So this was a little idea I had at 3am during a bout of insomnia, and after I wrote it I found that I really liked it, but I want to know what you think!


While taking a short walk in the woods, I pick up on a strange mix of scents. One of them is blood, and I find myself following the trail before I even understand. My instincts take over and I run towards the temptation, unable to stop until a wall of emotions pushes me back. I feel an intense pain, hopelessness, and pure fear that stops me in my tracks. Looking around, I don't see anyone, but the scent is stronger to the west. I follow the trail for another minute before I come upon the reason for it. Lying on the ground, curled up in the fetal position is a terrified, trembling Seth Clearwater. He's bruised and naked, like he just phased back into his human form. And the best part of all: He's covered in blood.

Shit. Shit shit shit. This is bad. I feel my instincts try to take over again, and I fight their control. No. Bad Jasper. This is Seth. Sweet, innocent Seth. We like Seth. He's like a puppy, and we do NOT kill puppies. Get a grip! I reprimand myself. I close my eyes for a moment, holding my breath to block out the scent and trying to fight the part of me that wants to kill him. When I think I've got it under control, I take a breath. Though the scent burns my throat like crazy, I find myself slightly more concerned than I am homicidal, and immensely grateful that I went hunting this morning. "Seth?" I call softly. "Can you hear me?"

He flinches at my voice, his eyes opening partway. He cautiously looks up at me, his expression a mix of fear and pain. "J-Jasper…" he pleads, his voice a hoarse whisper, "Help m-me…please…"

I nod, slowly crouching next to him, careful to keep myself in check. "Okay, I'll help. What happened to you, kid?" Seth shakes his head frantically, and I feel an edge of panic rise up in him. "Woah, it's okay, you don't have to answer now. It's alright, just…stay calm. I'll take you to Carlisle; he'll know what to do."

This seems to calm him slightly, and he allows me to pick him up, whimpering softly at the movement. I'm afraid I might lose it, having his blood so close, but I push my instincts away. Seth is counting on me, and I really don't want to kill him. Reminding myself of this, I am able to focus and control myself, despite the blood still flowing from his wounds and splattering against his skin. As I enter the house, I yell for Carlisle. Upstairs in his office, he seems surprised. I gently lay Seth down on the bed and take a step back as a precaution against myself, but the scared boy grabs onto my hand. "Please, don't leave!" He begs.

Carlisle looks at me questioningly, and I nod. "I'm in control, I promise." I look back at Seth to find his wide, fearful eyes on me. "Don't worry, you'll be okay," I assure him softly. "I won't leave." I continue murmuring to him as Carlisle works over him, attempting to calm him with my gift as well as my words. His eyes stay fixed on me, and when he cries out in pain I squeeze his hand gently, talking to keep his mind off of it, and it seems to help a little bit.

"Carlisle, what happened to him?" I ask quietly, stroking Seth's hair lightly with my free hand.

"I was hoping you could tell me," he replies.

I sigh, feeling unusually angry at whoever did this, knowing Seth did nothing to deserve it. He's a good kid, and I don't understand who would do this to someone like him. "I tried to ask, but he nearly had a panic attack on me."

He nods thoughtfully, continuing his work. After a long time, he gently squeezes Seth's hand until the boy looks at him. "Seth, you're going to be okay. How do you feel?"

Seth grimaces and moans softly. "It h-hurts…" he manages.

Carlisle nods sympathetically. "I'm sorry, bud, I know it hurts. I'm going to give you something that will help you sleep so you don't have to feel it, okay? Just relax and we'll take care of the rest."

Seth nods, then looks back at me. "Are you…staying?" he asks nervously.

"Do you want me to stay?" He nods desperately, leaving me completely dumbfounded. "Okay then, I'll stay. Get some rest, I'll stay right here." I know that Seth needs a rock right now, and for some strange reason, he's chosen me. Since he's decided to put his faith in me, it's the least I can do to try and fulfill my obligations.

I watch his eyelids begin to droop as Carlisle slowly feeds the medicine into his IV. He squeezes my hand weakly, murmuring a "Thank you" before he falls asleep.

"What did you give him?" I ask quietly.

"That was morphine," Carlisle replies. "And this," he says, injecting something else into the IV, "Is a sedative. His body will burn off the pain killers quickly because of the higher body temperature. But with the sedative, by the time the morphine wears off, he'll be unconscious, so he won't feel it."

I watch as the pained expression on Seth's face smoothes out. "How long do we have to sedate him for?" I ask, not entirely comfortable with it.

"Once every hour for the rest of today. We'll let him wake up tomorrow morning and see how he feels." He pauses, watching my face for a moment. "I know it seems kind of mean to drug him like this, but there's not enough morphine in the world to make him comfortable tonight. I wouldn't do it if it weren't necessary but I can't let him suffer. Besides, the more rest he gets, the faster he'll heal."

I nod, accepting the necessity of it. "So do you have any idea what happened?"

He hesitates. "Well…considering the nature of the injuries, I think the wounds were inflicted by a werewolf. And whoever did it left him for dead."

"One of the pack did this?" I ask in disbelief. "How could they?"

"I don't know," he replies, "But I intend to find out."

I nod in agreement, wanting to rip the wolf responsible to shreds. It's not that I have a particular reason to protect Seth, but out of all the wolves, he is the one I like the most. He's generally happy and light-hearted, which means his emotions don't drive me crazy like the others' do. He's a good kid; honest, loyal, trustworthy, and kind, and I can't imagine anyone wanting to hurt him like this, much less one of his supposed brothers. And I know one thing for certain:

Whoever tried to hurt Seth Clearwater will pay dearly.


So there you have it, my random idea. Please please review and tell me what you think! If I get a couple of reviews I'll put up the next chapter. Yay!

~TheSongSmith