Hi again! So this is a new story that I got the idea for a couple of months ago. I just didn't get started on it because I was so busy with the other two stories that I was working on.

So here's the gist of this story; Set in Eclipse. Jasper thought that his family line had ended long time ago, that is until his little sister arrives in Forks. Cynthia is a witch- a real honest-to-God, immortal witch- and she wants to help protect her brother- whom she thought was dead- and his family. What happens when Jake imprints on her? Will Jasper be happy that his baby sis found someone to love, or will the rivalry between vampire and wolf cause him to stop this relationship before it starts?

So I only own Cynthia Whitlock/Hale. If something else pops up in this story that isn't a part of the Twilight saga, then it belongs to me too. Other than that, nothing much.

So let's start this puppy up!

Ch. 1 Memories

Jasper's POV

It had been almost a century and a half, and yet the small photograph had still not lost any value to me. The edges may have been curled, the coloring faded somewhat, yet nothing had changed. It still was the only thing that I could remember of my human life.

The picture was one of me standing in the middle of my family's backyard dressed in my military uniform, and standing beside me was the only person that ever truly understood me- apart from Alice, my little sister Cynthia.

I still remember everything about her perfectly- her long medium brown hair that she hated having to tie up all the time, her dark blues eyes practically twinkling with happiness at every little thing she did, the way that her laugh sounded something like that of an infant's and showed her dimples, and her kindness that always shined through. Cynthia always listened to me and encouraged me to do what I wanted, even though there were times where she didn't approve of it.

"Jasper, I really wish that you would reconsider this," Cynthia said as she sat on my bed, watching me move around my small bedroom to pack what I needed for the war.

"Cindy, you and I both know that this is something that I have to do," I told her for the countless time today.

"For what- father's sake? He does not want you to go just as much as I do," she shot back. I looked up from my bag to see her blue eyes slowly starting to fill with tears. I quickly dropped the clothing I had in my hands and swept her into my arms, lightly patting her back as she cried into my chest. "I don't want you to go, Jasper. I don't want to lose you!"

"You won't lose me," I said as I pulled back. She looked up at me in doubt, obviously thinking about how many had died in other battles past. "Here, I have something for you." I got back up and walked over to my hutch, pulling out from it the small box wrapped in brown paper and strings. I handed it to Cynthia wordlessly and watched as she opened it.

She looked down at the silver chain and locket with a look of surprise on her face. Our family was not very wealthy, so to say that I had been able to buy this was not ordinary. In fact, I had to work many long nights to be able to afford it for her. The locket was a Victorian style locket with a star. In the center of it was a small blue stone which matched her eyes perfectly. When she opened it, she saw the picture of the two of us that I had place inside of it.

"Jasper, how on earth did-"

"I'm making a promise to you Cindy," I said as I got up and walked around her, taking the necklace from her hands and placing it around her neck. "No matter what happens in the war, I promise that I will come back and find you, little sister."

She looked up at me and I could see the determination in her eyes, challenging me to go back on my word. Then she got up and ran into her room which was across from my own. Before I could even understand what she was doing, she came back into my bedroom with a long leather cord and her favorite charm bracelet. She then extracted one charm which was a small ruby colored gem, looped the cord through it and around my wrist three times.

"So you won't forget me," she whispered. I pulled her close, silently promising her that I never would forget her. "I love you, dear brother."

I found myself twisting the small charm around my wrist. The silver of the charm may have been tarnished beyond recognition and the cord may have been slightly frayed in some areas, but it still was in the exact same place from the day I received it. A light knock interrupted my train of thought.

Alice came into the room and sat down beside me on the bed we had in our room. I could tell both from her face and her emotions that she knew what I had been thinking about, and I couldn't hold it back anymore. I openly cried into her shoulder, holding her tightly in my arms like a life raft.

Today was the anniversary of the day that I had finally slipped away from Maria long enough to return home. It was a good distance away from the camp, which was a very good thing. I didn't want the battle between vampires anywhere near Cynthia. I had only decided to go back then because I knew I wouldn't dream of ever hurting my little sister, but I hadn't been expecting what I found.

I looked in through the dark window of my family's living room to see my mother sitting on the couch, sobs of pure anguish ripping through her chest and making my stomach clench at the pain I could feel. My father sat beside her, attempting to comfort her while he himself was crying openly.

"My little girl… Oh, my sweet little girl," mother cried, and I thought that if my heart was beating that it would have stopped. 'What had happened to Cynthia?' I ran into the backyard, where I would often find Cynthia late at night, and I saw the last thing I ever wished to see.

If my sight was not so pristine and perfect, I would probably have thought that the stone resting there was just a new seat mother had place in the garden. But I was able to see the letters etched into the marble, marking the area that was considered as Cynthia's grave.

For the first time in the past few years, I felt as though I had no strength whatsoever as my knees gave out from underneath me. My mind couldn't comprehend what I was seeing before me, not wanting to believe it. Cynthia was dead? It couldn't be. It couldn't!

I suddenly found myself in town, smashing the window of one of the small shops that sold newspapers. I took one and ran off before I could be caught. When I knew I was enough that no one could see me, I began to read the paper, trying to see something that would prove me wrong.

'Today dates the memorial of young Cynthia Whitlock, daughter of Joseph and Elizabeth Whitlock. Miss Cynthia has been declared dead now, two years after her disappearance.

'Some believe that she had left her home in the dead of night in an attempt to find her brother, sergeant Jasper Whitlock, who was said to have died in battle. Miss Cynthia had countless times said that she believed her brother to still be living, even though there was no proof…' I stopped reading at that point, not having the stomach to continue. My sweet, little sister… dead because of me. It was too much for me to take.

It was after that day that I returned to Maria and I closed off my emotions. Every bite and scratch, every ounce of pain that I receive I took as my punishment. I swore that after that day, I would never care some another the way that I had with Cindy.

"It's ok Jazz," Alice said in a soothing manner. I could feel her sorrow for me and that caused me to feel even worse than before. The pain was just too much for me. "I never knew her, but I know your sister wouldn't have wanted you to beat yourself up about this."

It was about six in the morning that I finally calmed down thanks to Alice. After telling her that I needed a little time to myself before school, I headed outside and ran into the woods surrounding the house. I hunted a few deer that lived in the area and then sat in a small patch of grass, twirling a small purple flower I had found. Cindy always loved purple flowers. They were her favorite flowers of all time.

I looked up at the sky, the clouds turning pinks and reds as the sun rose, and I saw my sister's smiling face. I felt myself smiling very faintly, and I closed my eyes as I heard a light whisper on the wind.

"I love you, brother…"

So that's the first chapter of my new story. Sounds like a keeper, or should I dump it and stick to my other stuff? Let me know please!

R&R!

Nancy (aka megamatchmaker)