Author: Jadelyn Tate
Story: Shattered Glass
Pairings: Um…Jasper/Alice (for now ;) ), all other canon pairings
Disclaimer: I own no one but Cailey, Skylar, Oliver, and Samantha.
Summery: Your life can change in an instant; that instant can last forever.
A/N: So…yeah.
Prologue
This sucks, she thought decisively. If only the others could see me now.
The man who'd taken her lay dead on the ground, his blood drained. The vampire who'd attacked the attacker and victim was gagging as he jumped away from her, a disgusted expression on his face. A drop of something red shone near his mouth. She swallowed, the horrified realization filling her as she glanced down at her wrist and saw a strange crescent mark that hadn't been there a minute ago.
He'd bit her.
Oh hell no!
Fumbling, she yanked off her necklace and with fumbling fingers, pried open the stopper. Not taking the time to think about what she was doing or what the vampire nearby would think, she tossed back the contents, gulping them down and hoping like hell this worked.
Dropping the stopper, she stumbled off. She knew she had to get away. Not from the monster spitting her blood as he took off in the opposite direction, but from the police she could just hear coming her way. Any other time, she would have been thrilled about being rescued but now…now she wanted them as far from her as possible.
Finally finding a small, tumbling down shack she vaguely remembered playing in as a kid, she stumbled in and fell to the ground.
The pain was excruciating.
Somehow, she didn't know how, she stubbornly retained consciousness through the entire ordeal. She'd been told how painful it was, how she'd wish she'd die; how she'd eventually get her wish.
Getting the information had been like pulling teeth but her friend had never been able to say no to her when she really put her mind to it. His wife, sister, and brothers had nearly laughed themselves sick as he tried, stumbling, to explain how her puppy eyes were too damn persuasive. His parents hadn't helped matters any, chuckling as she had sat cuddling in between them on the couch, eyes dancing as she watched her friend dig his own hole.
Thinking of him, of them, brought a small sense of peace to her, one she was grateful for as the venom worked through her body, changing her for eternity. She couldn't regret this decision, especially if it meant she would eventually see them again.
Finally, finally, her heart slowed until finally, it stopped beating altogether. She was dead.
Vivid, crimson red eyes snapped open.