Hi.
My name is Lady Loser.

This is my first fic on the novel Twilight, so please no flames.

I am a very big fan of B/E, but I'm also an even bigger fan of non cannon couples. In everything that I've seen, read, or wrote.
So don't be too harsh on me.

Disclaimer: I'm only putting one of these, because they get annoying to type up on every chapter. I do not own anything written or created by Stephenie Meyer. I'm not that skilled with writing.

As long as I have lived, life has thrown me countless twists and turns. I was sure that every girl experienced a shock or two in their teenage years, but no one could hold anything high enough to compare to my world. At seventeen years old, I got my first boyfriend who just so happened to be a vampire. At eighteen, I met my first best friend, who I later discovered was a werewolf. Just before I turned 19, I was married to my very first boyfriend and transformed into a beautiful vampire. Right after having my first and only child. Renesmee.

Not only had I married at the young age I swore to myself I would never do, I also became part of a dark world. I was now a mythical creature. A smile graced my lips, and I looked down to the cold ground I was sitting upon. Every myth that I had onced believed was far beyond proved wrong. I was once a small, clumsy, ungraceful, plain and ordinary girl; standing at the very bottom of the food chain. Prey. Absolutely feeble.

Now here I sit; beautiful, stunning, different, coordinated, and dangerous. I was the predator, and I was an unknown threat to humanity. Every human that crossed my path shoul count their blessings that I was born into this world with phenomenal control. My record was still as clean as Calisle's. Never had I preyed on a human. In fact, the burning thirst and internal lust for human blood was a dull pulse now.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in my fairly new world. The scent of my nearby family was the strongest, but I could still smell the warm blood of animals scurrying through the trees I was looking into. Elk, birds, rabbits, and... A mountain lion. I opened my eyes instantly, not bothering to rid my mouth of the tremendous flow of venom.

I didn't have to think before I was up on my feet and sprinting into the canopy of trees. Smaller animals fled in late reaction to my passing as I followed the sweet scent of my prey. It felt like my very first day as a vampire. I was barefoot, dressed in a skimpy, short dress. This time, though, it would be in perfect shape when I finished. The trees wound by in a hushed blur, until I spotted my golden prize.

My body froze, and I crouched down to prepare myself. I grinned as I watched the large cat lower into the same position I was in, clearly about to pounce the unsuspecting elk near the steady creek. Not a chance. I launched myself off the ground, wrapping my strong arms around my victim's wide neck, and fixed my legs sturdy to the ground. Fearful and threatening growls filled the silent forrest before I sank my teeth into the warm fur and into the hot flow of blood.

Quickly, the growls and ripping snarls faded, gurgled, and stopped. I drew my teeth back and dropped the drained body to the forrest floor. It was just what I had needed. My thirst was starting to bother me lately. But there was something new about this kind of thirst, something I couldn't place my finger on. It was something I would have to work on.

I straightened my posture and glanced down to check my appearance. Spotless.

"You've gotten better at this, Bella," someone chuckled off to the side.

I jerked my head to the left, taking a defensive couch, but fixed myself when I realized who it was. Embarrassment overtook the defense, "Hey, Jasper." Why hadn't I caught his scent? Heard him coming? I was sure he could read the confusion on my face when he smiled at me, amused.

"Sorry if I caught you off guard," he said. "I couldn't read your mood before you left, so I was a little worried."

I smiled at his concern for me, "I'm alright."

A swift breeze swept in from the trees, blowing his scent directly towards me, and I inhaled deeply. His scent carried the smell of sweet citrus and berries. My eyes refused to close with the sensation, catching one of their own. The breeze dusted his pale, golden hair across his forehead, revealing the power of his beautiful eyes. I stiffened to my new thoughts on Jasper, my eyes wide with shock at myself.

"Bella?" his voice was a song, and I suddenly felt excited to hear my voice on his lips.

"Jasper," I whispered his name, both to him and myself. My lips and tongue tingled with new pleasure on his name. I pressed my fingers to my lips, my eyes searching the ground for an answer to these new sensations. What was wrong with me? Just one minute ago I was a happily married woman, with Edwards name scripted into my unbeating heart.

I felt a sudden calm wash over me. As a human, this would have worked. Yes, my posture relaxed, but my emotions were still crashing down on me like the rough waves of a hurricane on a soft, peaceful beach. I demanded myself to fight these strange feelings, expecting to triumph. After all, I had amazing self control. But nothing. Everything hit me, relentlessly.

"What's wrong?" alarm was ringing high in Jaspers voice, but there was something else in his tone. Something that made my ears ring and shrill with pleasure. "Bella!"

Naturally, being a vampire, my instincts were always so clear. But now, there were so many of them, they clouded my mind. What was my mind - my heart - ordering me to do? Run? No, my legs were like tree stumps in the ground. My eyes retreated from the ground, and I looked back at Jasper. His blanket of calm was still coating me, and I almost felt weak.

I focused my eyes into his, finally. Then I felt it. Something that felt like silver wires wrapped around my being, and pulled me towards him. Still being too calm for control, my feet instinctively began to move. In my chest where my unmoving heart lay, was a simple flutter. It wasn't my heart, I knew that for sure. But the emotions my human heart had felt were still there. This new feeling, how had I been so stupid? How could I not recognize this feeling that was racing through me?

Lust.

But I felt a mixture of something else. Something I knew I shouldn't be feeling. Not for Jasper. Not for anyone but my husband. No, I shouldn't be feeling this way. I continued to command my feet to stop moving. But it resulted in the exact opposite. Something fell quietly onto my bare arm. The distraction was small, but needed. I looked at my arm, and blinked twice before realizing what was coming. The thunder in the piercing dark sky made it clear.

I made the mistake of looking back up at Jasper. There was a drop of rain moving slowly down the side of his face, almost making me believe that he was crying. The dead silence in my chest jumped and fluttered again. He hadn't looked at the rain, hadn't been distracted, and nor had he been oblivious to my obvious changing in mood. I expected to see anger in his eyes, maybe even disappointment. But, to my surprise, those feelings were not coloring in his beautiful eyes.

He took a step forward, and I met his movement in perfect symmetry. What was a few feet that separated us just seconds ago, was now just a few inches. And closing. What was he doing? He needed to stop me. Stop me, Jasper. I wanted to scream the words, but they stuck cold in my throat.

"Bella," again, my name felt like ecstacy against his lips. "Why are you having these feelings?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I can't stop them. Jasper . . . Stop me." The command was weak, and he knew that.

"I can't," his words were soft, matching the tenderness in the depths of his eyes. "I can't stop myself, Bella."

"No," I struggled for the words. "We can't . . . We shouldn't. We - " My breath, ragged and labored stopped short when my eyes dropped from his gaze and onto his lips. My teeth clenched, and unclenched several times as I fiercely fought back against my newest urge. No. But I couldn't stop. The strength of my new instincts were far too strong for my now weak will-power.

It happened.

I lunged for him, wrapping my strong arms around his neck and crushing my lips to his. Nothing inside me pushed me to be gentle as I shoved harder against his body. We fell to the now wet ground. Fear of rejection ran through me, but quickly stopped when his arms wrapped around my slender waist and his mouth opened to my demanding lips.

I tasted every small part of his lips as I could before his tongue pressed through my barriered mouth. My body shuddered and weakened to his taste, his rough handle on my small body. My mind was boggling for his touch, for everything. He tore his mouth from mine, and rolled us over so he was on top of me. His lips moved hungrily down my throat, my collar bone, and then to my shoulder. My body arched against his, a slow whimper escaping from my trembling lips.

"Bella," he whispered my name against my shoulder as he gently nipped against my cold skin. The pain was noticeable, but pleasurable to my ever sense. My fingernails ran along his back, finding their way under his thin shirt. I felt a rush of joy when he shuddered in response to my touch, and his lips returned to mine. One of his hands held him up, keeping him balanced above my body while the other gripped the side of my small gown and I could tell he was aching to rip it to shreds. I knew what was stopping him, but I said nothing.

His self control didn't slip; instead, my gown was now lifted above my waist to reveal everything. Suddenly, I didn't regret rushing to get dressed this morning. His free hand roamed up my waist, and down my thigh. A small moan drifted from me, and was returned with a lustful groan from Jasper. That simple noise drove me mad, and my hands ripped away from his bare back and searched for his belt buckle.

Any of the self control I'd had, was all lost in that instant.

Hello! :)

Sorry if that was a bit of a cliffhanger, but I'm not stopping there. I do plan to continue this bit, just as long as everyone likes it.
Please R&R.
This is my very first Twilight fic.

Lady Loser.