An. (Forgive me while I rant) I come up with stories at the weirdest times. I came up with this idea in one second and then I got really hyper and I was freaking out "Oh my god! I have to write this story!" Anyway's I decided to write it, and now I am!
Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight nor any of it's characters (Vampire or were-wolf) they all belong solely to Stephanie Meyer.
Prolouge
Jpov
Three years had passed since I was changed. Maria had made the decision to keep me to train her other new borns. Four years had passed since I last saw my best friend. Three years younger than me, and absolutely beautiful, we had been friends for years. The last time I had seen her, was when I told her that I was leaving for the war. The last time I saw her, her face was contorted in complete anguish. She didn't want me to go, but I had to, and now I will never see her again.
The knowledge attacked me thoughts with a fervor that tore me apart.
Maria sighed from her seat to my left. I hadn't realized that I was sending out my emotions to her. One of the older newborns walked into the small room.
"Excuse me madam, but the new arrivals are here." She smiled.
"Bring them in." She didn't bother addressing him, not like she knew his name.
The terrified group of teenagers was slowly led into the room. Some were terrified, others were confused, and one woman was shocked. I got up, and rushed past them. I never liked being around for this part, and would not make such a thing a habit.
---Three Days Later---
I stepped heisitantly in the small room that I knew contained the women that had been changed. I had to know why that one single woman was so shocked. I heard a light sob, and turned to the chair in the corner. She was sitting there. She had her head on her arms, her arms resting on her legs. Her skin was a milky white, Her hair shone a strawberry/honey blonde. I had only seen one woman with that hair before. But she couldn't be here... could she?
The woman looked up, and as I stared into her crimson eyes, I was struck by the anguish there. More than anything, I was aching that she had been put through this.
"Jasper Whitlock?" She asked in her beautiful voice.
"Isabella Swan?" I asked, after nodding in response to her question.
She nodded, and a deep pain struck my heart. My best friend was trapped in this place. In a year she would die, unless I could somehow convince Maria she could be of use to us. She could, that's true, she's one of the best fighters I had ever seen, but she hated to hurt anyone, and getting her to prove her talent, would be a difficult task.
If only fate were on our side. Obviously it wasn't. If it was, neither of us would have been changed....
An. I know this is incredibly short, like as short as possible, but I promise the next chapter will be a lot longer. It was very hard to write something this short, but I don't know if it's very good or not, and want an opinion on it before I write a lot, and realize that everyone hates it, and have gone to all that work for nothing, so if you like it please review, and if you hate it please review.
Think of it this way, if you don't review, I'll never get your opinion, and I won't know whether to continue or not, and it will either remain unfinished, or will keep going.
Please review, because it would make me extremely happy!