-Regret-

He sat there, on the rock grouping that was near a river, his head in his hands. His shoulders were drooped low and his elbows were on his knees. His mop of copper hair covered his blood red eyes. Those eyes, which, for the sake of his father, he tried so hard to keep a pleasant yellow. The past years had caught up with him, the rebellious years, he'd dubbed them. He regretted leaving his mother and father, the only people who truly cared for him. He believed it to be a justice: I will only kill them if they have raped or murdered. But no, he was just as bad as them. If not worse.

He had a lot of nerve to come back to them. They accepted him back with open arms, literally. If he were in their shoes he would have made the offender get on his knees and beg for forgiveness. And then spit in their face.

His spot in the coven, if they so choose to abide by normal hierarchy, would be second in command. After Carlisle. It disgusted him that he out ranked his mother.

When he came back to the Cullen Coven they had been living in Rochester, New York. So here he sat, his mother inside cleaning the already tidy house and his father walking home after going on a hunting trip. He didn't believe anyone could feel as bad as he. But he was wrong.

Across town a beautiful young blonde girl was making her way home. The night had already approached and the eerie chill of the March wind was putting her in an uneasy state. This was not helped by the troubling thoughts she was experiencing.

She had been visiting her best friend, Vera, tonight. Although she would never admit to it, a certain socialite was envious of her. Vera had everything she wanted. She was married to a loving husband and had a gorgeous baby boy, Henry. She noticed the love those two shared. It was envedite when he kissed her and hugged her.

Something she has never experienced before. She had finally realized something, a fact that broke her heart and churned her stomach: the attraction between her and Royce was based on nothing but the physical beauty of the two.

She would marry him and have her fairy tale wedding but she would not be granted the perfect marriage. She glared at her engagement ring as she quickened her step. Up ahead she saw six men. All of which were dressed in fine suits and clearly drunk. She tried to bypass them but in her current frame of mind the idea left as quickly as it came. She heard her name being called by Royce. He wanted her and she knew she would have to go over.

She heard their conversation and boisterous laughter but did not absorb any of it. The buttons on her coat popped and she felt a stinging in her hair as her hat was ripped off. She felt their hand touching her, silencing her.

The pounding feel of regret flooded her as they did this. She should have phoned for Father to escort her home.


-Contentment-

Today was her day. Everything she had ever wanted, all of her childhood dreams, would be fulfilled. She wore a lovely white gown and the veil made her look like a queen. Up ahead was her fiancé, and in just a few moments he would be her husband.

All her life Rosalie dreamed of a fairy tale wedding. She wanted extravagance and she wanted to be the center of attention. She wanted the girls who saw her to sigh in envy and the boys to dream. The church was decorated just as she wanted and everything was perfect.

Up ahead was her prince charming and she couldn't ask for anything more. He loved ever though she was tainted, dirty, taken. He called her an angel. And meant it. He gave her anything and everything she wanted. But that didn't matter. It also didn't matter that just two years ago his family was in poverty and starving.

The only thing that matter was now. He smiled at her the love he felt clear in his eyes. She smiled with the same adoration. Her father, Carlisle, was speaking. Emmett took her hands in his and squeezed. She beamed.

The only thing that could make Rosalie complete was a baby. But now, as she was condemned to be a vampire for all of eternity, she would have to do without. She resented that. Sometimes though, Emmett acted so childish. He made her laugh. Something Royce never did.

Around him she felt like his item. He would bring her around town and brag about her body. He never treated her like a person. She never minded that until now. Now she realized that she only liked Royce was because her parents wanted her too. They wanted more money. Nothing else mattered to them. Now, because of their greed, Rosalie was dead.

Emmett looked so handsome in his suit. It fit his large body perfectly, if not a bit snug. She liked that though. His hand came up and brushed her veil off of her face. Her porcelain skin held no makeup and when she smiled her teeth sent out a beam of rainbow light.

The ceremony continued and Rosalie waited for her chance. Her chance to say the two words she dreamed about.

She smiled fondly at the memories of her as a child. She would spend hours telling her mother just how she wanted everything.

Rosalie could never have dreamed that she would marry a vampire, her vampire brother would be Best Man, and her vampire mother would be Maid of Honor. No, she thought her father, Jonathon, would walk her down the aisle while hundreds of people looked on enviously.

She preferred this.

Then, finally, it came to her part. The words were changed a bit to fit the unusual circumstance. Rosalie took a deep, unneeded breath, and smiled. She said the two words.

"I do."


-Loneliness-

Foliage was everywhere. Jasper had grown sick of the vegetation. Some part of him regretted leaving his only friends. But he knew that it would be better for them if he left. Every day he would feel and see their love. Never once did he understand. He had never felt love himself; the emotion was foreign to him. While he tried to decipher what love was he projected his feelings to them. He would never do that to anyone. He wouldn't wish how he felt upon his worst enemy. The loneliness was overwhelming, as is the self-hatred, sadness, guilt, and fear.

He hated himself for all the fighting and killing he had done over the decades. That was where the guilt came in. He wished he could have just kept going on his horse and abandoned the three mysterious women. He knew he couldn't do that. His father had taught him to help women, not to fear them. He was sad. Sad for superficial reasons. He knew he would never find a mate. No female would ever want him. Everyone who saw him was instantly afraid. His scars, which covered his entire body, were easily his most dominate feature. No women would want someone so… disfigured. Even if an insane one could look past that he would have to tell them of his past. Surely, they would run.

His coal black eyes searched the wilderness for a stupid human. He had been trying to starve himself but so far Jasper could see it was not working.

He wondered why God put him on this earth. Was it a cruel joke? It must have been. Jasper could not wait for when he was killed. Without a doubt he knew the ground would swallow him. He would be sent straight to hell to burn for his misdeeds. Maybe he could get out early for good behavior.

Jasper raised his left wrist to his mouth and bit. He had only done this four other times. Four other times the pain overpowered him and he had to resort. The burning venom filled his arm quickly. He left it there while he hunted. A punishment to himself for killing these innocent people. People with hopes, families, jobs, a future.

Eventually, he had to suck the venom out. He did so, wincing as it left his dry veins. When he finished he hide in the leaves of a bush. Said bush was dangerously close to a city. What city, he didn't know. He never took note of where he traveled. Something that would upset most people.

What he did know was he was in the North. Somewhere on the east side of the country in what looked like quite a large area. A capital city then?

He sat unmoving in that bush as day crept up on him. At night he moved to stalk the streets. Just like the myths said evil, sadistic creatures did. We found a woman and sat near her. She had been leaning against a tree. She looked about Jasper's age: twenty. He talked with her and made her comfortable before whispering, "I'm sorry," then he sunk his teeth into her neck and drank greedily. Out of pure laziness he left her carcass. He retreated back to his bush.

When day struck he was disappointed to see it was raining. Anyone who saw the young man would find it odd that he was standing on the edge of trees, letting the rain soak him.

So Jasper moseyed out of his hiding place and looked for some shelter.


-Anticipation-

Her first and only memory was of him. He was the first thing she saw and the person she dreamed about. She had devoted her life to him and she hadn't even met him yet. Even from her visions she could tell he was lonely. Granted, he was with the man named Peter and his mate, Charlotte, but he didn't seem to fit in with them. Peter and Charlotte were optimistic while he seemed desolate.

Everything about him amazed Alice. He had curly, honey blond hair. His was not even an inch shorter than hers, she could tell. He had feral red eyes and milky skin. The odd thing was he had scars. Bite marks, she believed. She didn't understand how he got them. She only had one on her neck. She assumed that was from the transformation.

She thought back to the day she awoke. The sun had been shining and she heard the babbling of a river in the distance. She was set up, confused. Her short black hair was clotted with dust. As was the white gown she was wearing. She was bare foot and dirty. A painful burning was in the back of her throat. Her want to get rid of that consumed all else. Until she saw him. Come to find out his name was Jasper Whitlock. Alice liked that name. She found a note by her side. It said she was a vampire and her name was Alice. If he wasn't here he had been killed by another vampire.

Those days were in the past. Alice had spent twenty-six and a half years searching for Jasper. She would have found him by now if he kept tabs on where he went but he didn't. That irritated her. She also searched for another person. Or persons. They were the Cullen's. She saw herself and Jasper with them. They drank animal blood, as did she. The leader's name was Carlisle and he was a doctor! His mate is Esme and they have three 'kids'. Edward, a mind reader, Emmett and Rosalie. As far as she can tell Emmett and Rosalie have no powers.

Alice had been sitting in a hotel in Michigan when she got the vision. She sat in a diner, in Pittsburg, the month was May, and it was raining. Outside was Jasper. She squealed in pure delight when she saw that.

Now she had been sitting in the same stool, each day nursing a cup of coffee, waiting for him. It was day seventeen of her waiting and he still hadn't shown. The only reassure she had was her visions getting stronger and clearer. That meant he would be here any day now. The anticipation was painful.

Finally, one day later it rained. Water soaked the sidewalk and ran down the glass window. Today we would come. To keep herself occupied Alice pretended the water droplets were racing: the first one to the bottom of the window wins.

Once again her eyes glazed over. Momentarily, she saw a flash of light and then Jasper. His hair was dripping, so was his dirty shirt. His pants were dirty and holed. He stood outside the diner for a moment before coming in. The vision faded to black and Alice saw present day again. She blinked a few times to get her bearings. Then she saw him. And he was no premonition.


-Embarrassment-

Writing class was, in one word, tedious. This was a universally excepted fact by all. Today was no acceptation in Mrs. Winter's advanced class. The students filled in. Some were talking with their peers, some were hiding behind their hair, others weren't thinking at all. Mrs. Winter's wasn't one for talking and for that everyone was thankful for. Her voice was high and gruff and she had a tendency to yell when she spoke. The board read: 'Notes today. Get out a paper and pencil. No talking!' The only person who actually read this was Rosalie Hale.

Mrs. Winters dimmed the lights and tapped on the board. Several oh's! Came from the back. Rosalie had her notebook open on her desk but she could not find her pencil. She was becoming frantic when she couldn't find it. No writing untenical was in her bag. She cursed.

Then her golden orbs skimmed over her partner. Jesse or James, hell it could be Jamuel for all Rosalie knew. She put on the façade easily.

She shifted in her seat toward him. "Excuse me," she whispered timidly. Everyone was looking at her now. She could feel there stares.

"Uh… yeah, what's up, Rosalie?" Jesse stuttered. He was shocked a Cullen was talking to him. Did she like him? Was she going to dump the big buffoon she called a boyfriend for him? Please, God, please!

She smiled nervously and fiddled with her fingers, "I-I can't seem to find a pencil. May I borrow one of yours?"

Jesse only had one pencil. It had bite marks, no eraser, and he was holding it in his right hand. For her to have it he would have to do without. "Sure, here," He sat it down and looked at her. Was she going to reject it? Spit at him?

"Thank you," Rosalie said simply. She winced when she picked up the pencil. That didn't go unnoticed by anyone. Neither did their conversation. All of the guys were looking at him with jealously clear as day in their eyes. He blushed. It was his most annoying habit.

The class counited as normal. Jesse kept his eyes on Rosalie. He liked the fact that she was writing with his pencil. That her elegant script was achieved from his money. He had to buy the stupid pencil this morning at the school store. Now he lost it. But, if he had to lose it he didn't mind losing it to Rosalie Hale.

Rosalie was basking in the attention. She could feel Jesse watching her, watching her write, she would never understand humans.

When the bell rang Rosalie dropped the pencil on to Jesse's portion of the desk, "Thanks," she said.

"No, you keep it. You'll need it next period, right?" Jesse said cockily. Attention from a Cullen did that to people. Made them think they were important. When they weren't.

Rosalie sniffed, "No, Emmett's in my next period." What did that mean?

Jesse followed her out of the classroom after Rosalie. What he saw shocked him. It shouldn't have though. Emmett and Rosalie were kissing. No, making out. Doing something that defiantly should not be done in public.

She pulled away and smiled shyly at him. Rosalie said something. All the time Jesse stood there, jealous. Emmett laughed and pulled and pencil out of his bag. Rosalie smiled at him.

Then she turned around to look at Jesse. With one look, with complete silence, Jesse knew he had been rejected.


I combined all of my one-shots into one story because I didn't like having so many short ones.

-Portrait-