AN: I have adopted this story from 'Athey', creative acknowledgement to her for letting me play with her toys. This is not my first shot at FanFiction and I am not from America so my writing has not been 'Americanized' by my Beta yet. I have been planning to write a vamp-slash story for a while but never had the time or incentive to finish my drafts until I stumbled upon this beauty.

I do not plan to make great changes to the story, just a few tweaks here a there to fit into the future plans. I really hope I don't let you all down with it; chapters will be shorter than the original ones. Enjoy and please let me know how I'm doing please.

Overall Disclaimer:

Characters and other things from the Twilight universe are all copyright to Stephanie Meyer. This story is written under the derivative works act and no profits are being made. All rights retained by Stephanie Meyer.

Prologue

My entire body was rigid. On edge. I was squeezing the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were turning white and I could hear and feel the metal beneath my hands bending and warping. I had the peddle all the way to the floor and we were flying down the road as fast as my 53' Cadillac El Dorado could go.

Jasper reached across the seat, placed his hand on my thigh and rubbed his thumb in gentle circles. I smirked as I felt the gentle waves of calm flow through my body; I finally decided to stop fighting it and just let him calm me down.

I let up on some of the pressure my foot was putting on the pedal and our speed started to slow. 80Mph was slightly more reasonable on the car. I didn't want to hurt my baby, I'd had it less than five months and it was thing of pure beauty. 210 Horse Power engine, 14-Karat gold plated door mouldings, red leather interior, and a black canvas convertible top. It was a concept car, and I had gotten one of them. Of course this meant that Caddy only made 530 of them so it would be a pain in the ass to try and replace it if I did any irreparable damage to it. Parts weren't exactly easy to come by either... at all. Usually, if I did anything stupid, Rosalie would shove me out of the way and dive under the hood, working her magic but... I suppose that's not really an option anymore.

The steering wheel buckled a little under my right hand and I released it completely, cringing internally to the dents on my once pristine wheel as I steered with my left hand loosely gripping the wheel.

Jasper reached up and grabbed my right hand, pulling it down to rest on his thigh, rubbing calm, soothing circles into the back of my hand with his thumb. I glanced over at him with a sad concern in my eyes, but he just gave me a soft smile and nodded. Even his mind was quiet, then again, it usually was. Mostly he was worried about me. Worried how I was taking what had happened.

He could tell I was angry. It didn't take an empath to figure that out. It was obvious.

I was angry. And I had every right to be angry. Although I wasn't the least bit angry about what Esme had said to me. I'd been expecting it. I'd been expecting it for decades. I'd been waiting for it to happen.

There had always been a little voice in the back of my mind that hoped that when the day finally came, when the truth was revealed, I would be surprised. That my expectations would be thrown out the window and she would be happy; accept it, and that she would not so much as even seem to care about any of it.

But I knew that was a ridiculous fantasy that would never come to pass.

And it hadn't.

I hadn't been surprised. Things had played out exactly as I had anticipated. Even down to the smallest details.

The others had been stunned, shocked. When I'd told them why I had hidden my truths for so long... why I had lied to them for so long... they couldn't believe it. They didn't want to believe it. They thought I was just exaggerating. There was no possible way things could be as bad as I was expecting. It just didn't mesh with their idea of Esme. The Esme they all knew, and the one I described were so counter to each other that they just couldn't process the idea. Someone so motherly and warm couldn't have those thoughts, those beliefs. But she did, and she always had. And they were there, they witnessed it all. They couldn't deny what happened because they saw it.

I felt bad leaving Alice behind, and yet I was glad it was just Jasper and I in the car right now.

Alice had insisted. She said that she needed to stay behind. She still had work to do to make sure everything worked out the way she needed. Esme still didn't know about Alice. But it's really only a matter of time before she finds out. The others all knew now, and I was the only member of that family that had ever been able to keep anything secret. Eventually one of them would slip and Esme would find out about Alice and when she did, she'd kick her out too.

Alice would be able to find us though, I was sure of that. If anyone could, it was her. She found us to begin with. She'd do it again. All I could do now was hope that she knew what she was doing. Alice always seemed to have some big master plan that only those she deemed necessary needed to know the result.

I hated it, honestly.

She still insisted that everything would end up alright, that there was a chance we'd all be together again as a family, some day. That a day would come when Jasper and I would be living with the family and Esme would be happy and accepting of it.

Despite what Alice had shown me, I couldn't honestly say I even cared. I wasn't sure I ever wanted to go back. Not to her, anyway. I had been stuck for years keeping myself hidden. To be honest, while I could understand where her views came from, I resented her for it.

Because I was angry.

Not at what she had said to me. No. I was expecting all of that, I may resent her but I was numb to it by now. No. I was angry because of what she had said to Jasper. What she had called him. What she had accused him of. Like this was somehow his fault.

Even if someday she got over her prejudices, and forgave me for lying all these years... I really wasn't sure if I could ever forgive her for her hate towards him.

"So where we head'n darlin'? You got any plans, or r'we just driving to nowhere?" Jasper drawled looking over at me out the corner of his beautiful eye and breaking the silence that had permeated the car for the last forty minutes.

I smiled at his thick accent. I really did love it.

"Just driving," I said, feeling some of the weight lifting off my chest, finally. "Got anywhere you'd like to go? We can go anywhere, really."

He hummed for a moment, his head rolling to the side to look at me full on as he thought over different places in his mind. A smile spread across his face and it spread across mine too as I plucked the place from his mind. "How 'bout Vegas?"

I chuckled.

"You got it."

As I drove my mind began to wander. This really was a new chapter in my life. And one that I was sure would be a much, much better than any before it. But this wasn't the beginning of our story. For that we'd need to go back a few months to the day that I met Jasper.

The day that was going to change my life forever.

AN: I'm really worried that you are all going to hate it so please either moan at me or give me some love for continuing for Athey. Again, no major changes will be made.