I will tell you this; I made this in my 15 years of living, and I was going through this obsession with Vic Fuentes. I was also into romance and waiting for my prince charming to sweep me off my feet. I am now 17 (not that much of a difference in age, I will admit) and a changed person. I want to share this with the internet, so bear with the 15 year old that never intended this to go out in public.

Either way, hope you laugh!

Chapter One

The Cullens were doing what they did every day. Esme was in the kitchen, humming a tune that could be heard by everyone's vampire hearing; Carlisle was off working at the hospital; Renesmee was with Jacob her parents were out hunting; as were all the other teenage Cullens.

It's been one hundred years since the battle with the Volturi, and the Cullens weren't the least bit worried about being accused of a crime again. Everything was great, and nothing could have been any better. They were back at Forks in the summer, settled in. Nobody they recognized was there because they either moved or passed away (much to Bella's dismay).

It was the third week of June when Alice and Jasper went out hunting. They were running, catching a scent of a herd of deer. Their mouth watered with venom filled saliva, and their teeth grew sharper for the attack. Jasper went for the big one, altering the animal's feelings of terror and then sank his teeth on its neck. He'd say that his thirst is getting under control.

Alice just chose whichever one was next to her, and jumped at it before it could run away. Even if it did, she'd be able to catch it. When the animal collapsed on the floor, her eyes soon became glassy and she stood as still as a statue. Jasper noticed his wife and he raced to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He stared into her eyes and waited patiently until she was staring back at him with her mouth slightly open.

"What is it Alice? What did you see?" he asked her. He knew that she saw something important, since her emotions were going haywire.

"I … I saw someone in the woods," she answered, blinking rapidly. "It's a he … a vampire. He's weak."

"Is he a threat?" he questioned immediately, his fighting instincts rose slightly as he readied himself to protect Alice and his family.

She instantly shook her head, "No, no I don't think so. He looked really deprived, Jasper. Maybe we should –"

"You go to Esme, tell me his location."

"Wait Jasper, I think it's better if both of us go. He'll see you as a threat and he'll fight. I saw that he doesn't want to hurt anyone."

Jasper hesitated, considering his options and his families. There was a fifty percent chance that he could attack Alice when they went there. Though he knew that Alice could protect herself, he didn't want to risk it. Even if vampires are weak, they can still do damage. He's done enough disaster himself even if he didn't feed himself for two weeks.

"Please Jazz?" Alice pleaded. "I saw that he would feel more comfortable with me."

He was silent for three seconds, a dozen ways of countering attacks going through his head. He could just put Alice behind him as they neared the vampire, "… alright." He agreed.

Alice smiled brightly and grabbed his hand. She leaned in forward and licked the side of his lips and his breath hitched, "You had a little blood there."

And then she was running to the left, tugging Jasper with her as he easily kept up with her speed. Soon enough after a few minutes, he caught an unfamiliar scent that he guessed it was the unknown vampire. He held back a growl, feeling territorial with the fact that a vampire was in his land.

Her running slowed down, as did his, the unfamiliar scent growing stronger and stronger. Alice said that the vampire will be weak, and he believed her, since the aroma was feeble.

"Stop," She said then. They walked slightly to the left, and a few steps forwards, he saw a male vampire leaning against the trees and curled up. Jasper couldn't help but think that he was weak, and a shame to the one who created him.

"Victor?" Alice said softly, waltzing over to the vampire. He was thin and slightly dark skinned that looked like he was eighteen, with brown long wavy hair that reached his shoulders. His brown sweater was dirty and ripped, just like his black jeans. His shoes – they were black vans – were also dirty and ripped. He looked like he just lost a fight, and his body radiated sorrow and grief.

He did lose a fight, Jasper concluded. Jasper didn't think of him as much of a threat and weak as he did before, so just to help him calm down – Victor was aware of their presence a long time ago – he sent soothing waves over to him.

"Vic?" Alice took a step closer.

"Go away." Was Victor's murmured response; he sounded anguished, and his voice was slightly high, but still held that male hint. Jasper tensed, his body coiled slightly, ready to attack him if he made a wrong move or if his mood changed.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, ignoring his clipped tone.

"Leave me alone." He told her. "Leave me alone, leave me alone." He wrapped his arms around himself and buried his face between his knees.

"Victor we just want to help."

"No you don't!" he suddenly exploded; his hand glowed bright blue and stroke the ground, turning the soil into what seemed like ice. Jasper instantly went over to Alice, covering her from view. He was surprised; he had a gift of manipulating ice, something he hasn't seen someone do besides Benjamin.

"No," she whispered to him, placing a hand on his arm to push him over slightly. "It's alright. He won't hurt me."

"Alice –"

"Trust me." She told him, sounding really sure of what she was doing. Jasper didn't want to leave her from his protection, but she had the gift of predicting the future, so reluctantly he decided to let her step around him. If anything went wrong, he'd never forgive himself, and she knew that.

"Victor," Alice neared him, stepping over the hard ice surface. "I don't know what happened before we found you, but all I know is that you need a little help. We're not doing this because we have to, but because we want to."

"I've heard about you," Victor muttered after a minute of silence. "Everyone has."

"Is that why you didn't ask me about how I knew your name?" she asked softly; finally glad for a bit of conversation and a positive response from him.

He nodded in reply, "… Are you … I … will you help me?" he questioned Alice, sounding like a helpless kid. Jasper then felt bad for him, something he hadn't felt for twenty one years, and he hated the feeling.

"Of course," she said. "We'll help you with anything you need."

"You're thirsty," Jasper told Victor. "Aren't you?"

Victor looked at Jasper then, taking in his appearance and how he held himself confidently, "Yeah … I am."

"Let's go then," Alice stood up slowly, and Jasper knew it was to not startle him. She held out her hand, "We don't want you to stay parched, now do we?"

Victor looked at Alice's hands and then at Jasper, knowing there was a special connection between the two. Jasper felt a bit smug as he looked at Victor; he was asking for permission to take her hand. He gave him a slight nod.

"I caught a scent of some elk around west," Jasper informed. He grabbed Alice's hand and beckoned Victor. "Stay with us, and don't wander around, don't want you to go in the wrong land."