Disclaimer: Anything you recognise belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I, unfortunately, am not her.

A/N: This is set before Jasper meets Alice, during WW1. That's why they're in the trenches and killing Germans. No offense intended to anybody, I promise.

The idea goes to VioletCara, who requested that I started this… and I hope she reviews and tells me she likes this?!?! If not, it will be removed haha!

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I ducked into the shell-hole as the flare glistened in the night sky, lighting the area around us for miles. I wasn't alone. Someone was crouched in the knee-deep mud beside me, riding out the storm.

"Jasper?" I hissed, letting my voice turn feminine again.

"Hullo?" A curious voice groaned and I looked closer. He was young, not much older than me, pale, like one of us, but clearly human. His hair was blackened by the thick mud he had fallen in and his face was stained by tears. I touched his cheek gently to see if it was blood soaking his skin. I swallowed slightly as I realised it was.

"Name?" I questioned softly, withdrawing my hand almost immediately.

"Private James Green." He replied, sounding in a lot of pain.

"Wo war sie?" I froze for a second and slammed my hand over his lips, stifling a groan as the voices spoke less than five feet above us. "Ich habe sie nicht -." The voices dropped away with a pair of shots, loud in the night, and two loud groans made my evening.

Jasper and I could feed tonight.

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I pulled myself from the hole as the light flare faded. Green held his hand out to me, a silent plea for help, and I pulled him up the bank, trying to help him into the open. He stumbled, tripping over the German bodies as he staggered to his feet, and I helped him limp back over the side of our trench.

"Halt. Who goes there?" I groaned inwardly. Bloody brother

"Jasper, it's me."

"Declare Yourself." He demanded, and I realised there was someone with him.

"Private Emmet Whitlock." I stuttered, thanking the fact that the real Emmet was in no fit state to argue with that. "Third battalion-" There was a long pause and light flashed up into my face for a second. Jasper was on the other end of the lamp, smiling up at me.

"Human?" He hissed. "What's he-"

"He's injured." I cut in almost immediately, and his shoulders dropped. He thought we could feed on him.

"Oh, well, pass the boy down, Ruth, and we can be done with him."

"Shh!" I hissed, jumping down into the trench, making slightly less noise than a panther. "Don't speak so loud… nobody knows, remember?" My brother shot me a look and rolled his eyes. "Oh, be quiet you fool." there was a loud crack of gunfire as I spoke, about half a mile down the trench.

"Rifles." Jasper hissed and threw me the gun I had left resting on the firestep half an hour before. "They were trying to get through the wire a half hour ago." There was a longer pause and he looked at me. "You sure about the kid?"

"He's only what… nineteen?" I retorted. "He's doing his bit. There are a couple of Jerrys up there we can take when we're done here." He nodded and looked at the boy sitting on the duckboards, cradling his arm and whimpering quietly.

"Do something about him, will you?" He hissed. "You're a woman-"

I handed him my rifle and went to crouch down beside James. I was suddenly hyper-aware that I was the only woman in miles. The only person who had an urge to let their hair down from their cap, and the only person who didn't have to stand to use the lavatory. Emmet Whitlock was an alias for me, Ruth Annabel Jackson. I was using my brother's name - Emmet had died months ago of consumption, and I had been in the same boat, then this boy, Jasper Whitlock, had found me in the hospital, and changed me into this… creature. I had become his adoptive sister almost immediately, but within two months, I had become his adoptive brother, forced to conceal my identity to join the war effort. I was practically indestructible as long as I drank from a human every couple of weeks. That was where war was fantastic. There was a fresh supply of bodies every night, and as Jasper and I could move silently through the darkness, we could hunt the enemy without difficulty.

"James?" He looked up at me and stared blankly into my eyes. I removed my cap, letting my hair fall down my back. There were no lice in my clothes or my hair like there were with the other soldiers; there were none in Jasper's. We were cold. We weren't attractive to the little bleeders. James looked startled to see a woman in uniform. I touched his cheek gently, ignoring the sweet stench of his blood.

"James." He repeated with a curt nod, as though he was introducing himself at a dinner party

"My name is Ruth." I let my hand trail down his arm and he looked at me again, closing his eyes. "You can't tell anyone I'm a woman, alright?"

He swallowed and nodded, jolting back into the real world as Jasper let off a shot and scrambled up and over the parapet. He reappeared a minute later, dragging a body with him.

"For you." He hissed, shoving them at me. I smelled the raw blood and went blind for a second, sinking my teeth into the neck of the Unknown Soldier.

It tasted sublime. The heated, dying blood sunk through my lips, down my throat. Sublime. There was nothing like it in the world, it was incredible, how the blood sunk through my body and the thirst for anything and everything that had burned at the back of my throat since my last drink just disappeared.

"Y-you killed him?!" I blinked twice and looked at James, wiping my mouth, getting rid of the blood. He was shaking as he stared at me, I smiled lightly and he scrambled back slightly.

"Didn't kill him, exactly," I said, still on a blood-high, "Just accelerated the process." He shook in his seat, looking at the duckboards, the water beneath them rippling as Jasper returned with a dead Jerry in his arms.

He was still feeding.

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A/N

'Emmet Whitlock' is no relation to the Emmet in the books, he was Ruth Jackson's brother, who died of consumption before the war. She took on his identity to fight in the war.

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