Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does. I could never dream up someone as perfect as Jasper (much to my disappointment).
Summary: When Jasper left to join the army, he was leaving so much behind. His family, his friends... and his fiancée. When Elena Woods hears of her betrothed's 'death' she goes into a zombie state, in which she cannot cope. When one night she is walking in the cornfields, reliving memories she is turned. As she moves to modern day Forks, will she ever find her beloved?
167 years ago...
Jasper Whitlock smiled down at the face of the love of his life, wiping a tear that had escaped one of her emerald eyes on her tanned cheek. He leaned forward, softly pressing his lips to hers. He smiled into the kiss when he felt her hands through his dirty blond hair, in turn running his fingers through her dark red curly locks. He pulled away after a moment, sighing as he looked behind him, to the white stallion. Once more, he turned to his fiancée and leaned forward, whispering in her ear.
"My heart will always belong to you, Elena."
He pecked her cheek and turned, mounting the horse and riding towards the horizon. Elena Woods watched her knight in shining armour walk ride away, taking her heart with him.
Tears stained porcelain cheeks as Elena wandered the corn fields, the wind tugging her curly locks and her dress as her bare feet navigated the slightly uneven ground. The navy blue skirt of her dress billowed behind her, goose pimples gracing her bare arms, the sleeves of her faded pink bodice rolled up, past her elbow. (Dress on profile) God, how she missed him. Her heart wrenched in her chest and she allowed a small sob to escape her plump, rosy red lips. Tears blurred her vision and she fell to the ground, not caring for her dress. She heard footsteps behind her, but decided she did not care for it, wallowing simply in her misery. It was that decision that changed her life forever.
"Don't struggle and this won't hurt."
A masculine voice growled, clasping her neck as she let out a small whimper. She felt as though she was going to be sick; her stomach churning as adrenaline pumped through her veins. But she refused to act on it. With the news of her dear Jasper's death, life seemed meaningless now, and she did not care what was to happen to her. She allowed the man to move her head to the side and expose her neck, but she screamed when she felt his teeth puncture her neck, pain immediately ripping through her body.
After what seemed like centuries of burning pain, Elena's once-emerald eyes opened, a gasp escaping her lips as she stared at the dust particles lingering in the air. She was staring at a sky streaked with pink and gold, among colours she'd never even known existed. She gasped once again, looking at all the different colours of the corn that cushioned her body. That was when she heard the shouts and the howls of canines, jumping to her feet. Here's Farmer Dean again, coming to yell about the crops. She thought. The most enticing scent filled the air, gracing her nostrils as she ran a tongue over red plump lips. A male figure appeared, sandy hair covering his chocolate eyes. She could hear his pulse and took a whiff of the air. That was all she needed. She pounced, growling as she knocked the farmer to the ground. She plunged her teeth into his neck, the sweet crimson liquid rushing down her throat.
After a while, she stopped. She wiped her lips and looked down at the corpse, gasping and covering her mouth as she let out tearless sobs. Did I do that? She thought. After a while, she stopped sobbing, a hard and cold expression on her face. She no longer cared for what she was. She no longer cared for the monster that she was becoming. She would find whoever had taken Jasper from her and would kill him, slowly. But still, a small part of her mind that she had locked away to think about when she was free to cry (or rather, try to) was whispering.
'What have I done?"
A/N: I have to say, I'm quite proud of this prologue. I've never done one so long. Anyway, tell me what you think in a REVIEW?