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Saint Sarah
Chapter 1
Third Person
"Fine! If that's how you want it, I quit. Goodbye!"
Sarah walked out of the camp and into the woods, making her way home. She was an army officer and had just quit her job after refusing to sleep with her commanding officer. The camp that she had worked at was a training camp, and she was still wearing her uniform as she strode through Fork's mighty forest. She heard a snap behind her. But being from the army, she knew it was probably just a stray deer. How wrong she was. . .
She felt the presence of someone behind her, and whipped around. There was someone standing in front of her. A young man, probably twenty-ish, was standing not ten feet away from her, his coal black eyes trained of her neck. His honey blond curls rippled as the wind caressed their bodies.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"If you will give me your blood, then yes, yes you can" He said, licking his lips. His voice sounded like rough velvet. Who was this stranger?
"What for?" Sarah asked cautiously. Was he one of those loons who had escaped from that mental institute in Seattle recently?
"For me, of course." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world," I need your blood. I forgot my manners, let me introduce myself. The name's Jasper, Major Jasper Whitlock Hale. Confederate Army, 1861-1864. I see you're in the army as well; of course i was in the army many, many years ago, 145, to be exact.
"One-one-one hundred and fort-forty-five??" She choked. Maybe this guy was a nutcase? How could he has been in the army all those years ago?
"Yeah, Vampires live forever. We're immortal, don't you know?" He told her, as if she was a young child.
"Oh . . . my . . . god. V-vampires? You have got to be kidding me!" The sinister look on his face told her he wasn't.
Jasper smiled maliciously, and suddenly all Sarah could look at was the razor sharp fangs that had appeared in his mouth. He launched himself at her, and she screamed.
"I'm hungry you see. I need blood. I thirst for it, it's in my nature. I would say I'm sorry, but I'm not."
He bent down, and went towards her neck. He suddenly changed course and started going for her wrist. He held her wrist up; he could see the pulse dancing down her arm. He slowly pulled it towards his mouth and bit it, plunging his fangs into the artery.
Sarah screamed, and looked at the blond attached to her wrist. There was a trickle of blood running down her arm towards her elbow, which had started to pour out of her wrist. She passed out, and lay there defenceless, as he continued to drain the blood. Just as he she started to feel her life slipping through her fingers like a grain of sand, something, or somebody knocked him out of the way. Carlisle had arrived. Great, just what Jasper needed.
"Jasper, stop, please. You don't what you're doing to us, to Alice!" At this remark Jasper dropped Sarah's limp wrist. She could start to feel the fire lick at her fingers and make its way up her arms, leaving them in a hot inferno.
"I can't. I need to hunt. I need to hunt her. She smells delicious, irresistible even. Please Carlisle, I beg of you." He pleaded, looking up at the man he thought of as a father.
"Come. We have to take her with us now anyway. She is too far gone to make her human again. She must become a vampire. Calm down Jasper, and we will talk at home."
He picked up Sarah, who was writhing in agony, and motioned for Jasper to follow him. Jasper obeyed, as if he was in some kind of trance, his face void of any emotion, which was strange for an empath. He followed behind them all the way home, grabbing the occasional deer that he so wanted.
Alice, who had been suspecting that this would happen ever since she had the vision of Jasper, stood by the door waiting for them to arrive, tapping her foot impatiently on the porch.
"Jasper!" She darted forward and embraced the troubled vampire. "I was worried about you! I had the vision of you killing her and I told Carlisle to go and get you! Why did you go after her?" she asked as soon as Jasper was within her grasp.
"I... I'm not quite sure. I was hunting a deer and then I caught the scent of a human I was too deep into the forest for anyone to be there and the next thing I know she is right in front of me. I'm sorry. What have I done?" He looked around wildly, his eyes flicking around the grand drive and the front of the house, looking at who had witnessed his outburst. No one had, apart from Alice and Carlisle luckily.
"I think that I am going to take Sarah up and put her in the guest room." Carlisle said, kicking open the front door.
"Oh my god. You love her, don't you Carlisle?" Alice squealed, her ochre eyes shining in excitement.
"No. Maybe, maybe not. No is the correct answer of course. I do not love this human."
"It's okay if you do. Look at Bella and Edward." Jasper said pointing to the lovers through the window.
"You have a point. I really need to take her and put her on the bed." Carlisle smirked at us, before walking up the stairs, with Sarah in his arms.