Disclaimer – I own none of the recognized characters from the Twilight series. Stephanie Meyer does (lucky bitch). I do however own the original characters and the plot line (it was a dream I had).

No criminal infringement intended.

Beta'd by Nikki_Chaos (who happens to be my cousin and who this story is for. Love you darling)


When I first saw him I knew I was in trouble, his amber eyes bore into my brown eyes and made me feel a whole cocktail of emotions ranging from fear, loneliness, remorse, safety and acceptance. Though I will confess it was upon my second meeting with him that arose those emotions to run rampant under my skin. As the first time we met I was no more then a little girl of three years old. I had been taking a walk with my mother when we were dragged into an alleyway by a tall man with red eyes. The minute he had become distracted by my mother I ran and hid behind a dumpster covering my ears in feeble attempt to block out my mothers screams.

Nothing worked, each scream seemed to grow louder and louder and I questioned why no one out on the street came to see what the problem was. After the evil man had finished with my mother he came looking for me, finding me behind the dumpster with tears in my eyes. He smirked a smirk which to this day still causes the blood in my veins to run cold and grabbed me by the arm lifting me to his height, I don't remember much apart from his teeth sinking into my right shoulder, and then a burning which caused a scream to ring out from my tiny mouth.

The man dropped me like a rag doll onto the floor where I curled up as the burning seeped through my body causing an inferno to alight. I still remember the moments when someone finally came and freed me from hell.

"Oh my god, she is no more then a little girl" A voice says above me

"We need to get the venom out of her system"

"Jasper no"

"Leave"

I feel my body being picked up and open my eyes to see a blonde male stood above me, his amber eyes boring into mine.

"It's going to be okay little one, I will get rid of your pain"

I nod feebly biting my lip to contain my screams as he lowers his mouth to shoulder.

I don't remember much else as I woke up in the hospital with a woman sitting next to me explaining that my mum was in heaven and I was due to have a new mommy, yeah she was a bitch about it. I never saw the man again who I named my angel, the only reminder I have that the night actually happened is a bite on my shoulder which is cold to the touch and the nightmares that plague me any time I feel down or go to sleep stressed.

I never met him again till I was thirteen, I was with a foster family down in Missoula, Montana, a newish placement seeing as I had gotten into a fight with another child at my old foster house. I was walking through the park on my way home from school, the cold wind whipping around me making me feel as though a thousand knives were penetrating my skin. As I was walking it started to rain which caused irritation to flow through me as I wrapped my coat around my frail body tighter. As I walked I watched as people around me ran for cover from the rain, all but three people. They sat on a bench some distance away from me, their backs towards me and their blonde hair sticking to their heads as it became wet the rain.

I ignored them as I walked past the bench they were sitting on, I felt their eyes on me and shivered, I sigh softly before turning around to squash the curiosity running through my veins on who they are. My eyes land on a pair of amber eyes and I felt myself freeze in place, my mouth dropping open as I continue to stare. And as I said the cocktail of emotions ran through me as I tried to read the look he was giving me.

He stood from the bench and walked over to the spot where I was currently rooted to, a soft smile on his face and I found myself returning it as a sense of peace washed over me.

"I won't hurt you little one"

Recognition flashes before me of his voice and the name he calls me, I look up into his eyes and feel another small smile gracing my lips.

"You didn't last time" I reply timidly

"That is true" he nods

I look behind him at the other two, to see a male and a female, their eyes downcast as though their shoes were rather interesting. I tilt my head to the side in confusion but in a split second of the male looking up and his red eyes meeting mine I feel fear grip me harder then before and I find myself running home, not once looking back.

Over the next couple of days I always saw him sat at the bench in the park, sometimes with the couple with the red eyes, sometimes on his own. Each time I see him a urge rises within to speak to him and find out more about him, and find out why he saved me when I was a little girl. But each time I tried, I would find myself backing out and running away.

That routine ran for three months until one day I finally walked over to him, a soft smile lights up his face as I come to a stop in front of him.

"No backing out today" he laughs

"No, not today" I shrug

He smiles and extends his hand, I went against my judgement and placed my small hand inside his and allowed him to lead me on a walk, I found his name was Jasper, a name I remembered from my memory of him and that the two people with red eyes that were with him were Charlotte and Peter, two friends of his. I apologized profusely for my actions towards them but he reassured me that they understood and were in no way affected.

We continued talking till we reached my house and each time he bed me farewell, and each time he did I felt something inside me stir, something that made me want to reach out and beg him to stay. But I never did, for the months we talked as he walked me home I never once begged him to stay, I couldn't after all I was nothing more then a thirteen year old girl.

After Christmas and near my fourteenth birthday I finally worked up the courage to get to know Peter and Charlotte and I kicked myself for not knowing them sooner, as they were a lot of fun. When my foster mother was working later and later I would go over to their house and Charlotte would cook for me, whilst Jasper and Peter helped me with my homework and then we would all settle down and do something fun. Peter always made me laugh when I felt down and Charlotte was always there when I needed to cry, yet Jasper was my rock, my best friend.

I couple of months after my fourteenth birthday my foster mother was killed and I was once again being forced to move to a new foster home, the day I told Peter, Charlotte and Jasper was bittersweet. I felt as though I was leaving part of me behind. Many tears were shed that day and many of promises were made. Mostly from them to me that I would see them again, and I hoped with everything in me that it was the truth. When I was leaving Jasper had dropped a box into my school bag, as I looked at him waiting for an explanation, he just shook his head. I nodded and hugged them all again before walking outside and climbing in my care workers car. I watched out the window as we drove away until they were nothing more then blurry blobs before I grabbed my bag and opened it up grabbing the small box.

I opened it up and tears welled in my eyes as I looked at the gold bracelet inside, the small lock and key charms making it that much more beautiful. From that day on I wore it on my right wrist never taking it off, and I knew that if I wore that I was holding onto a little piece of them. Something that went along with my memories of them, their smiling faces, the way they all laughed every time I would yawn during a conversation, or when my clumsiness got the best of me and I would fall over fresh air.

I was placed with rich family after that day and it was strange to say the least, but at the same time I loved them, they were the parents I would have asked for if I had a choice. They never pushed me to make decisions and they always asked me when they wanted to buy me something. Even though I had rings on most of my fingers and a watch on my left wrist that cost more then normal watches I only ever really loved on piece of jewellery and that was my bracelet.

But anyway I am changing the subject, David my father was a teddy bear, he would come home, do his work, sit down with me and Marie, my mum and then he would help me with any homework I hadn't finished and then we'd settle down as a family, well on the days I wasn't out with my friends. And by the night I would be curled up a sleep in his arms.

On my sixteenth birthday they officially adopted me and I no longer had to live through the hell of changing foster families every time something went wrong, I finally felt accepted. I was no longer I poor little orphan girl who had to witness her natural mother being killed, instead as I was an adopted daughter, who voiced her opinions and never lowered herself to anyone.

Which leads me to now, I am currently eighteen years old. I had just completed high school and was currently planning colleges, as of tomorrow we would be living in Missoula, Montana. The mere thought makes butterflies erupt in my stomach as not only would we be going to my father's birth town but we would also be returning to the town that held so many memories for me.

I finish packing up my room and carry the last box down the stairs handing it to my dad who walks out and places it inside the one of four u-haul vans that are currently inside our driveway. Seeing as I graduated from high school a couple of months earlier then my peers I knew I had a lot of time to wait and get ready for College of University, my mind still undecided on where I wanted to go.

"You okay baby girl" my dad asks breaking me from my train of thoughts

"I'm fine dad"

He smiles and hugs me gently before grabbing his car keys

"Come on girls"

I grab my bag from the floor and check to make sure it houses my book and i-pod before walking out of the old house and climb inside my fathers car. I grab my i-pod and plug it in allowing the sounds of Good Charlotte to float into my ears. A smile graces my lips as I remember my life and where It lead me to and all to soon I find myself reaching up and running my fingers over the scar that adorns my shoulder.

"I'm going home" I whisper to no one as my parents climb inside the car, their excitement about the move buzzing in the air.

I sigh and open my book and begin reading as my dad starts the car and begins the journey to our new home. What possessed my father to drive there I will never know but I am grateful for it as I get time to think and catch up with my family before becoming a teenager again and filling my life with college and friends.

But if only that was all my life was going to be filled with. My name is Nicole Marie Snow and this is my story on how I met Jasper for the third time and was thrown head first into a world filled with secrets, lies, love and the supernatural.

Sounds kind of poetic doesn't it.


So what do you think for my first go at a fanfic?

The link to Nikki's bracelet is on my profile if you want to check it out.