It has been brought to my attention that there is some confusion over what Peter knows as I have failed to make a mention of this in Peter's point of view or make a mention that he knows. Peter is aware of what happened between Alice and Jasper but only as much as Carlisle knows as he was the one that told him. So Carlisle, Peter, and Alice are pretty much in on the secret whereas Jasper is still trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

The first part of this chapter is gonna be in 3rd person but it's gonna switch between Jasper and the hunters view on things.

Warning: this chapter contains bad language and a little violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight.

Over the next few days, Jasper avoided sleep, looking out for any threats that could hurt his guardian angel who brought him food every now and again. It was important that he kept her safe.

It was unsettling, knowing that there were so many monsters out there that could hurt her. Did she know how to defend herself? The monsters with the sticks were no longer his source of food; stealing only got him into trouble. Now he stayed away, attacking them whenever they walked within 5 miles of his guardian angels territory.

Although he knew where she lived, he avoided going too near her territory and only ever meeting up with her by the tree he lived in and even then, he never left the tree. He remained high up and watched her from the ground as she talked to him...he never understood a word she said but he loved her voice anyway.

He loved how she came out of the blue sometimes. It was strange because she seemed to know the right times to appear like the nights he felt the loneliest, she was there as if she knew that he needed her company. Or the times he felt his body weaken from hunger, she was there to give him food; the kind that he had never seen before but it tasted good. It was almost as if they had a connection.

Jasper was nursing a new scar after two of the men with the sticks came back for him. The same men had made an appearance a few times before and they were mad at Jasper because they were attacked by him whenever they got too close.

The men with the sticks hadn't seemed too nasty at first. In fact; they appeared to be a little curious about Jasper although he was unaware why. Was it because Jasper didn't have a loud stick like all the other men he had seen? Or was it because he was hiding in a tree? Jasper had never seen anybody else climb trees the way he did but it never occurred to him that he might be different.

Jasper knew that he had angered the two dangerous men when he had jumped and pinned down one of them and bit the other. Like the first man he had come across, the two dangerous creatures were confused. An attack like this came completely unexpected from a child but the more animalistic he had acted, the angrier the men got.

One of the men had reported the child to the police when they had first saw him. Saying that he had been attacked by a young teenager. He suspected that he was a runaway and a homeless one at that but when the cops looked into it, there was no records of a boy matching his description.

The second attack had pissed the hunter off so much that he didn't care that his hunting partner decided to fight back this time. He helped his partner pin the youngster down. He had a lot of fight in him as he thrashed his body against his strong arms. He made a hell of a lot of noise too but they both ignored him. He watched as his hunting partner pulled out his pocket knife and put it against the young mans throat.

"Shut your mouth otherwise i'll gut you like a deer" he threatened.

The boy didn't listen, he just snarled and kneed his friend where it hurt most.

"Ah fuck!" he gasped as he stepped back, waiting for the pain to ease away as the other continued to hold the boy down. The boy now had a nasty cut along his collar bone and shoulder from where the hunter with the knife had moved so suddenly.

When he recovered, the hunter returned the kick into the boys genital area and he curled up in pain. It didn't stop the second hunter though as he kicked the boy hard wherever he could. His back, his ribs and when the first hunter stopped restraining the kid, the head. Both hunters could see that the boy looked too hurt to move, which was an advantage for them.

"Not so tough now, are ya? Little freak" the second hunter muttered, looking smug before spitting on the boy.

"We should get going" the first hunter said as he looked up at the darkening sky.

"Not just yet. I want to do one more thing to this little bastard" the dominant hunter murmured as he undid the zipper of his pants and began to relieve himself onto the boy, encouraging his partner to do the same thing.

Jasper knew he had been bad, he was just scared. He felt like these man would be a threat to his guardian angel. What if they hurt her with the big stick? He had to protect her no matter what, even if it meant putting himself in danger; and right now, he was in exactly that.

He was hurting everywhere and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He could feel blood dripping down his bare chest, a throbbing pain were his bony ribs were, a pain in the back of his head as well as below the belt, a sensitive area where the man had kicked him. And now he could feel a warm wetness moving from his long curly locks and down his bruised torso as they urinated on him.

Jasper thought that if he just remained still, they would just leave him like the last man did. He was right, eventually, both of the men upped and left with their sticks leaving Jasper shaking in fear in fetal position.

He wanted to find the nearest lake and wash the urine out of his hair and off his skin and he knew that in doing so, he would freeze throughout the whole night but it was either that or keeping the awful smell of dominance on him.

Alice's POV

Jazz was curled up on my bed with his back pressing against the wall; his hand holding my wrist securely but not tightly. Peter sat on a chair, observing Jasper's behavior. Dad had just walked in with a plate of mixed food; ranging from cookies, nuts, seeds, berries and chicken. He placed the plate in front of Jasper but he didn't seem to notice. This wasn't good. I knew that he wasn't aware of his surroundings but he needed to eat.

I picked up a piece of chicken, knowing that he was very familiar with the smell and taste of meat back in the woods.

"Come on, Jazz. Eat up" I coaxed as I put the piece in his line of sight.

That caught his attention and he grabbed it with his free hand and ate quickly. Once finished, he looked at me and waited. Was this how is flashback was working? The food right in front of him was non-existent unless I was holding it?

"Was this how you used to feed him?" Peter questioned.

I shook my head. "No, he never got too close to me. He would sit high up in the tree and wait for me to leave before he would eat the food I left him. In the last month before he was brought here, he got a little more confident. As long as I kept my distance, he would climb down the tree, grab the food and climb back up. I don't know why he seemed so scared of me, though" I told him.

Peter nodded and continued to watch Jasper curiously as he took the monkey nuts out of my hand and crushed the shell before popping them in his mouth.

"Tell me about the first time you saw Jasper" Peter requested.

"There isn't much to tell about the first time. I spotted him one day and he ran off. I went looking for him the second time and when I found him, he ran away again but not completely; he just ran up a tree. The one that I always met him in" I explained.

"That must have been where he felt safest" Peter murmured.

I agreed. It was very high up and only someone as skilled as Jasper could climb up that tree so high.

"Anyway, it just continued like that. Whenever we had a family picnic, I would go off and meet him by that tree or sometimes during the night, whenever I got this feeling that he needed me, I would find him then, too" I continued.

"Feeling?" Peter questioned.

"I don't know how to explain it. There were times when I felt like he needed my help and a lot of the time, I was right" I explained.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, you have to understand that the family picnic thing doesn't happen too often so Jasper couldn't rely on me completely as a food source. I could only feed him occasionally, but sometimes at night, I couldn't get to sleep because the thought of him starving bothered me so I would find him in the dark. And I had a right to be worried because I often found him looking extremely weak. These were the times that Jasper's confidence grew and he would climb down the tree to collect the food as long as I wasn't too close" I finished.

"He was desperate" Peter concluded. With my nod in agreement, he went on. "Were there any times he needed you for anything other than food?"

"Yeah. There were a few times where he just needed me there for comfort. This one time I found him a little shaken up but I knew I wasn't the one scaring him because he whined at me and he gave me these needy eyes and for the first time, I knew that he wanted me there. Not to feed him but to keep him company, to talk to him. I could tell that he liked me talking to him because it had this soothing affect on him. He had actually stopped shaking. It was also the longest amount of time I had spent with him and I felt bad for leaving him but I needed to get back because I didn't want anyone to notice I was missing" I explained.

I remembered that night pretty clearly. It had been the first night where I had gone without sleep for an entire night so I probably looked like a zombie the morning I came home.

"What was his reaction when you left?" Peter questioned.

"He whimpered a few times, he even jumped down from the tree and circled me a little, panting just like he did a few minutes ago" I answered.

"So he was distressed?"

"Yeah, but I promised him I would come back soon and I did because two days later, the family had a barbecue and there were plenty of leftover food which I fed to Jazz the following night. That sure cheered him up" I told him.

"So let's go back to the night that you mentioned that he was shaken up. Do you know what had caused that behavior?" Peter questioned.

"No. I mean Jasper didn't exactly know how to talk back then so he couldn't tell me anything but I remember that he had a pretty bad cut about here" I informed as I fingered my collarbone.

The scar was still visible on Jasper; in fact it hadn't happened too long before we bought him home. Peter paused for a moment, seeming to be lost in his thoughts and then his eyes lit up as an idea had clearly entered his mind.

"He knows how to talk now. Alice, I want you to try something" he told me.

"What do you want me to do?" I questioned.

Jasper whined once more as he realized that my attention wasn't on him. I knew he wanted more food so I gave him a handful of berries to munch on while I heard Peter out.

"Ask him. Ask him how he got hurt. This flashback he is stuck in might be one where that cut is still fresh" Peter explained.

I guess it made sense. But if it wasn't, he would have no idea what I'm talking about. It wouldn't hurt to try, though. I looked back at Jasper who had sure enough, scoffed down the berries already.

"Jazz? What happened?" I asked gently, reaching out to touch the scar stretched up to his shoulder.

He flinched back as if he were still in pain and then looked at the area where my fingers had touched. His eyes returned to me, tilting his head like a puppy and smiled.

"Alice safe. Bad men won't hurt you. I keep you safe" he whispered.

His smile widened as he spoke, showing off the dimple on the right side of his cheek before nuzzling his nose against my shoulder.

"How are you keeping me safe?" I asked, curiously.

He didn't answer this time. His eyelids were closed and one of his hands rested on my upper arm. I tried again.

"What about you, Jazz? Are you safe from the bad men?" I asked, a little worried.

The tensing of his body was visible to Peter. Jasper sighed, which was a very human thing to do for him, as he pressed his head further against my shoulder.

"Alice, no worry"

I placed both of my hands on each of his shoulders and pushed him back slowly so that I could get him to look at me.

"The bad men hurt you, didn't they?" I whispered.

Jasper looked down at my bed sheets. His breathing began to pick up and he started to look very nervous

"I was bad. I was bad but...Jasper need to...Jasper need to protect Alice. Jasper must protect Alice. Alice must be safe"

He was losing it again. His hands found there way into his hair once more as he began to pull. He now sounded like he was talking to himself rather than to me and the way he was using his own name made it seem like he was trying to distance himself from what had happened.

"We should stop this" dad intervened, speaking for the first time in a while.

He was worried about Jasper going absolutely crazy again and to be honest, I was too. He needed to come out of this flashback. I gently placed my hands over his and guided them away from his hair. He avoided my gaze but he allowed me to take control of his hands.

"It's okay, Jazz. We are both safe. Nobody can hurt us anymore" I murmured to him.

He looked exhausted; like he could barely keep his eyes open. His head dropped on my shoulder once more, trying to even his breathing. It was certainly a good sign that he was aware of his panic and he knew he had to calm down.

Both Peter and dad seemed to relax as Jasper did.

"Safe" he whispered.

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