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Maddie and Jasper Hale

Killed in Accident

Maddie and Jasper Hale, newlyweds who are eighteen and nineteen years of age, were on their way home from a secluded island where they'd been honeymooning for the past few weeks, when something in the engine failed, sending their private jet crashing down into a valley in Northern California. Unfortunetly, the couple was killed instantly in the crash. Maddie leaves behind her mother, Anabelle Moore, her father, the Forks chief of police, James Moore, younger sister, thirteen, Margaret "Molly" Moore, and her two older brothers, both twenty, Brett and Jason Moore, along with her sisters-in-law, Rosalie and Bella Hale, who she simply listed as her sisters on her Facebook page, prior to her demise. Jasper, adopted, leaves behind his adoptive parents, Dr. Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen, adoptive siblings, Edward and Emmett Cullen, along with real sisters, Bella and Rosalie Hale. They will be buried behind Cullen manor next Sunday. Friends and family are encouraged to attend.

I sighed, looking at the article that was mailed out to us by Esme and hung in a frame by Jasper on the wall of our new home's living room. We had moved to Jasper's childhood home, which I managed to find. It was hard, but through the few old, torn pictures that Jasper had somehow saved from almost two hundred years prior, Rosalie and I came across Jasper's childhood home. He had lived in a mansion that was hidden by a forest on a mountain in Houston, Texas, which was way larger than any home I had ever lived in, from the memories I still had as a human. It cost us a large amount, around one and a half million dollars, but to see the look of recognition and excitement on Jasper's face when we drove up the driveway, past the purple and white flowers that lined the driveway, it made it all worth it. The forest that surrounded the home was a place that many animals called home, so we didn't have to worry about our thirst. I smiled as I looked at the article next to the one about our death.

Madison Moore and Jasper Hale

Engaged!

Madison Moore moved to Forks when her father, James Moore, was offered the job of our new chief of police after the late Chief Simon was killed in a warehouse accident. On her first day of school, as a senior, she met many people, but it was one person in particular that she had her eyes on, Jasper Hale, the adopted son of Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Apparently, he had enjoyed her too, because, after dating for almost the entire school year, they are now engaged to be married! In the picture below, which was submitted by Maddie's mother, Anabelle Moore, you see both families, along with the couple, gathered for a group picture, at the engagement party. They plan on a quick engagement, with their wedding in a few weeks. Jasper's sisters, along with adoptive mother, Rosalie Hale, Bella Hale, and Esme Hale, will design Maddie's dress according to Maddie's preferences. The wedding will be held at the Cullen mansion, and invitations are being mailed today, so expect your invitation tomorrow or the next day!

I laughed. Everyone was just so excited for our wedding, especially Alice, who came back into town for the wedding. I felt someone slip their arms around my tiny waist, and since I was no longer a newborn, I didn't freak out, knowing it was simply my mate. I turned and smiled at Jasper. With another laugh, I spoke, my voice now beautiful and crystal clear, "Hello sweetheart."

"Angel," he murmured into my hair.

I giggled, as our twins ran into the room. "Mommy! Daddy!"

Allie jumped into my arms while McKenna ran straight to her daddy. I laughed and twirled Allie around. She looked at me, before speaking, "Mommy, I'm hungry!"

"Do you want human food or animal blood?" I laughed.

She rolled her eyes. "Duh, Mommy! Blood!"

"I'm sorry that I didn't know blood was the newest, like, 5 year old food of the year." I smiled, as they ran to get changed to go hunting. Once they left, I walked over to my mate and wrapped my arms around him, planting a light kiss on his jaw. He rubbed my back through my green v-neck sweater.

"You're so good to them," he spoke, huskily, into my neck.

I nodded. "Well, just like you, they're all mine."

He sniffed my hair. "We're so lucky. This has to be a fairytale. Has to be."

I laughed. "It is a fairytale."

And in fact it was. What teenage girl is granted love, family, and immortality, at the age of eighteen? Not many. Life was exactly a fairytale.