A/N: I owe this wonderful idea to a certain New York Country. So, three cheers for her! (Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray!) Now, on with the story! DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Twilight or any characters from Twilight. I own a few OC characters, that's all.
There are some things that no one – And I mean no one, not even Edward or Alice – know about me. For instance, the fact that I had another wife before my beloved Alice. Or about the fact that I had a child, a beautiful baby girl, also with this woman. This lady's name was Annabelle Whitlock, or before we were married, Annabelle Jones. I loved her, I truly did, but it was a different sort of love than the one I have with Alice. What Alice and I have is something truly remarkable, something that no one can fully grasp unless they, too, have a mate. But enough of my musing. Sometimes, I still like to remember the foggy memories I have of Annabelle and our daughter. It'd not much, but it can be nice to remember them. Our daughter's name was Elizabeth, or Beth or Bethy for short. . . She was named after Annabelle's grandmother on her mother's side. . .
Suddenly, Alice jolted me from my thoughts. "Jasper, are you alright?" She asked, frowning. "It's nothing. Just thinking, that's all." I replied, extremely glad Edward wasn't around; sometimes, having a member of the family who could read minds was really a pain in my neck. Sometimes I envied Bella, not having Edward hearing her thoughts unless she wanted him to. Oh, I suppose I should mention we're in Alaska with the Denalis. It's been fifty years since Bella was turned. Jacob and Renesmee are visiting, but they're all out hunting, Jake accompanying them. They did have a lot to talk about – Jacob and Renesmee were going to get married. I sighed, going over to the window, Alice following. "Jasper, I think you should hunt. You haven't for a while, and school starts tomorrow. Speaking of which, have you heard? There's going to be a new girl. . ." I let Alice's chatter fade to background noise. She was right – I should hunt. And I would. . . After I satisfied the compelling urge go look at the single picture I had of Annabelle and Beth. An artist had been kind, and drawn their portrait for me, then mine for them. It was right before that fateful evacuation, and I had been able to visit them for one week for my twentieth birthday. One of the best weeks of my entire life, although I confess I don't remember much about it. I smiled at Alice. "Alright, I'll go hunt. I'll meet you by the boulder, alright? I want to do something. It'll only take a second." I told her, pressing my lips to her short spiky hair. I waited for her nod, then I ran up to our room and walked over to a shelf, pulled out a motorcycle magazine, and quickly went through the pages until I reached page forty-four. Then I slowly, almost reverently, turned the page and looked at the one picture I had of my former family. Beth was one year old in this picture, and her mother was holding her. Annabelle was looking tenderly at her, a small sad smile on her pretty face. Even though I could remember every detail about this picture, I still liked to look at the actual drawing. I smiled wistfully, then carefully shut the magazine and put it back on the shelf, and ran to meet Alice.
Hey, look, I'm a LINEBREAK! 'Cause guess what? This is the prologue (Above) and Chapter one (Below)!
The next day at school I didn't pay much attention. I was thinking about the strange scent Alice and I had found while out hunting. For some reason, it seemed slightly familiar to me. Oh, there was that ear-shattering bell. Wincing, I stood up, grabbed my bags, and headed out of the classroom. Time for free period. Well, technically, it's the 'study period' but what am I supposed to study? I was joined by a very anxious Rosalie and Emmett right outside the library door. They grabbed my arms and hauled me off to our usual table in the corner of the library. "What? What is it? Let go!" I demanded in a quiet tone, annoyed. The pair let go and I sat down, then asked, "Well, what is so all-fired important that you have to grab me and practically drag me – Which you BOTH know I don't like – over here?" I asked again with a huff. "Sorry, Jasper. Rose's orders." Emmett apologized, with a small grin. "I should have known." I groaned, then turned to Rosalie, who looked like she was about to burst. "Well? What is it?" Rosalie gave a small, dainty, utterly fake cough. "Well, actually, Bella told me that Edward wants to talk to you in free period so I needed to make sure you're here. I'm sorry, Jazzy." She apologized, straightening her shirt self-consciously. I sighed. "What the hell is going on?!" I rhetorically asked. They shrugged, and then cast a small glance at each other. They were sorry, I could tell that, but otherwise they weren't entirely truthful. They knew what was up. I huffed again, stood up, and was about to leave when Bella and Edward appeared, both anxious. "Took you long enough." I growled. "Now, what is it?" Bella answered me. "Jasper, remember that scent you and Alice crossed last night?" I nodded, and she continued. "Well, it's another vegetarian!" She said excitedly, and I frowned. There were no other vegetarians. At least, none that we knew of. "Is there a coven, or is she or he a nomad? How do you know this information?" I asked, wondering at Bella's excitement, Rosalie's nervousness, Emmett's strange thoughtfulness, Edward's puzzlement, and Alice's- Wait, Alice?! What was this? Why was my family ganging up in the library in THIS particular period? "Alice. What is going on that is so important that all of you are skipping Biology, PE, and Science?" I asked acidly. Bella answered. Again. "Jazz, it's a she, and we've all seen her. The last two periods, in fact." 'Why am I always the last to know these things? I was the last to know about Bella, the last to know about Renesmee, the last to know that we're moving to Alaska. . . The list goes on and on!' I thought with a spark of irritation, noting the flicker of amusement that crossed Edward's face – and emotions - at my thoughts. "Well, you can go now. I really don't see why you had to gang up me now, when you could just tell me at lunch." They rolled their eyes at my reply, and left. Well, except Rose and Emmett, who got out their note books and started doodling. I joined them, and was just finishing a nice drawing of Alice's face when someone mentioned shopping when the bell rang. Joy. Time for lunch period. How humans eat such disgusting food, I don't know.
As my two siblings and I walked into the cafeteria, five minutes later, I grimaced. All teenager cafeterias are hell for empaths. Quickly straightening my facial expression, I got my food and sat down in my usual seat. Then, the owner of the strange, slightly familiar scent walked into the cafeteria. I turned in my seat, looking. Then I saw her. Blonde hair the same color as my own fell to her waist. Her golden eyes were the same shape as Annabelle's. Her lips also resembled her mother's, but her nose and chin were the mirror image of mine. She was laughing, joking with a girl named Carrie Stancliff. My throat tightened, and that was when she noticed me. Her eyes were curious, searching. I stood up, turned to my family, and said. "I got a really bad stomach ache and went home." They were looking at me curiously. Alice asked, "Jazzy, are you okay? Is something wrong about Elizabeth?" I quit breathing. Edward was staring at me, and then gave a small nod of his head. My thoughts weren't making any sense. That nod told me to go. I turned and left, pausing at the door to the cafeteria to look once more on the vampire called Elizabeth. She was still watching me, and I turned and left, walking with quick, measured steps, forcing myself not to run. I heard steps behind me, and forced myself to breathe. Oh, hell no. No, no, no, this couldn't be happening. I walked out the glass door, looked back, and saw her turning the corner. I ran into the forest without another look back. I ran for about three hours, once even stopping and going back, until I heard that somebody was still following. I turned and just kept running. Suddenly, I gasped. Pain. That was all I felt. I swayed, then fell to my knees. Oh, dear Lord, put that person out of their misery. I found myself screaming wordlessly with the pain. I curled into a little ball, still screaming. Oh, it hurt. It hurt so badly. So, so, so badly. That was when I lost control of my senses, falling into the vampire state of unconsciousness.