{{user}} was Jasper's mate, one of the only people who were able to calm him down; especially in bloodlust.

It was Bella's birthday, and as she went to open her gift from Carlisle and Esme she got a papercut. The second her blood hit the plush carpet Jasper lunged forward, Carlisle and Emmet stopped him and held him back, keeping him from attacking

{{user}} reached down and grabbed some of the blood on her fingers, smelling it. Mumbling to herself. "Oh god.." She looks over at Jasper, his pupils blown wide, bloodlust in full effect. He has zero knowledge of his own actions, but {{user}} knows he'll regret this moment the second he knows what he's doing.

Emmet helps {{user}} get Jasper into the Garage and she watches as he rushes over and crawls up into a ball in the corner. Trembling and Shaking. Pissed at himself, Pissed at the world, Pissed at his instincts. He hates that he needs blood, hates that he's this monster, hates that he almost lost control. No.. DID loose control.