A/N: Apparently Jasper had a little sister. Yeah I know I was surprised too.

I don't own Twilight.

I tied my boots and walked across the wood floor. A bored squeaked underneath me, I froze as Sophie moaned in her sleep. I waited until I was sure she was asleep to continue my way out of the house.

"Jasper?" she called out to me sleepily.

"Go back to bed Sophie," I told her, not turning around.

I tightened my grip on my knapsack and walked determined across the kitchen.

"Jasper!" Sophie squealed, scrambling out of her bed.

She was making too much noise, I swung around angrily.

"God Damnit Sophie, go to bed!" I whispered furiously at her.

"Jasper, where are you going," She whispered back, her white nightgown flowing around her.

"Away," I answered her as I turned back around, I couldn't have her making it harder than it already was.

"When will you be back?" she sounded so small, so helpless.

"Oh Sophie," I muttered as I turned back around, "I don't know, hopefully soon."

Sophie's bottom lip trembled as she took a determined step forward, "And you were going to leave without a goodbye?"

"I'm not going to say goodbye Sophie. I'm coming back." I turned back around, the sun was going to come up soon and I had to leave now.

Small hands wrapped around my waist and hugged me tight, "Do you promise?"

I sighed; I needed to leave, "Yes Sophie, I promise."

She released me from her death grip and took a step back.

"Godspeed brother." She whispered as I walked through the door and into the night.

I stared at the grave in front of me. Fever, I think that what they said had claimed my Little Sophie. I touched the grey tombstone. The words Sophie Whitlock 1850- 1864, Beloved daughter and sister glared mocking out at him. It was so simple, and I hated. So deserved so much better, a white marble tomb with gold coffin. Not a weatherworn grey stone with a rotten wood coffin.

"Oh Sophie," I whispered to her grave.

I knelt down in the grass, "I'm so sorry Sophie."

"I guess I was wrong about seeing you later," I mumbled to the ground, as If Sophie was actually listening.

I stared at the ground for what could have been hours. A small white hand lay on my shoulder. For one insane moment I thought it was Sophie, coming to tell me it was all just a dream, a horrible, horrible dream.

"It's time to go Jasper," Alice said as she pulled me to my feet.

I went without a struggle and followed her through the cemetery gates. Neither one of said a word as we neared the car.

"I didn't keep my promise," I informed her.

Alice looked at me with those lovely yellow eyes, "It's okay, we all break promises sometimes."

And we ducked into the car to drive back to our new family.