I know this has probably been done like a million times, but I thought what the heck, why not…I might as well take a stab at it. This will make more sense if you have read Midnight Sun, but if you haven't it won't really matter that much…..I love Jasper and I find him quite fascinating, and I hope that this brings out more of his character…. Please review….I have like no life ( as I am constantly reminded of this by the people that I live with….but I know deep down inside that they love me) and reviews would seriously make my day J

I do not own Twilight…although secretly I own Jasper…. He lives in my closet…wait that is kind of creepy…

Chapter 1

It was driving me insane. The sweet sent of her blood, the burning sensation in my throat, the sound of her heart beating in her chest. She was calling to me, and my body was begging for me to answer that call. I could see myself standing behind her, slowly leaning down as I stink my teeth into her delicate throat. The thought of feeling her warm blood trickle from her body and into my mouth was intoxicating…then someone kicked my chair and I suddenly came back to reality. I knew it had been Edward, and I looked up at him for a moment and then stared down at my hands, which I was now wringing together. I felt ashamed. I knew that I should have better control, like the rest of my "family", but it was quite hard for me. Especially since I have not hunted in over two weeks.

" Sorry,' I mumble. But being sorry doesn't seem good enough. They had all graciously allowed me to stay with them and here I was threatening exposure .

" You weren't going to do anything," Alice whispered softly to me. " I could see that."

I sighed. She felt sorry for me, I could sense it. She felt sorry enough to lie, and just let her.

" It helps a little if you think of them as human." Her voice had a musical quality to it. Something that, on usual terms when I was not miserable, made me smile. " Her name is Whitney. She has a baby sister she adores. Her mother invited Esme to that garden party, do you remember?"

I growled. " I know who she is." I turned away from them and stared out the window. I wasn't mad at Alice, although at the moment I wasn't in the mood for her encouragement. I was mad at myself. I knew that I would have to hunt tonight. I could not allow the monster inside of me a chance to take over again.

Alice sighed and silently got up, taking her tray of food with her. She knew that I loved her dearly, but she also knew that this was something I wanted to deal with on my own. Although we are not as…open…about our relationship as Emmett and Rosalie, we have this connection. It is like we know each others moods as well as our own. Although our "gifts" might have something to do with that.

The sound of Rosalie's voice asking if we were ready to go shocked me. Was I really that out of it that I hadn't noticed the time go by. That I hadn't even noticed that Edward had been also off in his own world, probably listening to some stupid high school girl swoon one of the handsome Cullen boys.

" So, is this new one afraid of us yet?" Emmett asked.

New one? I thought. Then I looked at the direction in which Edward had been starting. Ah, yes, Chief Swan's daughter. I had almost forgotten about her. Why would Emmett, or Edward for that matter, be interested in her?

Edward just shrugged, but I could tell that something was bothering him. I let it slide. Whatever it was, he would tells if it was important.

I got up and followed Rose and Emmett to English. Oh goodie, time for English I thought sarcastically. It wasn't that I didn't like English. In fact I love literature, partially a novel called "North and South" by a man called John Jakes, a story about two families living during the civil war. I liked to look at all the aspects about this crucial part in American history, even if they were fictional . And although it sometimes pained me, I often find my self wondering how my life would have turned out if I had not met Maria, Nettie and Lucy. But we don't read books about the civil war in English. And when we talk about it in History, most of the time the teacher is not that accurate. I laughed to my self as I remember the time that Mr. Nikkel had told us that at age 24, Francis J Herron was the youngest man ever to become a major during the civil war. I had instinctively told him he was wrong. He did not apprentice that.

English was actually interesting, which was unexpected. We were studying "Lord of the Flies", a novel I found quite amusing. The class was debating about morality, about what drove these boys - and men in general- to do horrible things to each other.

"I could teach them a lesson or two about morality," I muttered under breath so that only Emmett, who was sitting behind me, could hear. He laughed.

" You find the fact that the mob killed Simon funny, Mr. Cullen?" Mrs. Bowers asked. Clearly she was not amused as we were. Rosalie turned back and looked at us too. She was not amused either.

Emmett cleared his throat " Uh…no m'am."

She gave him one more stern glance and then continued talking.

I chuckled. It was good to have a laugh, practically since I had been moody all day.

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We were all already sitting in the Volvo when Edward arrived. He looked like he was having trouble breathing, which of course doesn't make much sense since we technically don't need to breathe.

" Edward?" Alice asked. She felt nervous, and that was making me nervous.

He just shook his head. Something really must be wrong if he didn't want to tell Alice.

" What the hell happened to you?" Emmett demanded. He was a little bit uptight because I was not in the mood to have a rematch in wrestling.

Instead of answering, Edward threw his car in reverse and speed out the parking lot.

I , along with Emmett and Rosalie, looked at Alice. But she just shrugged.

" You're leaving?" she whispered. It was more of a realization then a question. She just wanted to make sure that this was something Edward really wanted to do.

We all turned our attention on him now.

" Am I?" he hissed through his teeth. There was a pause as they shared a "secret message".

"Oh," she replied.

Oh, I thought impatiently. That was all she could give us?

" Oh," she said again.

" Stop!" Edward groaned all of the sudden. Obviously whatever Alice had seen troubled him deeply.

" Sorry," she whispered.

" I'll miss you," she said after a moment of silence. " No matter how short a time you're gone."

Emmett and Rosalie exchanged nervous glances.

We now were almost at the turn off to our long driveway.

" Drop us here," Alice instructed. " You should tell Carlisle yourself."

He nodded and the car stopped. I got out in silence. I knew that Alice would tell me what was happening. Even if I had to bribe it out of her, by the end of the day I would know what was up with Edward.

She touched his shoulder and whispered. " You will do the right thing. She's Charlie Swan's only family. It would kill him too."

" Yes." he replied. I could sense his anxiety. There was something about that girl, but what, I did not know. If it were simply the fact that he wanted to drink her blood, he would have told all of us, instead of having a one-on-one with Alice. No, there was something definitely up. And as we turned towards the forest and started to walk home, the sound of Edward's Volvo accelerating down the road in the distant , I knew that whatever his problem was, it would soon be all of our problem. And that thought bothered me more then anything.

Francis J Herron was actually the youngest captain, but whatever, it's not like anyone is going to actually know that ( I looked up the name on the internet ) and if you did know that, don't take it out on people who are not up to date with their American History, I am Canadian give me a break…lol. North and South is actually an amazing series. It was made into a made-for-tv-movie and Patrick Swayze plays the main character. It is like one of my favourite series….oh now I am rambling…..

I hoped you liked this chapter. I will try to update as soon as possible, but now that I am in university I actually have to study now and then. Not that I did not study in high school…but it was just easier to wing a test then , as compared to now.

As I mentioned on top… I am an eighteen year old with no life….review and it will make me HAPPY…