Hello Fanfiction :) Here is a new story I've started entitled Savage. The idea just popped into my head and after considering it for a long while I decided to let you guys have a say in it. This is the Pilot chapter which is Jasper's background leading up to his change.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Twilight no matter how much I wish I did.

Please enjoy and let me know if you like the story so far.

Savage

ONE

Jasper didn't give a shit about the Confederacy. All he knew was his field and his wife – wife-to-be that is – until they came and ruined everything.

Jasper was hard at work tilling the fields when he saw his lover standing on the back porch of his father's farmhouse. He shielded his eyes from the sun and smiled brightly at her. From her spot on the porch she watched the smile form across his lips and took notice of the way his sun-drenched skin stretched around his flexing muscles, or rather, she took notice of the giddy feeling it gave her. A deep scarlet blush formed beneath her comparably pale cheeks as she waved at him and turned towards the house to make dinner.

Jasper shook his head and looked around himself, thinking, yearning for their wedding date just around the bend. He had it all planned. He would marry her at the church in the morning with the entire town – all who had not been drafted into the war – as his witness, then they would return to his father's house and eat and celebrate with his guests. They would dance to music and laugh happily and pretend that there was no war at all. Then when all the festivities had come to an end, they would mount their horses – his brown stallion and her golden mare – and race away, deep into the woods where he and his brothers had built the house they would raise a family in.

Everything was set. All he had to do was wait for the next morning, and that he did. Soon enough, the next morning rolled around and Jasper was awake before the rooster called. He ran to the barn where his stallion and his love's mare rested and smiled joyously at the sight before him. Today was the day!

Just as the thought entered his mind, his mother placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Upon seeing her concerned face, he picked her up and spun her around happily, laughing at her shocked gasps.

"Today is the day, mother!" he laughed, and he set her down and ran inside the house to prepare for the wedding.

Outside of their quiet little town, however, evil things were brewing. Two villainous Yankee soldiers plotted against Jasper, unbeknownst to him. They didn't know who he was or even that their actions would affect him directly, but they plotted knowing none-the-less that someone would be hurt by the end of the night.

Blissfully ignorant of the fact, Jasper bathed and combed his hair while his wife-to-be did the same from her mother's own house nearby. While her mother stared at the pale green wedding dress that used to belong to her, Jasper's wife-to-be picked a bouquet of her favorite jasmine flowers to be carried down the aisle and Jasper sent his brother to check on the horses.

Time carried on and soon Jasper was dressed in his hand sewn trousers and his best church vest paired with a recently bought overcoat. His bride dressed in her mother's wedding dress – pale green for a young bride such as herself to represent fertility – and stepped into her best church shoes as her mother secured a miniature veil into her deep brown hair. She took a final peek at herself in the mirror and, satisfied, she turned away before she pulled on her white lace gloves and followed her mother and younger sister out of the house.

Jasper and his wife began the long carriage ride towards the church and thus towards each other, until finally they arrived – Jasper first, of course. He walked inside the church where most of the women left behind from the war were already seated and the few males who became teachers sat with their lucky wives and their lucky children, waiting to witness the joining of two of the town's most loved youth.

When all the town had arrived – which wasn't an exceptionally great population – and all had been greeted by Jasper, the church's bell rang out three times and everyone immediately stood and turned in hopes of seeing the bride enter graciously. And as the organ sounded, there she was, Rebecca Grey in all her glory, and her eyes rested on only her love, waiting for her across the room. His eyes, by comparison could not stop moving. He watched her hands, clasped around a bouquet of her favorite April flowers, and he watched her scarlet cheeks, darkening feverishly with each second. He watched her stride, nervously approaching her future, and finally he found her eyes – her brown eyes, as rare as the richest chocolate imported across the seas and across the blockade. He smiled and her lips followed suit. Finally, finally, she reached him and neglecting the flowers, he took her hands into his own, and they exchanged their vows and they were married.

The following ceremony came to pass without a single hitch just as Jasper expected and soon, he was following his beloved on horseback into the woods where she would see their home for the first time. The house in question was built in a clearing they had frequented in the days of their courtship and lay near a lake they'd crept to late in the night and escaped the hardships of everyday life, often falling asleep on its shores until the break of dawn.

The newly made Rebecca Whitlock slowed her mare as they entered the clearing and the sight before her brought tears to her eyes. She stared, fascinated by the great detail of the house. It was built entirely by hand of wood and stone and a path of jasmine wrapped around the house, leading to the lake behind the house. Rebecca looked to her husband in adoration and leaped from her horse. Following suit, Jasper lifted his wife off of the ground and carried her effortlessly into their house to christen it until late in the evening.

The two newlyweds lay naked beneath their sheets, swaddled in the other's arms and placing gentle kisses on every visible part of the other's body. Rebecca rolled off of her husband's chest at the sound of the horses – which they had completely neglected – whining loudly outside.

"Jasper" she gasped.

"Hm?" he mumbled groggily into her warm and rather welcoming neck.

"We forgot about the horses" she frowned, always the compassionate being that she was.

"They'll be fine, love. I, however, am craving more of your attention" Jasper smiled, pulling her back onto his masculine chest. Rebecca willingly went until the horses cried again.

"Jasper, dear. Please go check on them" Rebecca urged, nudging him ever so gently away from her body. Jasper propped himself up on his elbow and found her eyes in the moonlight. Sighing, he kissed her lips gently and rolled out of their bed.

"Anything for you, love" he smiled and pulled on his trousers and shoes, leaving his shirt unbuttoned.

Outside, the horses were indeed restless. They jumped and pranced and cried at the trees.

"Whoa, Jasmine" Jasper soothed his wife's mare and she whinnied at the forest before her. "What's the matter, girl?"

As Jasper's stallion reacted in the same manner, Jasper decided it was best that he inspected the forest. Foolishly, he entered without even a lantern to illuminate his path, but he'd been in these woods so many times, he believed he didn't need a lantern.

Jasper crept along cautiously and several times, he felt a chilling presence tickle down his spine, but he refused to be afraid. He picked up a fairly sharp stick, thinking to himself that it would do as a spear. Jasper believed his horses were afraid of an approaching coyote, but it wasn't until much later when he would fully experience the chilling presence again.

While Jasper hunted the daunting vampire that he believed to be a coyote, Rebecca lay in her bed awaiting the arrival of her husband. Soon, the rear door to their house opened and shut loudly and Rebecca smiled, anticipating the sight of Jasper's blonde hair and bronze chest once more, but much to her dismay it wasn't Jasper who entered their room. Two men with black hair stalked into her room, looking around. Immediately she pulled the covers over her head, trying to hide from the men. Her heart raced in her chest, threatening to explode at any moment. The men had planned at the start of the day to raid a nearby house and bring back any valuables to their Union base to pawn off for money, but when they saw the bundle beneath the sheets, their plans immediately changed.

One of the Yankee soldiers crept up to Rebecca and ripped the sheet away, exposing her pale, naked body.

The Yankee men smiled sinisterly. "Jackpot" one said to the other before grabbing her deep brown hair in his fist and unbuckling his belt at the same time. Rebecca screamed as loudly as she could "Jasper!" before the other man held her mouth shut and the two took their turns with her.

Surprisingly, Rebecca's frightened scream reached Jasper's ears in the woods, and immediately the presence was forgotten. Jasper ran as fast as he could back to the house where he dropped the stick and grabbed a knife from the kitchen. He entered the room just in time to see the Union soldiers pulling up their trousers and a furious rage overcame him. He ran to one of them and grabbed him, holding the knife to his throat, but he was thrown off by the other soldier.

The knife was ripped out of Jasper's hand and thrown to the side as the Union soldiers then took their turns bloodying his face. Jasper took all of it silently, staring all the while into the men's eyes, begging for them to remember his face. He vowed to have his revenge.

Once the soldiers felt Jasper was good and pummeled, they ran off into the night leaving the tortured newlyweds behind.

Merely days later, Jasper found his wife – whose innocent features had been marred by the events of their wedding night – lying face down in the lake behind their house and though he was grief stricken, he was not surprised by her final escape from reality. He returned home with bloodshot eyes to find his father standing on his doorstep with a letter that had arrived for him.

His father knew what was within the envelope and so did Jasper. It was a letter informing him of his duty to defend the Confederacy. Seeing it as his chance to avenge his beloved wife, he willingly joined. His devotion took him far, sending him speeding through the ranks until he became an officer.

Finally, Jasper experienced the chilling presence again one evening as he contemplated – again – the many ways in which he would murder the men responsible for his wife's death. Only this time, he knew it was no coyote behind him. By the time he was changed, he knew only his thirst – that was until he saw the Union soldiers who ruined his life so long ago. Immediately, all of his memories as a human returned to his newly advanced brain.

Jasper hunted them down in the middle of the night and lured them into the woods where he used to live. Taking a brief second to mourn the house's decomposing features, Jasper entered the soldiers' line of sight. The men saw him instantly, but it wasn't until closer inspection that they truly recognized Jasper's face.

"Back for more, are you?" The soldier sneered. "Where's that beauty of yours?"

Jasper smiled menacingly and grabbed each of the men by their throats, holding them high in the air. Feeling the fear in their hearts and smelling the adrenaline running through their veins, Jasper looked each of them in the eyes for a long moment before he sank his teeth into their necks and happily drank every last drop of their evil blood.

Then, as a final sign of his hatred, Jasper ripped the men apart and dropped their pieces off at the entrance of the Union base. One piece from each of the men, however, he burned, and they were the pieces that forced their way into his wife.

A/n: So... there's the Pilot to my new story Savage. Let me know if you like it and if I should keep writing. Please leave a review. It will be greatly appreciated :)

~Gerrie~