AN: So me and LabyFan23 were talking about Harry Potter, and she claimed to be more of a Twilight gal. So, I reread the books (I am sorry guys, but I don't like the movies, Jasper is hot as in them though, and Emmett, and Carlisle. Come to think of it, I think James was pretty cute as well. *ponders*) and then I realized I had several FanFiction ideas stored away on one of my many USBs. This one is my favourite by far.

Also, I am Australian. I know absolutely NOTHING about the American Civil War. Come to think of it, I really only know a little about WW1&2 cause of a few movies and I also had to do a paper on them. However, I did do a but of Googling about the era it was in and read a little about it online, but anything you guys have learnt, even if you have a good website up your sleeve about the ACW, please PM me or review with it so I can be as accurate as possible. So for this chapter, and maybe for most of the OC's dreams and memories, they are completely fiction.

Thank you to my favourite girl in the whole world... LABYRINTH FAN 23! This girl is an epic beta and an awesomer friend! THANK YOU!

Also, the OC is not a reincarnation at all. And Jasper isn't a vampire yet.

Disclaimer: SM owns the rights to Twilight, I only own the OC, and the plot of this FanFiction.

Stained Memories

AlexisHuang101

Chapter One: Not-So-Sweet, Distant Memories

1860 – Seems a very good place to start.

I struggle to catch up to my mother, my ten year old body slow and sore. It aches. So badly. It has been weeks since we were evicted, but we still aren't allowed back into our home, even though we did have the money. We live just out of town now, a little while away from home. Our cousins took us in, but I don't like the way they look or treat me. I think it is because of my Father. I don't know him, and we don't speak of him.

"Alexandrina!' My mother's voice rings out quietly. "Come on!"

I quickly pick up speed for about ten meters before slowing to a stop just outside a general store. I stare into the dusty window. The place is covered in dust and is rather messy. Well, what can I say? We ran the place!

The window gives me half a reflection to look at. Long, black hair with a slight curl that ends at my mid-back when out, now in a low bun, my green eyes are largish than normal and my skin is rather pale as well. My dress is loose but it is all Mother could make with the little materials we have and ends just around my ankles, showing my shoes and that's about it. It is a horrible grayish brown colour, but, again, the only thing we could afford at the time.

Suddenly, there is a loud scream. I quickly run around the corner and nearly faint at the sight.

Three beautiful women, all in their twenties, are standing there, just looking at me. They were perfect, like goddesses, but my small eight year old brain didn't burn them into my memory, so they still remain faceless. However, I know they were wearing perfect white dresses, which were completely spotless.

Except for the blood. Three, human bite marks on my mother's pale body. Her eyes lost their shine as her grey eyes look like cold glass, her lips a pale blue and her body white as a ghost, but her dress is drenched in red blood.

The girls look at each other as I stare at my mother's body. I don't make a sound. All I can hear is my mother's screaming, her lullabies and my heartbeat, pounding furiously. I start to growl loudly all of a sudden and before I knew it, I blew all the energy I had at the three women. Then, I see darkness.

When I woke up, I wasn't in the middle of a dirt road where I last saw my mother. I was on a bed; blankets are up to my shoulders. The roof is a creamy white colour and the walls are the same colour too. The blankets are thick and itchy, but I feel too tired to move. My head throbs as I go through the events yesterday. If it was even yesterday. I felt like I have slept for a week.

The wooden door near my feet opens and shuts quietly. I quickly close my eyes as a person scurries around me and around the room until they laugh musically. It was a lady, I know that for sure.

"You can wake up, little one. No one is going to hurt you." I nearly scoff, but I do open my eyes to see a woman, no older than forty, smiling at me as I stare, wide-eyed, at her.

She has blonde hair which is up in a low bun, much like mine is – sorry, was, it is lose now – with beautiful blue eyes that looked like to lake at my cousin's home, cool and beautiful. She couldn't be much taller than Mother, in fact, she seems to be slightly shorter. But not by much. She has laugh lines around her face and is wearing a plain, blue dress that reaches the ground. Instantly, I think of her as my mother, just her being here makes me feel, wanted. I guess that is the only real way to explain it.

"There we go." She brushes my hair back. "We all have been quite worried, you know. You have been sleeping non-stop for four days." I nod.

"Where is Mama?" I ask.

"Your Mama, oh daling," she takes a breath. "Sweetheart, your Mama…well, your Mama is dead."

Right there, my world ending for the first time.