Author's Note: Hi, this is my first story here on this site. I have written for Fiction Press before, but this is my first true Fan Fiction.
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This story is written from both Jasper and Alice's POV's.
Disclaimer; Of course, I don't own Jasper, Alice, or the Twilight saga. Don't rub it in.

I sighed, trying to make sense of the complicated floor plan on the map the school secretary had given me. The school was so much bigger than my old one, and a lot more complicated, too. The humans around me provided another, much stronger distraction. Though I had hunted only the night before, thirst still burned in the back of my throat. Finding my locker was going to be difficult, much less finding my first class.

I drew my hand back over my carefully spiked pixie-cut black hair, attempting to see through the thick crowds of students blocking my veiw. Even if I knew my way around the school, it would have been nearly impossible to get anywhere; being short definitely had its disadvantages. The fact that the people around me made their hearbeat and the blood coursing through their veins so painfully obvious didn't help me much, either.

Yep, Kingman High was nothing like my old high school had been. That was obvious from the moment that I rounded the corner and got my first full veiw of the school. I'd seen pictures, but never been here in person. My family had moved into town too close to the start of the school year for me to make it to the orientation or even have time to check out the school. Not even drive by it.

The place was all red brick, and pretty old. Trees were everywhere, enveloping it off from the main road. The parking lot was small and oddly shaped, filled with many old, new, beat up, and shiny cars, also filled to the brim with kids of all ages. A series of steps led the way up to two glass doored entrances to the school, both of which gave way to wide halls also filled with students. A sloping brick wall rounded the stairs off from the parking lot, where kids sat, pulling stupid stunts and catching up on their summer adventures.

My old school in Conneticut had been mainly made up of a squat, two story bulding, square parking lot, and little else. It was cold enough there that nobody cared about what the outside of the place looked like, so long as the inside was warm and toasty, not that it mattered much to me. Everything was strictly for practicality- the sloped, unappealing roof was designed to keep snow off it. The generator's hum was audible even from the front of the school. Everything was in the same bulding, so students could avoid going outside for snow at all. Their warm clothing also helped to mask their scent, making them easier to stand in comparison to the lightly dressed people here. The picture was a much diffferent one than this school.

Inside my old school, students had kept to simple laws. Seniors and juniors had rights to everything, while freshman and sophmores were forced into the hall edges to make way for the older students. It was cramped, but simple and direct. Here, everyone was mixed together, any and all lines between classes blurred. I had to fight just to keep from being crushed by the amount of people. Not to menton the fact that here, there were several buldings. I was currently in the main bulding, which held the main office, cafeteria, and most people's lockers. I struggled to keep the venom down my throat, fighting my urge to kill. I had never killed a human, and I certainly did not plan on starting now.

As I shoved lightly through the crowd, careful not to use too much force, I rechecked my schedule. My locker was somewhere on this floor, but I hadn't seen any lockers whatsoever. Taking a leap of faith, I scanned the crowd for a kind face. My eyes fell on a girl only a few inches taller than me. Straight brown hair fell to her shoulders, and she was navigating the halls with ease. Taking a deep breath, I prepared. Though she was about ten feet away, I caught up with her human standard quick pace in just a few strides. As I tapped her on the shoulder, she turned.

"Uh, hello, there," I said, trying to maintain my usual confidence. "My name's Alice, Alice Brandon. I'm new, and I have no clue where my locker is. Care to help?"

The girl looked me up and down. Her expression was shocked, but I couldn't say I blamed her. The yellow eyes were usually enough to make someone do a double take, if the rest of my appearance didn't do it. Her eyes were big and hazel, and there was kindness in them. "Uh…sure, kid. Where's your locker?" Her voice was suprisingly high and soothing, and I sighed in relief, smiling at her. She smiled back.

"Somewhere on this floor, I believe."

"Oh, that'll be just up a ways and to the right, she said, pointing over the heads of the people surrounding us.

"Thanks, uh…" I realized that she hadn't supplied a name.

"Cynthia," the girl said with a smile. "Cynthia Reynolds."

"Thank you so much, Cynthia. You're a lifesaver." I smiled at her before she dissappeared into the crowd.

I sighed, reveling in this meeting. I had been able to control my thirst long enough to find my locker, not mention make a new friend without killing or even hurting them at all, all on my first day. That had to count for something, right?

I struggled to maintain my composure as I walked stiffly through the halls, avoiding the gazes and bodies of the students around me, careful not to brush up against them. It was simple, really. People usually gathered in packs around the History bulding's halls, just too close together. As long as you were able to get between two groups without cutting anyone off from their respective posse, you were golden. These kinds of things were important for someone like me to know. I nearly laughed out loud at how wary I needed to be.

The familiar school felt fresh and new, even though I knew that the most maintenance work done over the summer had been a fresh coat of paint. The scent of new clothing, cologne, and hair products was thick in the air, and proved my only distraction to the delicious human beings that buzzed around me, unsuspecting. Though I had never killed a student from my school in my two years of being here, I still never felt entirely comfortable. I had a feeling that my fellow students weren't too relaxed around me, either.

"JAZZ!" A sickeningly familiar voice rang out, and I groaned before recomposing my face into a ghost of a smile and turning towards the voice.

Maria was running up to me, her rusty red curls bobbing as she weaved through the crowds. She was unatturally tan, wearing too much makeup, and her skirt was just long enough for the dress code. Her deep brown eyes glinted with something- anger? Excitement? I knew I'd find out soon- but I had little time to ponder as she reached me, throwing her slender, orange arms around my waist. I stiffened at her touch, but knew that I would be able to hold my thrist back till lunch, at least.

Months of practice had improved my control.

"Hello, Maria," I said, but my voice was muffled as she burried her head into my chest, my face filling with her hair. I gasped at the scent, struggling as much as I could while careful to stay human and weak, attempting to break away without hurting her, but she held fast. A low growl rumbled in my chest, but I stifled it. I touched her as little as possible, shying away from her grip.

She looked up at me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I was shocked, but not really concerned; Maria was never as giddy as this. She tended to be rather…stoic. Solid, strong, and a bit bitter. But, apparently, the first-day bug had bitten her along with everyone else.

Except me.

"What's your first class?" she asked, sounding rather businesslike. Her arms retracted from my torso. This I could deal with; minimal contact.

"History," I said, knowing that our schedules were nothing alike. Not that I had had anything to do with it, mind you.

Maria's eyes narrowed. She was never happy when she didn't get her way, and often then her bad side showed. As if she has a good side, I thought. "Well, that sucks. Why don't you skip with me?"

"No, Maria," I said. I relied on my classes as a break from her tempting scent. As overdone and annoying as she was, she still was human, still had veins filled with blood. Blood was blood, all the same.

Maria came a little closer to me, and I felt her scent draw nearer. I gulped, hearing the pulse of her blood. Just beneath her skin, so close. Not far. HE skin was thin, and I could see the blood pump through her blue veins, just underneath the delicate veil, so easily shredded…

"What was that?" she asked, her tone menacing. I felt annoyed at her glare. I could kill you so, so easily, I thought.

"I'm not skipping, Maria," I repeated, feeling uneasy at how she looked at me. I knew this wasn't going to turn out well.

"Yes, you are. Either that or I'm going to come into your class and get you myself."

I sighed. "Fine, okay, whatever," I said, giving in. Maria smiled smugly, and venom flowed freely into my mouth at her triumphant expression. With a confident bob of her head, she linked her arm into mine and began to walk towards the doors at the end of the hall. I followed obediently, feeling helplessly devoted to this demon of a girl.

Maria and I had been dating for just over fourth months now, and it had been the longest four months of my extensive vampire existance. Every moment with her was a moment of pain, of the urge to kill, of anger and of annoyance. Maria- pathetic, human, and oh so breakable -was completely ignorant to my vicious temperment. In her world, our relationship was perfect; I was considered to be quite good looking by the girls at Kingman High, and I did anything she said, which made me the perfect arm candy for her. Maria was pretty, I had to say that. Her personality was terrible, but her exterior was enough to make any teenage boy stop in his tracks. I dated Maria simply for the security it gave me. I was mainly a loner, and, by turning away every feminine advance, had people wary of me. Their emotions of disgust and insecurity around me had been too much, and, afraid that they would catch on, I decided to give in and do something to make myself appear more normal.

Bursting through the glass doors and into the courtyard, I looked up to the overcast skies above. Rain was coming in just a few hours, this I was sure of. I was glad, too- it made washing off the blood of my victims even easier. What a morbid thought. The summer had been relatively easy. Even though Maria did her best to get me to be with her during that dreaded, sunny time of the year, I had managed to come up with plenty of excuses for staying indoors.

Maria clung to my side as we headed down the stone stairs to the next building, where the cafeteria was located. Upon entering, I caught a whiff of something peculiar. It was unlike the human scent I was used to; it was something more.

Vampire.

My instinct was to growl, leaping through the crowds, tearing apart and thrashing and throwing things and people until I found this unseen enemy, but I knew that any such action would instantly draw attention to me, which, of course, was the last thing I wanted. My will, however, was not strong enough to prevent me from stopping. My sudden halt jerked Maria backwards, and she glared angrily at me, but I barely noticed. My eyes darted around me, looking for the creature, but I saw nobody with the telltale white skin and yellow eyes that I was looking for.

"Come onnnn, Jazzy!" Maria whined at me, tugging on my arm. Her prescence was annoying enough; now she was interrupting me when my life could very well be at stake. Without thinking much about it, I quickly turned to her.

"Maria, I think I forgot something at my locker. I'll catch up with you later."

"But you're not even going to class," Maria pointed out, pouting. She clung defiantly to my wrist.

"Yeah, uh…I need my wallet."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "We're going somewhere?"

"Yeah," I lied. Anything to get her away.

She wasn't buying it, I could tell by her face. "Where?"

"Umm…."

"Look, Jasper. You can make this easy, or you can make this hard. Either way, I'm not letting you leave my sights."

I scowled, tearing my arm from her grasp. Her emotions were radiant, first terrified, then furious. With pathetic human force, she attempted to grab my arm again, but I stood still.

"So you're going to make this difficult?"

I grimaced, not offering her a response.

"Fine," she said, and I noticed that her emotions had changed in the past few seconds. She was terribly angry. Suddenly, and without warning, she burst into tears. Loud, wet, sloppy sobs. Outlandish, obnoxious, and very, very Maria. "Jasper!" she wailed, and people around me all stopped to look. I was taken aback, but mostly disguted. It took a matter of seconds for me to realize what was happening.

"How could you do this? How? Why? I thought you loved me," she said, crocodile tears dripping down her face, running her mascara and streaking her foundation. "Am I not good enough? Do you need someone else?!"

"Maria?" A voice rang out, and I turned to see two girls dart forward, pushing through the crowd. One had straight blonde hair, the other, dusty brown waves. I recognized them as Ebony and Thalia, two of Cynthia's best friends. Ebony grabbed Maria's shoulder, getting between her and me. "What's going on?"

"He…Jasper…I…he…" She choked out before giving up, shaking her head as her piercing wail tore through the corridor. Now everyone in the hall was watching the fake spectacle.

"What. Did. You. Do?" Hissed ebony through gritted teeth, her green eyes firey as waves of hatred flowed off her.

"Nothing," I snapped, and quickly brushed past her and through the crowd, knocking people out of my way. Away from the mass, I felt more at ease. The scent of human blood thinned, and I could think more clearly now about my enemy. Even with what had just happened, an event that I knew I would pay dearly for later, I could focus on nothing else.

And then, I saw her.

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