So femslash alert. Incase you hadn't realised it already. c:

Jasper's mate comes from a story of mine called "For the First Real Time.", shes called Catharin. Shes pretty much as old as Jasper, their story will be explained when Emilie figures it all out. Well thats if the story is received well and is continued.


I think I was maybe five years old when my mother moved us out of Denali, Alaska. At the time I had no idea why she'd want to do that but looking back on it, it was because my father died there. I was an adventurous child, I liked climbing and running around with no shoes on.

It was also in Denali in the spring of 1992 in the national park, that I stumbled onto something I just didn't grasp. I wouldn't grasp it until 13 years later at the time of my own death. 18 years never seemed like such a short time to me until it was all over. Then it felt like my time had been stolen from me.

I was literally following a butterfly as cliché as it sounds. I followed it all the way away from my mom and dad to a quiet area of the woods, all the big trees dwarfed me but the bugs crawling on their mangled bark enticed me. I left the butterfly to look at an army of ants marching up one tree in specific when I heard something crack.

I looked behind me to see a woman with short black hair. She was frozen as she stared blankly at me and I stared back at her. She was pale and glittery in the sunshine. I wanted to touch her. Her hair looked soft.

"Hi." She smiled at me. I tilted my head, wondering how to go about being allowed to touch her. My mother always told me to ask first but she wasn't here for me to ask her.

"Whats your name?" I asked curiously as I skipped towards her. I felt like knowing her name would be the first step to getting her permission.

"Mary Alice." She had a pretty voice. It sounded like the wind chimes my mommy hung up in the yard.

"I'm Emi." I grinned. My name was still a little bit of a mouth full for me so I'd cut it down to the first syllable. That just sort of stuck around as a nickname years later.

"I know. Do you know where your mother is, Emilie?" She crouched down to my height, still a few feet away from me. I shook my head feeling a little silly that she knew my name already.

"You have pretty skin, Miss Mary." I added shyly. I was going to lead up to the touching.

"Thank you. You can call me Alice, Emilie." She giggled as she put her head on her hands. She was still balanced on her heels. I couldn't do that very well, sometimes I'd lean too far back and fall backwards.

"Can..I touch it?" I asked slowly, tilting my head. I was almost nervous as she seemed to think for a second. She nodded. I took a few steps closer to her and reached a hand out, giggling at how cold she was. It didn't feel like glitter like I thought it would, instead it was smooth and hard.

"Your mom's going to be a little worried. How about we get you back to her, okay?" She asked softly, wrapping her hands around my torso.

"Okay." I nodded as she picked me up. She held me pretty close as we walked through the forest back where I'd come from. I didn't pay any attention to it all. I was playing with her hair the entire time. Even these days when I think back on it, it was a miracle I hadn't been kidnapped with how many times absolute strangers would pick me up and take me back to my parents.

"Alright now promise me that you'll try to stop disappearing from mom's sight, okay?" She said. I nodded and just like that she disappeared leaving me with nothing more than a foggy memory that would wake me up during a random night. My mom was mad, of course.

Then in the same year, my dad was murdered. I don't remember his face anymore. I knew he had blue eyes because my mother always told me I had his eyes but that was all. He was a brunette, 29 years old and torn apart in the same national park that winter. The funeral wasn't something I remembered either. I do know that his death had my mom quitting her job as a high school math teacher and moved us out to Nevada.

She stayed in the education field, working her way up to assistant principle and finally principle. Now she was taking a position in some tiny town school in Washington. We'd just moved, still living out of boxes in fact.

"Why are we here again?" I raised a brow as she dug through a box for a frying pan. We were doing the whole breakfast for dinner thing because boxed pancake mix that only needed water meant we could put off the trip to the grocery store.

"Because Allison asked me to take over her position in the high school." Mom sighed, her voice echoed in the empty kitchen.

"Yeah but why did you have to take it?" I asked. She popped out of the box giving me a dirty look.

"Shes been a good friend to us, Emilie. She was there for us." She emphasized as she set the frying pan down on the creaky stove. I knew she was referencing dad's death again. Out of the two of us, I definitely healed from it.

I went quiet after that, watching her flip pancakes and set them on a newly cleaned counter. She was sensitive about the subject, especially now since she was tired as hell. We'd driven nearly a day to get to this tiny house. The paint was cracking and the windows weren't sealed well. I could hear all the sounds of the road near us and the wind blowing.

My room was supposed to be an office but I'd stuck a sleeping bag on the floor and claimed it as mine. She quickly took the only actual bedroom, which sort of sucked but we were just renting the house. We owned one in Nevada but was in the process of renting it out while I most likely finished out high school here.

I wasn't happy about leaving Nevada. Not whatsoever. I honestly couldn't care less about Allison retiring and asking my mother to come in for her. I knew in part it was because my mom was fizzling out in a crowded high school with low funds in Las Vegas. That made me feel a little guilty but otherwise I was just pissed off that I'd be stuck out here with no car and no friends.


"Okay. Here we go. Its a new day, Em!" Mom halfheartedly clapped her hands together as we sat in an empty parking lot. I raised a brow at her as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Barely. Its more like the last half of yesterday." I sighed, looking out the window at the sky beginning to light up. I had to go early with her because of a lack of car and she had to get here early because of the whole principle thing.

"Emilie. Enough. This is the way things are and that's that." She spoke with finality as she turned off the car. I didn't say anything in response instead popping my seat belt out of it's holster, letting it roll back up to the side of the car. Popping open the door, I turned and slid out of the car with my bag. Mom was already ahead of me, locking the door right as I shut it from a few feet away. Her heel's clicked against the pavement while my flats hit it silently.

I floated around the school after the secretary gave me my locker combo and all. It was creepy how quiet schools were without all the kids in them at one time. Like a bad horror flick. I tried opening the locked doors until I came to the cafeteria. There was no one but the lunch ladies who glanced at me for a quick second before continuing to prep for teenagers running through later in the day.

I stayed here for a good hour or two, staring blankly at the windows and flags on three sides of the cafeteria. God, this was boring. I searched through my bag and pulled out a crumbled bit of granola bar and a crumbled book. I looked at it for a second before shrugging and eating the granola and opening up the book. Gave me something to do.

I saw students walking by the doors and thought about getting up before the doors opened and groups came in, grabbing a snack before school officially started. A black-haired girl popped into the cafeteria catching my eye before going into the short food line. I looked away from her back to focus back on my book. She was close to five feet tall with choppy black hair that sort of stuck out in all directions. It was really just how pale she was that caught my eye.

I looked up again when another girl just as pale as the other came in. This one was maybe a foot taller with pale blonde hair that reached her hips, straight as a pin. She was followed by a taller man with honey blonde hair who glanced at me.

I could see dark purple shadows under his eyes as he practically glowered at me. They all seemed to have the same pale skin and a weird brownish looking eye colour. I watched the blonde girl hug the other one then pull him back out of the cafeteria. I didn't like him and I feel like he wasn't that fond of me either. I went glanced at my phone for the time. I knew I had to be in Art at 8 and it was around 7:45 now. God I'd been here for two hours. Was it going to be this boring always?

"Hi." A silvery voice greeted me. I looked up from my phone to see the black-haired girl. She was grinning at me with pearly white teeth that would have disappeared into her skin if she wasn't wearing a dark red lipstick as well. She waved with a green apple in her hand.

"Hey." I nodded to her. I felt a little awkward for staring at her because now she was talking to me. Usually the people I stared at from afar didn't sit down with me after.

"Its lovely to meet you. I'm Alice." She introduced herself. I opened my mouth to do the same but she sort of just continued talking. The name reminded me of the woman years ago but it was outright impossible for this to be the same woman. She would have had to age 12 years and this girl barely looked a day over 19.

"What are you reading, Emilie?" She asked curiously as she tilted my book slightly to see the title, her fingers brushed against mine. It sent shivers up my arm and down to my toes, shivers that were from more than the fact her hands felt like ice. I blinked a few times before realizing what she'd actually said. I looked down at the book. I think it was a school book honestly, I'd just been staring blankly at the title page for the past half hour. Oh. Hey. She already knew my name.

"How do you know I'm an Emilie?" I raised a brow as my words came out in an odd fashion. I was distracted by her eyes. They weren't brown, instead it looked like a dark amber. It was pretty, the colour suited her. She paused for a second, looking a bit worried.

"Oh! Uh. Well its not that big of school and we all knew there was a new Principle coming in and you're the only person I didn't recognise. Soo..." She took in a breath as I began to nod.

"So you knew it had to be me. I get it." I deduced. She shut her mouth, nodding with a small smile. I think I liked that one more than the toothy grin of chills.

"Do you like reading history books a lot? You strike me as a fantasy kinda gal." She asked softly, putting her hands under her chin. She looked genuinely interested in the answer which threw me off. Generally the first girl to greet a new person was the shallow friendly one that showed you around to everyone. Then you made actual friends.

"Yeah, well no. Actually. I like crap like Lord of the Rings and stuff. Its nerdy, I know. " I pursed my lips as I nodded. I give her a small smile in return for hers. The beauty may have had me tripping over my words just a little bit.

"Its not crap, its wonderful that you have things you enjoy." She admonished lightly, smiling still.

"Oh. Well, I guess so. Do you like fantasy stuff?" I asked, directing the conversation to her.

"I do. My brothers and I like to watch the movies sometimes, but my real passion is fashion. Creating, wearing, critiquing. All of it!" She explained. I nodded slowly, fashion was alright. I mean I wasn't a fashionista or anything but I felt like I dressed well for a teenager.

"Cool." I nodded, replying with a bit of awkwardness. She was cheerful and spoke quickly with energy I didn't think was possible at this hour, she was also a little bit prettier than I was used to thinking of girls as. We went into a bout of silence as she smiled at me and I looked around the room. She seemed to be perfectly happy to be sitting in silence.

"Can I walk you to Art?" She stood right before the bell rang. I paused for a second, wondering how she knew I even had Art before I looked at the table and saw my little sheet of paper. It was supposed to be signed by the teachers in my classes going down the line to make sure they had enough books and space for me.

"That would be awesome actually." I nodded gratefully as I grabbed the slip of paper. It was a small school but I didn't know where anything was. Probably should have mapped it out when I was just sitting here for the two hours. Oops. I was awful at planning ahead.