I watched as the panther that was my love's past crept up, her eyes glinting like the rubies they are; cold, emotionless, treacherous… I could see Jasper's eyes; wide and horrified, he was frozen, unable to move. I didn't need to be Edward to know that the sight of her alone brought to the surface so many horrific memories. I felt my hand contract, tightening on his, 'look at me' I urged through the gesture. He shuddered and forced himself to look away from that monster that was still creeping up on us.
Then nothing, blackness; the most relieving type for me, the one brought on by our closest allies: the wolves.
I sighed as the vision faded into nothingness, never to be if Edward, Jacob and I had anything to do with it. Maria would never even make a shadow in Jasper's mind.
It was at times like these that I was thankful not to remember anything of my previous life, and even more thankful for that which I had now.