" she shouted. "I'm sick of coming home to an ungrateful son who can't fucking pick up after himself because he's a fucking slob!"

"I'm not a fucking slob, you're just drunk and pissed…again," I said. As soon as I said it I knew I fucked up.

She raised her hand back and punched me. No she didn't slap me, she punched my face. Right on the cheek. My vision exploded into stars. I fell and hit my head on the side of the table.

That was how I found myself on the floor after cocking off to my mom. "Don't you fucking cuss at me! I'm your fucking mother you ungrateful bastard!"

I brought my hand up to my head and tenderly felt the part that hit the table. My head was hurting bad and when I touched the spot that got hit I winced. I felt something wet and sticky in my hair. I drew my hand back and knew the blood would be there.

I looked at my fingers covered in blood. "I'm bleeding," I said.

"Your own damn fault." she said.

I glared at her and got up. "You dumb bitch!" I snarled.

"What did you say?" she asked her voice going dangerously low.

"I am so fucking sick and tired of you! You are bossy, controlling, you think you never make mistakes and you blame everyone including me for how fucked your life it!"

She slapped me this time. My left cheek stung from where she slapped me. I was so pissed now. I was sick and tired of taking care of her, of having to tip toe around her and her fragile emotions, of having to move because she got into a fight with her boyfriend or because she got a D.U.I and being blamed for shit that had nothing to do with me.

"I am your mother! I give you food, clothes, a home and this is what I get? I come home and your cussing at me?"

See, she already has an excuse. She'll be saying I cuss her out and stuff. She won't have no memory she started bitching me out. She'll only recall the bits that make me look like the bad guy and her the victim.

"You may be my mother, you may take care of me, but obviously you don't love me otherwise you wouldn't treat me like this! Well fuck you old woman, I am tired of you and your shit! I'm leaving!"

I ran to the door and put my shoes on. I opened the front door. "You walk out that door I don't ever want to see you again!"

I turned to her; tears were running down my face. "Good, I never want to see you again either, I hate you! I wish I was dead!"

I ran out the door of our trailer. I saw some neighbors peeking out their windows to see what the commotion was.

"What!" I screamed at them.

"Jack get back here now!" I heard mom scream.

I ignored her and kept on running. I ran until her screams became distant shrieks in the distance. I had no idea where I was going I just ran, I ran and ran and ran some more. I ran for…I don't even know how far I ran. I just had to get away. My blood was pumping and my head hurt like a bitch.

And I ran.

Alice P.O.V

I was brushing Esme's hair. While the guys were having their boy's night out I decided we girls should have a girl's night. Do each other's hair, paint our toe nails, that kind of thing.

Nessie was excited. It was her first slumber party with her mom and us. I had to admit, Nessie took after her grandma Renee. She had a never ending energy to do anything and everything. I wish Bella was more like that. Nessie was always eager to try things out.

I was showing Nessie the best way to brush hair when I had a vision. I saw Jasper in the woods in Oregon. He had a small boy in his arms, his teeth were deep in the boy's neck and he screamed in pain.

I quickly grabbed my cell phone and dialed Jasper. No answer. "Damn it all!" I cursed.

I should have been paying attention to Jasper! But they were in such a remote area in Oregon, and I had checked for any campers but I had seen none. Why was a kid out there all by himself!

"Alice what is it?" Esme asked.

I ignored her, not having the time to explain. First I called Carlisle.

"Alice?"

"Carlisle Jasper is going to kill a boy!" I said.

"What?!"

"I just had a vision of him draining a child in the woods!"

I heard the girls gasp behind me. "Where is he now?" Carlisle asked.

"He's hunting the boy, he's close to him now. He can't help himself, the boy is bleeding," I said.

"Call Edward and Emmett, I'll see if I can get to him."

He hanged up and I dialed Edward.

"I'm already on it!" he answered and hanged up.

Next I dialed Emmett. "Hello littlest sister," he greeted cheerfully.

"Emmett find Jasper, he is going to attack a boy in the woods! The kid is bleeding!"

"I'm on it!" he hanged up.

I put my phone away and closed my eyes. I focused on Jasper and what he was doing right now I saw him running through the woods. Following the scent of the human. His eyes were black and wild.

I then focused on the human boy. He was young. About ten to twelve. He had brown hair and was about my size. His eyes were light green and he was bleeding from a nasty cut on his head. He was muttering angrily and looking around lost.

I knew they were going to be too late. Jasper would get there first and use his power on him to make him calmer when he drained him. Damn it they weren't going to get there in time.

We had to get ready, whether we like it or not.

Jack P.O.V

I was a fucking idiot.

I mean running away was one thing, but running away for over an hour at night into the woods was another stupid matter all together. Not to mention my head was throbbing a bitch where it hit the table.

It's not like it was the first time she hit me when she was drunk. I decided to sit on a log and get my bearings. It was night and dark as hell out. I could barely see where I was going, how was I supposed to find my way back to civilization?

I had been running for a long time. To mad and pissed off to really care where I was going, as long as it was away from her.

A noise made me look up. There was a man here. It was to dark out for me to see him clearly. He was defiantly older than me. Like early twenties at least. He had long blonde hair; I think it was blonde, hard to see in this black night. He seemed rather pale in the dark; I couldn't see his eyes once again too dark.

"Hello?" I said.

He didn't respond. He began to walk towards me. I got up and began to walk away from him. Every instincts I had in my body was screaming RUN! Even in the dark I could feel his gaze on me.

"Look, I'm lost could you tell me where I can find a house to stay at or something?" I asked. My head began to throb harder now and I touched the cut with my hand.

I touched it to hard and I felt the blood starting to flow again. I brought my hand back and saw the fresh blood back on my fingers. The man in front of me let out a hiss and I froze. That wasn't a human hiss.

I was about ready to run away when I became calmer. It was weird. One minute I was ready to run now I was feeling more calm and confidant. Huh.. Strange.

"Do not be afraid," the man said walking forward.

"I'm not," I said indignantly.

The clouds parted and moonlight pooled from the sky. I got a better profile of him. His hair was blonde, it went to his shoulders. His skin was very pale and his eyes were black like onyx.

I felt curiosity then. For some reason he was just so interesting to me then. I wanted to learn more about him. His name, where he was from, why he was out here. Everything

I began to walk closer to him. I was still a little cautious though, there was something about his eyes that sent chills down my spine.

Suddenly he was in front of me. I jumped back shocked. "Stay away!"

He grabbed me by the shoulders. His hands were cold and hard like granite. His fingers dug into my shoulders and I cried in pain. He opened his mouth and flashed teeth then he brought his mouth down to my neck.

His teeth were sharper then razors, they bit into my flesh like a hot knife through butter. His tonuge licked at my neck, sucking in my blood eagerly.

"Get off me you blonde cock sucker!" I shouted.

My neck was beginning to burn. Like a fire was spreading from my neck. The world was growing darker, but the fire was growing, spreading.

Was this how I was going to die? Alone in some woods, my body left drained by some cannibal freak. Left for the animals to pick my body of meat?

I wonder how long before someone found my body? Would they catch my killer? Would there be some great man hunt for me? Would my mom weep over my body at the funeral?

Knowing her she would get hammered and make a fucking embarrassing scene. Figures.

Jasper P.O.V

My mouth sucked on the boy's blood eagerly. My tongue licked around the wound, lapping up the blood like a cat licking milk.

I could feel his pain. His fear. Just like the old days when I traveled with Peter and Charlotte. As I drained him I still continued to try and fight my nature. I remembered Carlisle and my family. I remembered what I was doing was going to get them killed.

I have just broken the treaty. When the wolves find out they will come for us. After everything Carlisle and the others did for me, for Alice. This is how I repay them? By betraying everything they stood for?

I am weak; I have always been weak, giving in to my blood lust like a new born vampire. I thought of my sweet Alice and how ashamed she would soon to be of me. How could she stand the sight of me after this? How could she be married to a monster?

It took every ounce of will I possessed in my body but I tore myself away from the boy. His blood gave me enough strength to regain some control. He fell to the ground, his heart was weak. He was moaning in pain as the venom slowly spread through his body. In three days time he would be one of us…if he was allowed to live that is.

I had to get rid of him. I had to hide the evidence. I could take the body and hide it somewhere and bury it, or I could burn it. But my eyes! If the wolves see my eyes they will know what I have done!

I looked at the boy as he writhed on the ground. I once would have done it. Once. But I haven't come this far to reclaim my humanity just to throw it away so shamefully. The others would never forgive me.

Speaking of the others Carlisle, Edward and Emmett came running from the woods. They looked at the boy writhing on the ground then at me. "Jasper what have you done!" Carlisle said as he ran to inspect the boy.

Shame hit me hard with those words as I watched him go over the boy. "Can we suck the venom out?" Emmett asked.

"No, too much blood has been lost and the venom has taken root already, he is going to change."

"I'm sorry, I was hunting and I smelled his blood, what was he doing out here?" I asked.

"He's a runaway from home," Edward said. "I don't think he will be wanting to go back home so that might make this easier."

"What are we going to do about the wolves?" Emmett asked. "If they learn what we did the treaty will be broken!"

"Then we won't tell them." I said.

"How will we explain the kid?" Emmett asked jerking his thumb at the boy.

"We will tell them it was a nomad, we saved the boy before he could be killed." I said.

"What about your eyes bro? There already turning red."

I felt along my eyes. "I will were sunglasses when I'm at home until they go back. Or I can just stay away from them until they change back." I looked at Carlisle sadly. "I'm sorry, I tried to resist but I was hungry and his blood called to me."

"At least you had the will to stop before you killed him, that's a small blessing," Carlisle said gently.

I looked at the boy whose life I just ruined. "Yeah, a blessing."

Alice P.O.V

I had the room ready and waiting for the others when they brought the boy in.

Luckily Jacob wasn't here this night; he was spending time with his family in La Push. We took the boy down to the basement and waited for the transformation to be complete. Jasper stayed with him, his once golden eyes now had red in them.

He used his power to try and make the process less painless for him but it wasn't working much. He wouldn't talk to no one, not even me. I knew he was in pain himself, feeling the boy go through his transformation, knowing what awaited him for the rest of his life.

There was also the problem of the wolves. If they learned what he had done the treaty would be broken. However the situation with Reneseme complicated things. Their law said the imprint could not be harmed, it doesn't say their family was untouchable.

We all agreed not to tell anyone. Reneseme swore she would keep it from Jake. A little over a year and she could understand the seriousness of the situation.

We had to tell Jake of course so the wolves would know we were adding a member to the coven. When Jake came to see the boy Jasper stayed in another room so Jake would not see his eyes.

Jake told us he would tell the others to expect a new vampire in our group. On the second night of the boy's transformation we learned his name was Jack. We were checking the internet for any news of missing people reports. Since Jack was a minor it didn't take them long to put a report on the net.

The future was changing a lot. So many choices to make. I saw all kinds of possible paths. It was hard to see which one would happen because Jack himself hadn't decided to make any choices yet.

On the third and final night the venom spread, his heart stopped and he opened his eyes.

Jack P.O.V

The fire was beginning to fade. I don't know how long I burned for. A day, a month, a year.

There were times when I was able to focus and hear people moving around me. Talking, saying strange things. Then the fire would consume me and I would be lost to the burning.

But now with the fire going away I was able to reclaim my senses. Only now they seemed sharper. I heard movement around me, people talking.

"He is waking up," a female voice said.

"Jasper you shouldn't be here!"

"He is my responsibility Carlisle, I need to be here to keep him calm."

That voice? There was something disturbingly familiar about it. I tried to remember but everything was fuzzy.

I opened my eyes and stared at a white ceiling. My throat was burning. I needed some water or something, it was like I had dry mouth or something.

A face appeared in my vision. It was a man with blonde hair, golden eyes, and a kind face.

"Hello Jack, how are you feeling?" he asked.

"Okay, my throat is dry…how do you know my name?"

"I am a doctor, my name is Carlisle. You are in my house, we brought you to our house," he said.

Doctor? Why did I need a doctor? Did mom finally snap and beat me so bad I needed a doctor? Wait…I ran from home, mom and me had another bad fight. I ran…I was attacked.

I sat up. Something was going on. My vision was…sharper. I could see the bulbs in the lights above, even though the light they shined was brighter I could see the bulbs inside emanating light. I could see dust floating in the air like mini planets. I looked at Carlisle as he moved. The way he moved, I could see the muscles in his flesh move better than I could before. I knew exactly when he was going to raise his hand, when he was going to move. Just by watching his muscles.

My sense of smell was enhanced. A deep breath of air brought the dust into my lungs and a whole slew of smells assaulted my nose. A whole river of memories came with the smells. I opened my mouth and even my sense of taste was enhanced, like I could smell with my tongue.

What was weird was my lungs didn't burn for the need of air. It was like reflex but there was no need for it, my lungs didn't need air. What the fuck was wrong with me?!

"What happened to me?" I asked.

"Jack, you were attacked, when you ran from home something found you and attacked you." he spoke calmly. His words were slow and delicate like when you speak to a child you have to give bad news.

"Look doc stop dicking around, I'm twelve not two, what the hell happened?"

He was a little taken aback by my directness. "I am sorry, but the situation is complex."

I heard someone move and I turned my head and saw another man standing behind us. A small girl and a much larger more muscular guy stood against the wall. The Shorty and the giant had golden eyes. But the man in the middle had red eyes. There was something…..

I remembered. This was the freak who attacked me! I let out a hiss on instinct. It reminded me of the hiss he had made in the woods. I grabbed my throat confused. I sounded like a pissed off cat.

The man in the middle looked different. Must have been the scars that decorated his body. Looking at those scars something in me screamed 'Danger!' I jumped off the bed I was on. When I say jump I mean I flew across the room away from him. Hitting the wall and leaving a crack in the concrete.

I felt the cracks in the concrete with my fingers; even my sense of touch was enhanced. I could tell just from the feel how thick the cracks were and knew by tracing them how long they would extend and how they would curve.

I never took my eyes of the man or the people. Carlisle said they brought me to their house. Were they slave traders? Did they kidnap kids and sell them? Was I taken by a crazy family to be trained as their slave? I watch lifetime, Law & Order Svu, I watch CNN I know how fucked up people can be!

My mind was screaming at me to run, to get away. Too many in a small room, I would be killed! I was alone, boxed in, in danger. I growled and it was deep, deeper then what my voice should be capable of.

"Who are you people! You kidnap me to eat me or something!"

"No Jack we mean you no harm!" Carlisle said gently.

"Bullshit! That fucker tried to rip my fucking throat out!" I shouted.

"I am sorry," he said. His face showed a calm and sorrow I did not recall seeing before. Matter of fact I did not recall those scars on his face. "I did not mean to hurt you, but your blood called to me."

"My blood? What are you a fucking vampire or something?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes, and now so are you." he said.

"Look scar face..."

"Jasper."

"Yeah whatever, I may be twelve but I'm not retarded."

"You have noticed it haven't you? The enhanced senses? The burning in the throat? Obviously you have noticed your new physical prowess," he said.

"You drugged me, you gave me crack or something to make me freak out!" I accused.

"Carlisle, give him the mirror," Jasper said.

Carlisle picked up a hand mirror from a table and handed it to me. I took it from him and checked myself out. First I was pretty….PRETTY! I look like fucking pedophile bait! I looked more attractive than I did as a human. I was losing some of my baby fat on my face but my chin was more pointed now, the dimple on my chin was more noticeable. My hair was more wavy now and there was a million other minor things that made me look more beautiful in a child like sort of way. I looked like a little angel.

Except my eyes. They were bright vivid red, redder then that fuck face Jasper's.

"Duck!" the little girl shouted.

I reared my hand back and threw the mirror back at them. They all ducked except for Jasper. It his him right in the face and he didn't blink, even when the mirror shattered into a thousand pieces, there was no bruise or even a cut.

"What the fuck did you all do to me!" I shouted.

I was beginning to see red. I was snarling like a beast. Emotions like I have never felt before were coming out in me, such rage and anger. I felt a wave of calm envelop me. My anger subsided by a lot but I was still angry.

"Alice show him," Jasper said.

Alice went to a large metal carbonate. With both hands she lifted it off the ground and didn't even grunt in the effort it.

I stared at her in shock. What drugs did they give her? She was a whole foot taller than me but still she shouldn't have been able to do that.

"Oh my god," I said.

"It's true, I am…a vampire?"

"Yes, you are," Jasper said.

"But that means I will never age…I will never be able to graduate or go to college or get a wife or get a car…I'll never see my friends or family."

"I know this is a lot to take in, I know you must be feeling such sorrow right now. But I understand what you are going through; we all lost loved ones and felt-"

"What are you fucking nuts?" I asked.

"Excuse me?" he asked.

"I'm a fucking vampire!" I ran forward and it was faster than humanly possible. I slammed my fist onto the bed and it folded in half. "I'll never age! I'm faster and stronger than humans! And I'll never have to see that drunken whore bitch mother of mine or those stupid assholes I went to school with! I'm free!" I threw my hands up. "FREEEE! Come on." I looked at them all. "Let's go kill people!" I turned and ran out the door, happier then I have ever been in a long time.

Jasper P.O.V

We watched shocked when Jack ran out. I knew when Carlisle was talking to him he felt a little sadness but that that was overwhelmed by joy and delight.

I was not expecting that little outburst, none of us were. "Wow, even I did not see that coming," Alice said.

"Shouldn't we chase after him?" Emmett asked.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU PALE FUCKS!" we heard shouted from upstairs.

"They got him." I said.

"Wow bro, you sure do got your work cut out for you," Emmett laughed.

Fusedtwilight: How will Jasper handle being a maker? How will Jack settle into being a vampire? Find out next chapter, please review.