Hi! Im NightOxOWatcher and with my friend GiantXGreenXCrayon we came up with a story idea for Jasper's first love. We will be taking turnss to write each chapter and the first one is written by me. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as i have / will writing it . Please review and tell us what you think, it would be much appreciated.
Xx NightOxOWatcher
Disclaimer: We do not own twilight and are merely just borrowing characters for our story.
Until the Last Rose Dies.
Chapter one.
In my mind I remember that summer, the summer of my first love. There is not a detail I want to forget and the memories are the ones I cherish most. It began like this:
The day had been warm, hinting at the summer's heat to come. I had woken to my friend Jane calling from below my window.
"Allissa!" She shouted. I wrapped a blanket around myself before pulling up the window.
"Tell me! What is it??" I yelled down to her. She screamed in excitement and said,
"Jack proposed Ally!" and flashed her ring. Before I could say anything to her she opened her mouth to say "I'll come back later to show you" and ran off towards a small figure in the distance along the path who I assumed was Jack. I sighed thinking of the beautiful simplicity of their love and my heart quickened in excitement of the thought of the summer to come, my seventeenth year.
The rest of the day had continued without any events of exciting detail and I had found myself lounging in a chair on the deck reading late into the afternoon, just before the sun was to set.
"Allissa dear" My mother called, "Child, could you go and find your father in the village? He has been working all day". Closing my book, I yelled to her that I would go and then headed towards the river. I decided to take a short cut along the back fence of our property and when I was out of sight of the house, I ducked under the fence and headed towards the bridge at a run, not expecting to come across another person as the bridge is not well known for crossing the river, due to the danger. I had loved to run this because it made me feel free, the empty fields around me with only the comforting shadows of the trees, the wind rushing past me and the magic of the golden sunset. I had truly thought myself alone.
It was when that thought crossed my mind that I saw a person, silhouetted against the setting sun, walking towards the bridge. I hastily stopped and slowed to walking, with thoughts of my mother reprimanding me in my mind. As I reached the river and was stepping onto the bridge I glanced up and saw that it was a man, a young man. He was crossing the bridge the same time as me, his arms full of fire wood. As we neared each other I couldn't help but gaze at his face in a manner mother could only call staring. His hair was a glinting gold in the sunlight and his eyes a sparkling blue, as he looked towards me a breath taking smile played upon his lips, causing my heart to miss a beat. He looked up and caught my gaze which made it hard for me to pull my eyes away.
When we reached the middle of the bridge and were standing before each other I managed to drag my eyes away and it became apparent to me that the bridge was too narrow for both of us to pass at the same time. I began to try carefully not to fall over the side as the hand rail was long broken and as I stepped back slightly to let him pass, what I was trying to prevent transpired. My foot caught in the hem of my dress and I slipped backwards. As I fell I could almost hear the rushing of the river in my ears, the icy hand of death clawing at my shoulder. Images of the rapid current beneath me flooded to mind and an intense sense of panic escaped itself from me in the shape of a scream. All this happened in a matter of seconds though it seemed to drag on for minutes and afterwards I do remember thinking of how I could be such a drama queen, exaggerating on the smallest details.
Before I could fall out of reach strong arms had caught me around the waist and I was pulled forward against his chest. Blushing furiously I carefully stepped back.
"Are you ok ma'am?" He asked his voice soft and full of concern.
"Y-yes thank you for saving my life" I murmured, gazing into his eyes. I noticed a small smile full of humor upon his lips replace his concerned expression as if he was holding in laughter and I in turn could not then keep myself from laughing.
"Well it was my pleasure, it would not be fair for us mortals of Earth to lose such a pretty girl as you" He laughed, which caused me to laugh further though inside my mind was reeling. I turned to leave and he picked up the few logs that had not fallen over the bridge when he saved me and headed in the other direction.
Stepping lightly onto the ground I heard him call out.
"Miss!" He yelled. I whirled around, burning with curiosity at what he had to say. "What is your name?"
Smiling I said "Allissa Rose Clarkson" as he turned to leave I yelled out "And yours? "
"I am Jasper Whitlock Miss Clarkson" He smiled. I left for the village, my mind filled with thoughts of this mysterious Jasper and his forward manner of speaking, though it made my heart beat so.
In the days to follow I did not hear from Jasper nor did I see him however, I spent the days with Jane, preparing for her wedding. I couldn't help but be drawn into her excitement and I began to yearn for someone to love like she had Jack. Because we had been consumed by wedding plans, it was a surprise to us when the annual Summer Ball had come around. The evening of the ball I slipped on a long green dress and mother pulled my curls back into ribbons, my mind had began to wonder who I might see that night and I found myself hoping to see Jasper Whitlock. I rode with Jane in her carriage and the silence was tense with excitement. When we arrived Jane burst from the carriage and flew straight into Jack's arms. I called hello to Jack as I entered the hall and my eyes on their own accord began to search the rooms for him.
Many young men had already asked me to dance but I found myself reluctant to give up the search. I began to wonder if I was falling the way they do in the books. Shaking my head I turned to Jane.
"Jane, I do not think he is here" I whispered into her ear.
"Ally…who?" She asked her eyes full of curiosity. I had forgotten that I never mentioned him. "Is this who you are thinking about when you are suddenly quite and don't hear what I am saying to you?"Before I could reply and much to her annoyance, Jack had spun her away and into the dance. I relaxed against the wall and watched the dancers, letting my mind drift.
"Why it that the most sought after Lady in the room refuses to dance with a soul?" a voice asked, whispering into my ear, so that I could feel the brush of his breath against my cheek.
Without turning I said "Perhaps it is that she is waiting for the right man to ask her, but then perhaps that would be to forward for you to know as is your questions"
"Indeed Miss, perhaps you are right, but if I was not to ask I would never know the answer and the thought would keep me wondering, and what pray tell is wrong with forward?" Jasper said causing me to smile. "I was hoping, if it isn't to forward, if you would consent to dance with me?" He asked holding out his arm. My heart was beating with excitement and he knew the answer was yes. I turned to face him.
As I took in his gaze I couldn't help but whisper his name. Until that moment I had not realized how much I had yearned to see him from only one meeting. He raised an eyebrow, a smile on his lips causing the corners of my mouth to lift up. "I would gladly take this dance with you" I said quietly and he took my hand, leading me onto the dance floor.
That was how we began.
