𝙎𝙚𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙚 - 𝙅𝙖𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙚

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Help Jasper?
Help fucking Jasper?
What was wrong, why did Jasper need help?
Whatever it was, Milo was unfrozen and speeding out to wherever his blonde boy was.
He got to the steps of the house and he froze again. 
Two vampires against a shit tone of wolves?
Jasper being pinned to the ground by one whilst Alice fought off two?
"Jasper!" He yelled, watching the blonde eyes glance over at him from the floor.

"Stay back!" Jasper matched his tone, but his voice seemed struggled.
Milo let out a cry, one of fear and sadness and raced over to Jasper, using his full strength to knock the wolf away.
It flew across the front garden, giving Milo enough time to grab Jasper by the jacket, flinging him to his chest in a cover of safety.
Him first, always him first.
Though Jasper was quickly scrambling out of Milo's hold, racing over to Alice, knocking one of the wolves back, giving her the upper hand of throwing back the other.
They want to kill Bella, the voice in Milo's mind hissed.
Bella's already dead, a darker side of him whispered.
A loud cry passed his lips, his baby sister was gone.
Milo sank to the ground, the grief hitting him hard enough that he couldn't even be bothered to fight anymore.
And the wolves saw that as an advantage.

All of a sudden, a big black wolf had knocked him over and now Milo was the vampire on the floor, struggling for his life.
Sam had his jaws open ready for one of Milo's hands to slip and end his life.
He wanted it, he wanted this pathetic, sobbing vampire under him to die.
Milo tried to throw Sam off him, turning his hands but all it did was move his jaw with him.
Fuck, Milo thought, this is how I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die the same day as my sister, creating double the grief, leaving Jasper behind forever.
But he couldn't leave Jasper behind forever. They still had so many things that they needed to do together, so many stories to tell, so much love to give.
Milo didn't want to die! He didn't want to leave Jasper, he didn't want this life to end.
Who would look after Renesmee because he knew Edward wouldn't want to anymore.
Milo had to, Milo had a reason to still be alive.
The tears wouldn't stop, his vision became blurry, he wanted Jasper, he needed Jasper.
And the empath felt his lovers emotions and punched a wolf to the side, being able to see the sight that involved Milo's near death.
"Milo!"

Then the black wolf began to whimper, it lost it's strength and started a cry.
Jasper hurried it's evacuation by pushing it off his mate.
Milo clung to the blonde boy, not noticing how his other family had now arrived and started to fight the wolves. Everyone protected everyone.
Jasper clawed at Milo's shirt the immense fear of nearly loosing his lover to a wolf again climbing his thoughts.
Milo didn't let the man go, gripping him tight as he sobbed.
"It's alright Darlin', I've got you, let it all out, let me know how you feel," Jasper comforted, dodging an attack that Spencer dealt with.

Let me know how you feel...
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I felt like nobody felt how I felt.
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That's why I let you feel how I feel without meaning to.
Milo let out a deep cry causing Jasper to whimper at the visable pain his mate was in.
Only this sound of emotion caused pain for the people attacking his home too.
Jasper caught on, Jasper realized what his lover was doing and as bad as it sounded, Milo needed to continue being in pain to make the wolves surrender.
The animals huddled together, only attacking when a vampire went to first, but they were still attacking, that couldn't happen.
So taking all of his sorrow and the regret he would feel after doing this, Jasper pushed multiple negitave emotions onto his mate, wincing at the way Milo cried out, holding his mate for dear life.
"I lost her, Bella's dead!" He cried, going back to sobbing on his mate.

Jasper didn't comfort him even though his heart desired to, instead, he looked over to the animals that were howling out in pain.
"Is Milo...?" Spencer asked though got the answer to his question when Jasper nodded his head.