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Kin and Kindred
Chapter 6

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Jack P.O.V

What the hell was I thinking! Of all the people I had to call I had to call her!

Why should I call her? It’s her fault I’m like this, it’s her fault I am pissed off all the time, it’s her fault I can’t connect with people.

So why am I calling her?

Because she is my mom. There were bad times, you can count on that. But there were good times to. She had faults but one of her virtues was she is a hard worker. She always made sure I had food on my table, a roof over my head, and clothes on my back.

When ever I got bullied at school she went there and raised hell to my principle for not doing something about it. I had happy memories with her. Birthday parties filled with cake and presents.

Movie nights where we watched movies and I would lay my head on her lap and she would run her fingers over my hair. Going out to eat and laughing over stuff that happened we thought were funny.

She always told me I was the most important person in her whole life.

It was ironic. My mom was my best friend and yet there were times I hated her guts.

“Ja-ack?” she slurred.

My stomach felt like someone had punched me. I wanted to be with her right now. I wanted to hold her and tell her how much I loved her. To feel her hug me and tell me how sorry she was she hurt me.

“Oh baby, I missed you, please come back home.” she began to cry. Any anger or resentment I felt for her evaporated. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ll be a better person I swear!”

I heard the sound of beer bottles and cans shifting around. I heard her stumble around.

“Mom have you been drinking?” I asked.

“Y-y-es.”

“Mom,” I sighed.

“I’m so-sorry but I-I-I-” I heard the sound of her retching.

“Oh Jackie mommie is sick right now. Please come home and take care of me, she begged.
“Mom how much have you been drinking?” I asked fearful.

“I don’t know, I’ve been drinking (Hiccup) a lot since you left. Why did you leave me?” she asked.

“Mom I’m coming home, don’t drink any more until I get there okay!”

“You’re coming home?” she asked sounding happy.

“Yes, I’ll be right there,” I said.

“M’kay I’ll tidy up.” I heard her get up and then the sound of something hitting the ground hard.

“Fuck” she cursed.

“Mom what happened?” I asked.

“Fell, who put that fucking couch there?”

“You did remember you rearranged the house,” I said.

“Oh yeah, please come home. Mommy misses you…I don’t feel good…I think I’ll take a nap.”

The phone hanged up. “Shit!” I cursed.

What should I do? Fuck I shouldn’t have called! Once again she is pulling me into her crap! But I missed her so bad. I wanted to go home, I wanted to be human again, I wanted to go to school, I wanted to come home do homework, and I didn’t want to be a vampire. I wanted my life back..
It may not have been the best but it was my life, my choice.

But what about the Cullens? They took me in, they helped me out. I am putting them in a lot of danger right now. But then I remember how Alice lied to me. If she knew they all must have known.

I felt a surge of anger shoot through me. I bet they all had a good time mocking me. Making fun of the new guy for being stupid enough to fall for a lie.

Fuck them, fuck them all! I’m going home!

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Jasper P.O.V

We were having fun. I was wishing Jack could have come with, he would have had fun. But he refused to have anything to do with Peter and Charlotte.

Hopefully he’ll warm up to them with enough time. He is just so stubborn sometimes. He has his moments though, he could be really funny and surprisingly mature for his age.

I still remember how he talked with Nessie. He saw how she was in a rut and with surprising sensitivity and empathy he made her feel better.

I and Alice heard the whole thing. I was really impressed with how he handled himself with her. I thought for sure he was going to make some scathing remark or hurt her feelings.

His progress was slow but these things take time. He can’t be expected to adapt quickly. It had only been about two weeks since he was turned into one of us.

The game was going good. It was girls versus guys. I was just up to pitch when my cell rang.

“Hold on!” I called.

I answered my cell. There was only one person who would be calling.

“Seth?”

“Jasper! Jack is gone!”

“What?” I asked.

“He’s gone! We can’t find him in the house! I found his scent outside he ran off!”

“Why?”

“I don’t know! We were talking and I told him Alice’s visions don’t include us.”

“You did what?”

“I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal but he got angry and ran up to his room. Everything was going good, we were all talking, playing games, and he even healed two wolves.”

“Why would two wolves need to be healed?”

“Well they crashed into Esme’s glass table and got cut up, he used his power to heal them quickly. He was amazing.”

Everyone had run over when they saw how tense I got. Edward was already telling them what was happening.

“Oh no!” Alice said realizing what had happened.

“We’ll be right there!” I said hanging up.

“No need Jasper, Alice already knows where he is going,” Edward said.

I felt shock and horror coming off Alice. She looked at me her face full of worry. “He’s going home.”

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Jack P.O.V

It took me little over a hour to get home. Only because I got lost a few times. It was a long way between Forks and my home and I was still new to the area.

I had to hurry, I have no idea how long it would take for them to realize I was gone. Or how long it would take for them to find me.

But I found my way there. It was late in the evening and the sun was beginning to set in the sky. I wore a hoodie with a pair of sunglasses and gloves. The sun was only giving off a soft light but it was still enough to make me sparkle.

None of our neighbors were home. Out house was in a woodsy area and there were lots of trees that hid our house from view. I still went the back door. Just to be safe. It was unlocked.
Mom was the only one here, I could hear her heart beat. I wondered where everyone else was? Shouldn’t there be news reporter and cops? I mean I did make CNN. I walked in and the place was a wreck. The smell of alcohol was so thick in the air I felt like I could just get drunk standing in there.

Bottles and cans were all over the place. Dishes were piling over in the sink, they were filthy. I winced when I saw them. I always loved doing dishes. Something about doing dishes was really relaxing for me. I took pride in making the dishes sparkly clean.

To see the sink over flowing with dirty dishes made me sad in a way. The house smelled stale. Like it hadn’t been cleaned and it was beginning to show in the air.

The house was dark, all the curtains were drawn and the blinds closed. But Vampires can see in the dark very good. There was a foul smell. It was coming from the garbage which was over flowing with trash.

I stopped breathing. It was uncomfortable to do but when you can taste trash on the tip of your tongue you do what need to do to feel fresh.

The house was a fucking wreck. What happened?

“Mom!” I called. “Mom I’m home!”
I heard her faint heart beat coming from the living room. I quickly made my way there. She was on the floor, the phone next to her. Like I had imagined she was surrounded by bottles and cans of alcohol.

“Mom!” I quickly ran to her and moved the bottles out of the way. I turned her on her side and tried to wake her up. I gasped when I saw her face. At first I thought I thought she had gotten into a fight. There were deep bruises on her eyes.

Not from being slapped around but from not having enough sleep. She looked like the Cullens. Not just the bruised eyes but she was really pale too.. Sickly pale. She had also lost a lot of weight, I could tell with my vamp-o-vision she had lost twenty pounds.

But when I gasped at the sight of her I caught a scent that stood out through all those horrible smells. Blood. It was feint but there. It was the most wonderful thing I have ever smelled.
Like animal blood only sooo much more appealing. The smell of her made my mouth burn and water. I saw the pulse of her neck beat and the world changed.

I forgot the smell of the now filthy house. I forgot she was in danger.. I forgot my name, who I was and the fact she was my mother.

All my attention was focused on that one little pulse. I knew that it was only a thin layer of skin, a very thin layer. If anything happened to that skin blood would come pouring out.

Blood. Such a simple word but it kept on playing again and again and again in my mind. I remembered the animal blood I have tasted before. Remembered how the bear, the lion, the predator blood tasted compared to moose, deer.

I knew human blood was truly ambrosia. Something deep within me, something primal and purely instinctual knew her blood would satisfy me in a way no amount of animal blood could.
I thought of the blood in my mouth, thought of it rolling around with my tongue. Thought of that sweet dark red liquid coating the insides of me cheeks with their sweet metallic texture.
My mouth was full of venom, my throat burned. It was like there was a fire in my throat, every time I breathed in the flames grew hotter. The scent of her was like wind, fanning the fire.
I heard her heart beating, pumping all that blood. I began to lean forward, getting closer to her neck. Closer and closer and closer to that sweet red candy.

My mother opened her eyes. “Jack?” she whispered.

I stopped. Her speaking snapped some sense in me. A part of me wanted to ignore her and tear that pulse open and spill her blood.

But then the memories spilled forth. Those fuzzy human memories of the good times when she was my mom not a drunk.

I stopped breathing. Hoping to ignore the smell. Instead I focused on her face, her voice.

“It’s me mom,” I said.

“I don’t feel good,” she said. I placed my bear hand on her head. “You’re so cold.”

“Shh, its okay. Your going to be just fine. I promise.”

I closed my eyes and concentrated. I felt that warmth gather in my hands and move into her. I pushed my power into her and I felt inside her body.. I was shocked at what I found.

She was dying. She had so much alcohol in her system it had reach poisonous levels. Her liver was failing her, her stomach was bleeding. Her blood was saturated with alcohol. How was she still alive?

I began to work. I started with her liver first, fixing the issues with that. Then I worked on the stomach. My god what had she been drinking to burn the lining of her stomach?

I was just beginning to work on her blood when I began to feel…drained. Odd. I haven’t felt tired since I became a vampire.

I was starting to get hungry. Very hungry. So hungry I came out of my trance. Once again my sight was drawn to her neck. The urge to help my self was stronger then before.

She opened her eyes. “Jack? What’s going on?” she asked.

“Nothing, I just...”

“I’m so glad you came back to me!” she wrapped her arms around me.

I stiffened. I could feel her blood racing right below the surface of her skin. God how I wanted it, how I wanted to taste it, I wanted it, I needed it.

“Why did you leave?” she asked me. “Why are you so cold? Why are your eyes black? What did you do to yourself? You look different.”

I just stared at her unable to speak. “Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? What if you were dead? What if some wild animal got you?”

Well she was right about both.

Angry tears were beginning to run down her face. “I was a fucking wreck without you! The house went to shit I stopped going to work. I was miserable!”

I looked away from her. My hands were still on her hands. “I drank so fucking much, I felt like I was going to die. Is that what you wanted? For me to die? If so you should have just told me and I would have fucking hung myself!”
“Mom please, I was upset I had to get away,” I said through gritted teeth. I was so hungry right now, having her bitch at me wasn’t going to help.

“For two fucking weeks?! Where have you been? I was worried sick!”

I was still in her body. There were still traces of alcohol in her body. She was still drunk. Just not deadly drunk, angry drunk.

The hunger was growing, but not for blood, for something else.

“I don’t know why I even bothered keeping you! You have made my life nothing but hell! After everything I have done for you this is how you repay me? I should have had a fucking abortion!”
Rage shot through me. Pure and simple anger. My grip on her hands tightened. “Ow. Let go of my fucking hands you asshole!”

I did not let her go. I growled at her. It was not a human growl. It was the growl of a monster, a predator. I saw her eyes widen, a look of fear crossed her face. I took satisfaction in that look. Some dark part of me loved how she was afraid of me.

How many times had I been afraid of her? How many times did I cower in fear as I watched her stumble her drunk ass up the steps? How many times did I cry because of her.

“Jack please your hurting me!” she squirmed trying to get out of my grip.

I kept a hold on her hands. Part of me was fighting the urge. Another part didn’t want to fight. It just wanted to feast.

I tried to push the anger back like I had been doing for all these years. Tried to keep it all bottled up in that dark lonely part of my heart. They say hate is a poison. It is true. All these years of holding in all my anger and rage left a hole in my heart. A hole filled with a thick poison that spread every time I even became agitated. I was very agitated right now.

My anger and my hunger seemed like two different fires that burned together as one. Soon they were just one giant fire and I…was…so…hungry.

That’s when I found out the other side to my power.

The hunger took me over then. But I was still holding my mothers hands.. I could still feel her, still feel that power I gave her to heal her. Only instead of giving her more I began to soak it back up. I felt the power flow from her into me. Like water pouring down up my hands.
Her face began to wrinkle like she was spontaneously ageing. Her hair began to dry and become brittle, her skin was becoming dry her mouth opened in a silent scream of pain.
The power continued to flow into me from her. It was amazing. Better then running, better then smashing a boulder to dust, better then blood, hell this is better then human blood!
I forgot she was my mother, I forgot what I was doing was wrong on so many levels. All I cared was this power pouring into me, it felt amazing! A rush!
My mother was unrecognizable now. Her skin was darkening and drying out. Her hair was like straw, her eyes had dulled and turned white.

She was not dead, she was still screaming mutely.

I did not care. I was a predator, she was my meat. I devoured her, every single drop. Soon she stopped screaming. Her heart stopped beating. I felt the last drop of essence leave her body and she turned to dust.

I stared at the dust. A part of me was still on the power high, wishing it had lasted longer. But slowly the rapture was fading leaving only a horrified realization.

I just killed my mother…and I enjoyed it.

“Mom?” I asked the pile of dirt. “Mommy?”

I ran my hands through the dust. All that was left of her. A few moments ago she had been alive and well, now she was dust.

What was that old saying? ‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust’

I ran my fingers through the dust feeling it move between my fingers. I tried to use my power to bring her back. I had to bring her back, she couldn’t be gone, she couldn’t leave me! Not like this. But I felt nothing. There was nothing to feel. Nothing, not a spark of life.

I brought my fingers up to my face. It stained my hands. The smell of dried skin and alcohol was feint. But her smell, that smell that was hers, that smell that I smelt when I was young and she would hold me close to her chest. Her scent.

I brought my hands to my face and trailed my fingers down my face. I felt the dust mark my face. My eyes were burning right now. I knew if I was a human I would be crying right now.
I should feel anger, I should feel loathing, but all I felt…was nothing.

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Jasper P.O.V

Me, Alice, Peter and Charlotte arrived at his house. The sun was beginning to set in the sky.
Alice had stopped running and covered her mouth with her hands. I felt her fear, her panic, her horror. I asked her what was wrong but she was too stunned by what ever she saw. I tried adjusting her mood but she refused to speak. What happened?

We got to the house. It was quiet. Too quiet. I couldn’t hear his mother’s heart beat. Where we too late? Had he killed her?

“Alice you and I will go in first. Peter Charlotte you stay out here,” I said.
“It doesn’t matter Jasper, were too late,” Alice said.

I looked at her shocked. “Just go in, you’ll see what I mean.”

I quickly ran inside the house. The stench overwhelmed my senses. The others followed behind me. “Jack!” I called.

No response.

“In the living room,” Alice said.

I ran to the living room and found him. He was against the wall with his knees up to his chin. He hugged himself and was rocking himself back and forth like a child does. There were marks on his face, like someone ran their dirty hands down his face.

There was a sense of numbness from him. Like he was in his own world out of synch with this one. He was in shock. Even vampires can go into it. I could not sense anything from him right now, once it wore off I would sense more but right now all I was getting was a big blank.
He stared at the floor with haunted eyes. I looked to the floor expecting to see his mother’s lifeless body. All I saw was a pile of dust and some cloths. The dust was oddly shaped like a human. Finger marks made trails in the dust like someone had run their hands through it.

“I didn’t mean to,” he said. “She was dying, she drank herself to death, I was healing her and I got hungry. She started to say things, horrible things. I got angry and I was so hungry,” he said.

“Jack?” I asked.

“I couldn’t stop. It felt so good. I was so mad and hungry and it felt so fucking good! I had to keep going.” I moved forward to touch him. “Stay away from me!” he hissed.

I felt panic and fear. He was afraid to touch me. To be touched.

“What the hell happened here?” Peter asked.

“Jack. We thought his power was just to heal…we were wrong. When he was healing her he got mad his power switched. It went from healing to killing. He drained her dry,” Alice said looking so sad. I knew if she could cry she would be right now.

“You mean that pile of dust…was a person?” Charlotte asked horrified.

“Yes.”

They stared at Jack and the pile of dust with fear. I went to him and he pressed himself against the wall. “Stay away you fucking fool!”

I felt anger, fear, shame.
“I will kill you! Don’t you understand that! I’ll turn you to dust!”

I continued to walk forward. I reached out and grabbed him, I wrapped my arms around him and held him close to me. He fought me of course. I had a lot of trouble holding onto him.
He hissed and growled at me. Finally he bit me on the chest and I hissed, fighting the urge to rip him to shreds. He let go and bit me once, twice, three times. I never let him go.
The pain from the venom was there. It burned like hell. I knew I would have a few more scars decorating my body now.

“This is all your fault! You should have just killed me!”

Rage poured off him in waves. Such a deep rage that made even me flinch. It was so hot like a roaring flame. I used my power to cool it.

“You should kill me! Kill me! Do something right you fucker! Put me out of my misery! I hate you! I fucking hate you! You fucking ruined my life!” he raged.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m so, so sorry.”

My eyes burned with unshed tears.

“You’re sorry! Sorry! Fuck you, fuck all of you I hope you fucking die you bastard!”
Alice came over and hugged the both of us. With her help I was able to hold him down better.

“You too? You fucking cunt! You lied to me! You said you loved me and you fucking lied! I trusted you! Did you even care I could have been killed by those fucking wolves!”

“I know, I thought you were ready, I thought you would be okay,” Alice cried.

“You were wrong! You think you know everything, you don’t know shit!”

He began to cry. He stopped fighting us and just cried. We held him as he did. The anger was gone replaced by sorrow, shame, guilt, despair. Emotions I knew all too well.

We held him as he cried dry tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just had to see her again, I had to hear her voice again, I just, I ju-just had to s-se-see her again. But I killed her.”

“Its okay. We have to go before anyone shows up. I want you to go with Alice and the others okay?”

“Okay,” he said.

Alice took him. Alice walked with him out of the house. Charlotte followed Alice but did not touch Jack. Peter stayed behind with me.

“What are you going to do Jasper?” Peter asked.
“Hide the evidence. If the humans come and find this.” I pointed to the dust pile. “It will draw a lot of attention. I can’t allow that.”

“What are you going to do? Vacuum her up? Toss her down the drain?”

I grabbed a bottle of gin that was half empty and chucked it across the room. It hit the wall and glass and gin went flying every where. I looked in the fridge and found more alcohol.

Anger boiled in the pit of my stomach. I felt guilt, anger building inside of. Anger at this woman for maiming her son’s heart in such a way. Guilt I brought him into this life. I should have killed him. I should have spared him this hell called life.

I should have taken him with us. I should have never let him out of my sight. Once again I got careless and he suffered for my mistakes.

I found as many bottles as I could and smashed them against the wall. Taking my frustration out and coating the walls with this vile substance. His mother loved it so much in life now the bitch can be surrounded it in death.

I turned the stove on and grabbed a roll of paper towels. I put them over the stove and it lit on fire and I tossed it onto the soaked walls. Within seconds it erupted into flames.

“Wont this draw attention?” Peter asked.

“With all the beer in the house they’ll think she got drunk and caused the fire.” I went over to the stove and blew the fires out so the gas leaked out. “There that will do it.”

We ran out of the house. We found the girls and Jack off in the woods. The house exploded behind us in a shower of fire and flames.

We watched the house burn for a few minutes. Then the humans began to gather, running from their houses to watch the house burn. We were too deep in the woods and it was to dark out now for anyone to see us.

“Come, let’s go home.” I said.

They followed me without a word. Jack was refusing to be touched at all. As soon as we got home I was calling Eleazar and having him come down sooner then planned. We need to know exactly what we are dealing with

Fusedtwilight: Poor Jack, what the heck happened? Find out next chapter. Please review.
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