What's in a name

What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

Juliet, Act II, scene ii

Hello all, and welcome to my fanfiction…

I hope you enjoy it. Also it's my first one, so be kind.

Also just to inform you all, I do not own any of the Twilight characters. No matter how many times I blow out my birthday candles.

The loud pounding of the music in my eardrums was a welcoming numbness. Numbness I'd learned to call home, it was a numbness that completely drained out the pain of that night. The pain of the nights that followed it, and more than anything how right it'd felt to act so wrongly. I've lived with the Cullen family since I was eleven, I've been in love with Jasper since the first moment I saw him. I was introduced to Dr. Carlisle Cullen first, and later his wife Esme; they'd been residing in a dreary little village off the coast of Spain, my home country. I was an orphan, who had recently been sent to a nunnery when both my parents died. It was an outbreak of disease that they'd come in contact with when I was about nine, and died when I was ten. Anyway, it seemed I was a bit too sarcastic what with my rattling in a British accent, well it happened to be a bit much for them at the orphanage, so off I went to a nunnery. What can I say; we got the BBC channel, not to mention my father had been born an Englishman who happened to have fallen in love with a Spanish dancer, my mother.

I'd been raining when I'd first gone to see the Cullen's; I'd gone with the sister who was appointed to care for me. In reality she was really only a few years older than I was a fourteen year old taking care of an eleven year old. I suppose there's nothing wrong in that. The nuns weren't exactly the richest people in Spain, not to mention they were the reason many of the young women in the village were unavailable. So we rarely got charity, the nuns devised a plan that involved a scrawny, under-nourished girl, me. It also involved Dr. Cullen, what with his obvious wealth they wanted to see if he'd give a donation to a pair of "children". Please, I hadn't been a child since I entered that god forsaken place. Ironic, I know.

We'd arrived around six in the evening, me in a soft white night gown, a tattered old coat, some worn boots, and an obvious look of little sleep, and the way my clothes hung off my small body it was obvious I'd been underfed.

I'd been left to sit on a beautifully decorated couch, with a platter of delicate looking cookies, and a glass of fresh milk. After I'd downed the milk to the chuckling amusement of a pretty blonde woman, who kept on eyeing me like I was some plaything. I grew bored, and excused myself to the bathroom, unfortunately she'd been wanting to follow me so I asked her to politely let me piss in peace. What can I say, I had a vulgar vocabulary. She nodded and let me proceed, instead of going to the bathroom I walked up a flight of stairs and down a hallway. I ended up stumbling into a dimly lit room, my eyes made out two figures. One rose to turn on the light, obviously hearing my entrance, while the other still sat on the floor its head tucked into its hands. I watched as he came into focus when the other boy turned the lights on, my head turned to look at the one who had turned on the lights, my head tilted as I gave him a curious look. I suppose I must have looked funny or something because he cracked a smile. He had these beautiful topaz colored eyes, his hair a honey brown color the color of my eyes, interesting. Not really, anyway his body seemed muscular enough and he was tall, I suppose everyone was tall compared to me though. My head turned from the beautiful man to look at the one in agony on the floor, he was amazing, even in pain he looked amazing. My fingers ached to reach out and touch his smooth pale skin, his eyes weren't topaz like his partners, and his hair was a softer color than the others, but he was taller and a bit more built.

His head tilted up to look at me, those beautiful eyes staring into my soft brown ones, it looked as though he was longing for me, though it may have just been something else. I was both startled and intrigued to discover his eyes were a pitch black, but before I could turn back to the topaz colored eyes that were still staring at me in an amused state I felt someone pull me back. It was the sister she pulled out a cross, and began to scream her voice obviously hitting hysteria. How damn embarrassing.

"Es el Diablo! Ay, dios mio, proteje a mi nina!"

I heard an exasperated sigh escape Mr. Topaz and I being the curious child escaped the grasp of the sister, ignoring her pleas that the innocent looking boy was really the devil. Please, the devil couldn't possible look that damn hot. I walked closer to him, my hand outstretched slowly as if I was afraid I'd scare him off. My fingertips gently brushed the side of his face, causing him to look up at me desperately; as if I, an eleven year old orphan would have the answer to his problems at that moment. I knew I was the one who would have to support him. That I would have to love him, and that I, an eleven year old orphan was beginning to fall madly in love with Jasper Hale.

Eventually she ran away, leaving me with the "devil" as she called him, and his brother. They tried to get them to take me back and always told me it wasn't that they didn't want me, it was that they couldn't keep me. It just wasn't safe, I mean come on I may have been eleven but I knew it wasn't safe I just wanted to stay with them. I wanted to stay with Jasper. They allowed me to stay, basically because I had no where else to go, they refused to send me to the streets, not to mention my presence seemed to calm Jasper. Who knew, maybe I reminded my sweet blonde vampire of someone he'd once known. That of course was five years ago, making me now a sixteen year old girl. I'd grown from the scrawny eleven year old to a slim, yet curvy young lady. I got my mother's wide hips her slim waist, and her beautiful ivory skin. My eyes turned from the light brown to the same shade of emerald green that my father's eyes had owned my hair remained the black ringlets of curls that ended half down my back. I was truly my mother and fathers daughter. I won't bore you with the great memories made with the Cullen's, the embarrassing moments of getting my period with Edward at an amusement park. Nor the sweet sibling memories I had with Jasper. No, I'll tell you why I ran away to the night clubs and big cities, how I was rescued, and how I was found by the Cullen's again. More importantly I'll tell you of the love formed between me and my family's enemy. I just pray to god this doesn't end like the Capulet, and Montague Feud did.