This is kind of a spin off of the burn that cover his skin, except I re-did the burns that cover his skin and this is a spin off from that. Its basically like a spin off of a spin off.

I know its horrible.

Oh by the way, this isn't a story about religion. I don't even follow the same religion as him. I know this chapter could be looked at that way. but its not.

I don't own twilight, Stephanie Meyer does. Maha

I thought about Jasper and I wanted to hold him and never let go. I can't even imagine everything he's been through. I looked at the stars and made a wish. I wish I could be there for him all those times he needed me.

I opened my eyes and I was on the floor. It was a dirt path. I was surrounded by old buildings. A boy approached me. He was maybe 12 years old. His blood smelled heavenly. He had blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. He looked to be about 5' had greasy hair and oily skin, he had acne on his forehead and cheeks.

"ma'am, are you okay?" He asked. He had a southern accent and a very high pitched voice, for a boy at least.

"Yeah, I'm fine.I'm just lost, since I'm from out of town." I told him. I stood up and brushed the dirt off of the dress. I wasn't wearing what I put on this morning it was an old fashioned dress, very old fashioned.

"I can tell by your voice. Are you heading towards the church, since its very hard to find around here and its Sunday. What's your name by the way?" He said.

"Yes I was. Could you direct me towards the church? I'm Alice, what's your name?" I asked. I decided to just go with what he suggested since I had no idea where I was.

"I'm heading to church, so we might as well walk together ma'am. My name is Jasper Whitlock." He told me. Did wished made on stars actually come true?

He started walking on the dirt path.

"Where are you from ma'am?" He asked me. What should I reply?

"Mississippi." I told him.

"You walked from mississippi?" He sounded really shocked.

"Yes. I don't even know where I am. I am so lost." I told him

"Were in Houston Texas. Do you know today's date?" He asked me.

"No." I answered him.

"October 14, 1855." He told me. So Jasper is 11. But why would he need me when he's 11? I saw a church ahead of us and Jasper held the door open for me. I murmured a "thank you" and walked into the church. A bunch of young boys started laughing at Jasper when he walked in.

"He might as well be a negro, that's how stupid he is." I heard a boy whisper, causing more laughter. I was shocked, How could anybody say something so cruel in church nonetheless. None of the adults must of heard them, since they were talking before it started. Jasper found a seat in the back and I sat next to him.

"Do you have a place to stay?" Jasper asked me. Should I lie?

"No, I do not." I told him

"I could ask my father if you could stay with us. I am sure he would allow it." He told me. He sounded so mature for his age. He seemed so innocent.

"No, I don't want to intrude on your family." I told him.

"No you wouldn't be intruding. Besides we're all brothers and sisters and we must care for each other." I always knew he used to be very religious, but I didn't realize exactly how religious. I guess it was to be expected considering when he grew up. The priest started with a prayer. I looked at Jasper as we were singing one of the church songs and I couldn't help but notice his innocence. His face looked liked it was full of love and happiness. I wondered who took that from him. Was it Maria? Was it all the things he must of seen in the civil war. I don't know what happened. I don't know what made him realize how much hatred is in the world. But I know I wanted to destroy whatever did it to him.

I have no idea if October 13, 1855 is even a Sunday. 1/7 chance I got it right.