Okay. Had this idea when I was just about to fall asleep. Wrote this in a couple of hours. Tell me if I should keep it or not. It's a multi-chapter story.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephenine Meyer. The PLOT, though, belongs to ME.

2010-Forks, Washington-Cullen House-Jasper Charles Whitlock Hale

"It's Jasper's turn to choose where we go."

My head snapped up in shock. Was it really my turn?

Edward laughed at my shock. "Yes, Jazz," I flinched lightly, "It is your turn to choose" I grinned, excited. What to choose, what to choose...

Italy? No, I really don't want to have the Volturi on my people-to-see list. Germany? Do I really want to give Emmett any chance to annoy me by imitating Hitler? Spain? Nah, the girl's don't need another reason to shop. Edward laughed at my fast paced thoughts. Where in the world could people go that have practically been everywhere?

Laughing lightly, I figured out where I wanted to go. It was so obvious!

"I wish to go to Mexia, Texas."

Emmett groaned loudly, slapping his hand to his face, but I could care less what he thought. The only real reason I wanted to go was to big a secret to tell my family.

Large, brown, doe-like eyes flashed through my mind, followed by large, golden, doe-like eyes. This happened in a quick second, and I only hoped Edward hadn't seen.

"Who's eyes were those?"

Of course he had seen. Why shouldn't he have?

Alice looked at me, knowing exactly who's eyes I had seen. She turned to Edward, and spoke.

"Jasper doesn't have to-"

"My little sister's," I answered softly. The room got quiet.

"Your little sister's?" Carlisle asked, curiosity rolling off him in waves. I nodded once sharply. Rose sat next to him.

"You never told us you've had a sister."

"Have," I answered reflexively, and locked my jaw in shock. Alice gasped beside me, hands flying up to her mouth.

"What do you mean 'have'?" Rose's tone dared me to not answer her.

So I took the dare.

Ignoring her, I turned to Alice.

"I'll be right back." She nodded and followed me to the base of the stairs. Standing there, she watched as I loped up the stairs.

Opening our door, I slowed my pace to a human's, taking my time in getting to the nightstand. Once I was there, I tugged the top drawer lightly, careful to not shake the contents in it. Lifting the ornate box up, I gently ran my fingertips across the golden lettering on the pearl lid. The sunlight gently reflected off of it, and I read the name.

Isabella Marie Whitlock

My baby sister.

2010-Forks, Washington-Cullen House-Edward Anthony Masen Cullen

I watched Alice stand at the base of the stairs, guarding the route Jasper just took to get up to their room. She looked like she was thinking about something, and I hoped it was the about the mysterious little sister Jasper had mentioned.

-Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven-

I glared at the little evil pixie by the stairs who was keeping me out. She stuck her tongue out at me and continued with the prayer in her head. Why was she keeping me out? I thought to myself. I tried to wrap my head around it, and couldn't. I knew that she knew, and she definitely knew. That's why she was keeping me out. But why?

I heard Jasper sigh as he remember the two pairs of eyes that belonged to the same person. He didn't think of anything else, just the eyes. And why were they so familiar? I pondered over that as Jasper came back down at a human's pace. Jasper, Jasper...Where did he fit in with the eyes?

Then it hit me.

Those two pairs of eyes, the brown pair and the gold pair, were exactly like his. Almost almond-like, and long lashes that brushed the high cheekbones that they both possessed.

I gasped in shock, and everybody looked at me. I shook my head, just waiting to get my answers from Jasper. He sat down on the chair across from me, placing the box he was carrying on the table. A black piece of paper was put over the top.

"Jasper," Alice said softly from her perch on the arm of his chair, "I think it's time you told them." He nodded and took a breath to settle himself.

"It was January of 1844. I was one years old, too young to remember all of this, but I was told the story."

"Mama an' Pa got in a fight, an' Mama left, never to come back. She ended up marryin' Mr. Charles Swan, the richest man in town, because she wanted to be the richest woman in town. She left Pa an' I alone, an' that was the most heinous things she's ever done. But she did have another child."

Jasper smiled at the thought of the child, and I caught a glimpse of a small, darling little four-year-old girl with the bounciest curls you'll ever see.

"Her name was Isabella Marie Swan, but she was called Bella. Everyone just loved her as soon as they saw her. Mr. Swan called the Southern Belle of Mexia, because, even when she grew up, she easily was the most beautiful girl in town. She had loose, mahogany curls, large, brown, doe-like eyes, a smile that would light up the world if it could, an' the prettiest singin' voice."

Jasper's smile turned cunning.

"But there was a scandal. The more Bella grew, the more she began to look like me an' Pa. Same eye color an' shape, same laugh, same strong gait in her walk, but more feminine, of course. When she was three, the truth came out. Bella was the daughter of Pa, but Mama didn't know she was pregnant until she had married Mr. Swan, so she tried to pass her off as Mr. Swan's. When Bella found out, she tried to come home with Pa one day, hiding in the back of the wagon. When that got out, the town was in an uproar. Bella told everyone what would happen at home. Mr. Swan knew she wasn't his, so he would beat her, lock her in closets an' cabinets, an' put her outside with the horses. But in the public eye, he treated her like the darling she is. He was a great actor."

Jasper suddenly got happier.

"Pa fought with the courts for Bella, an' after seven months, she finally became Isabella Marie Whitlock, little sister of Jasper Charles Whitlock. It was two weeks before her fourth birthday, and Pa planned like a madman. He threw the best party for her, an' that's when she became his little Princess."

"We started growing up fast, Pa said, an' Bella an' I became inseparable. She stopped wearing dresses an' her hair in long, feminine do's. She started wearin' men's clothes, an' pullin' her hair back so it wouldn't get in her face. She rode horses, wrestled with pigs, spit farther than any man, an' swore like a sailor. She rode a horse better than any cowboy out there. Actually, she had her own horse, the one I bought her. Lightnin', she called her. Black as night, with a white patch that shone like the moon. Or lightnin' in the sky, I guess. But that horse was the fastest one you could find in all of Texas. She raised her that way, pullin' her up to her full pure stallion potential. An' as payment back to me, she bought me a dark gray horse that she had named Thunder, because you could here that horse miles away. I raised him to be a race horse, but nowhere near my sister's horse. But we would ride through town, and people would yell, 'Here come the Whitlocks'! Here comes Thunder and Lightnin'!' Made us royalty in that town."

Jasper's fell slightly, showing sorrow.

"You know how I was 17 when I joined the Confederacy Army, playin' it up that I was 20. But Bella was 15, an' she begged an' pleaded for me to stay, to wait til I was actually 20. I couldn't, for Pa had fallen ill, and Bella was being expected to marry soon. I knew if I stayed, Bella wouldn't marry and Pa would die. So I went to Houston. Joined the Army."

Jasper scowled slightly.

"Maria had changed me when I had just turned 20, so Bella was still 17, an' she still hadn't married. Made up excuses in our letters that we sent. I had kept sending letters, even after I was changed, to keep Bella in peace of mind. But Maria found out. She went to Mexia and found Bella, alone in a home where Pa had just died, fightin' off suitors and the depression. Maria slipped her something that made her incredibly sick, an' came back to tell me that Bella was goin' through what Pa had. Now, I didn't know any better, and believed Maria. It wasn't til long after did I find out the truth."

"Maria convinced me to let her change Bella, make her a newborn, make her better again. And I never thought once 'bout Maria's motives, just that my baby sister will be well again, an' safe by my side."

"Maria had brought her in, an' I couldn't bear to watch..."

*Flashback*

1863-Monterry, Mexico-Newborn Hiding Place-Jasper Charles Whitlock

I walked into the room Maria called me into, hoping that she had already changed Bella, and I wouldn't have to watch.

But she hadn't.

My little sister, my Bella, was lying on a metal table, her white cowboy boots covering the bottom parts of my pants that she took to wearing when I had left, a white corset that was habit to wear, and a small man's top that was tappered in to fit her cut straight down the middle. She was flushed with heat from her sickness, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her natural curls had matted to her face from her sweat, and she looked paler than normal, almost as pale a vampire.

I turned away, partly out of respect for her, since her corset was showing and this was my little sister. But mostly I turned away because I could stand to see her like that. So helpless, so sick, when I always had seen her so full of life, so obstinate. Maria was speaking to her.

"Hush, Miss Bella, hush. We're going to take this sickness away from you, but in order to do that, it has to get worse. So you musn't scream, oh no. For if you scream, it will just hurt you by tiring you out. Do you understand, Miss Bella?"

"I-I do," she whispered out, her voice no louder than a breath. I could feel her eyes in the back of my skull. "I-Is that my Jazzie? My b-big brother?"

"Yes, it is. Would you like to speak to him?"

"Y-Yes. I-I wish to speak t-to him."

I spun around quickly, keeping my eyes locked on her face, before walking up to her. She flinched at the color of my eyes. Bright red. Glowing with the blood I had taken not even hours ago. But she studied the rest of my face, and smiled shakily.

"Y-You look a lot like your o-oldself, Jazz. Just p-prettier." She laughed breathily, then began to cough. My hand was already lifting her up, rubbing her back to ease her pain. When she stopped, I layed her back down.

"Bell, Maria's goin' to make you all better, you hear me? Then I'm goin' to show you everythin' once you're ready, okay?" She nodded at me. I kissed her gently on the forehead. "You're goin' to be alright," I whispered to her. She nodded once more, and lifted her hand to place the tips of her fingers just under my right eye.

"W-will my eyes be l-like yours?" I moved her hand away and nodded. She closed her eyes. "G-good. Don't want p-people actin' like w-we aren't related." I laughed lightly at that and took my hand out her grasp, turning to go. "No!" I turned around to see Bella's wide, brown eyes panic-filled. "D-Don't leave me!" I went back to her side. She looked at me with soft, pleading eyes. "Don't leave m-me," she whispered.

"Wouldn't dream of it," I whispered back, taking her hand. Maria came back in.

"Are you ready, Miss Bella?" Bella nodded, gripping my hand a little tighter, not that it was much. She had almost no strength. Maria looked at me. "Can you-"

"No," I answered firmly, glaring at her. She shrugged and turned to Bella. Leaning down, I watched Maria open her mouth and Bella close her eyes. Right before they closed all the way, I took one last look at them, knowing that I wouldn't see them again.

2010-Forks, Washington-Cullen House-Edward Anthony Masen Cullen

We all watched as Jasper told the story about his sister's last moments human. Rosalie opened her mouth and asked a question.

"How did you stand the smell of her blood?"

Jasper shot his head up, his mind racing a thousand miles a minute.

How DARE she-I ought to-she has no-IT'S MY LITTLE SISTER! WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? DRINK HER DRY?

The tenor of his last thought made pain shoot through my head, and I cried out. Everyone looked at me.

"Sorry, Edward. It's just, that's my baby sister. I could never, an' I mean NEVER, drink her dry." I nodded.

"It's okay, Jaz-Jasper." I saw the look of gratefulness he gave me.

Thanks for not callin' me Jazz.

"You're welcome." Emmett gave me a look, like I was crazy or something.

"Why are you telling him 'you're welcome'?" I turned to Jasper, wondering if I could tell them. He nodded lightly. I turned back to Emmett.

"He doesn't like being called Jazz," I said, ready to be asked why. But Jasper spoke before Em could ask.

"My little sister called me that, gave me that nickname. It makes me remember her." Alice rubbed his back gently. Rose went to touch the box, getting ready to open it, when Jasper grabbed her wrist, growling. "Don't. Touch. The box." She backed up.

"I just wanted to know why it was covered." Jasper sighed and removed the paper, letting us see what he was hiding.

The box was a perfect retangular prism, it's sides made from pure pearl, and it's edges and hinges were solid gold. Across the top was a calligrahpic type of lettering, spelling out the name we had only heard from Jasper.

Isabella Marie Whitlock.

Underneath it was one date.

9-13-1845.

"Was this when she was born? September 13?" Alice asked, running a single finger over the numbers. Jasper nodded. A curious thought passed through his head.

"What was that?" Jasper shook his head.

"Jasper, can I please know?" Jasper's yellow eyes looked into mine, and sighed. He reached down the front of his shirt and produced a locket a little larger than the size of a thumbpad. On the locket was a large calligraphic B.

"This was Bella's. A couple decades after she was changed, Maria decided that Bella was too much of a threat to her. Bella was beautiful, talented, an' charismatic. And Maria knew if it came down to a fight, I would take Bella's side. So Maria ordered me to destroy her under the pretense that Bella's way of life wasn't the correct way." Jasper chuckled lightly.

"You know, that's why it was easier for me to do the conversion from human blood to animal blood. Bella was unique in the south. She refused to drink human's blood, saying it disgusted her. And I tried to follow in her steps, but it was hard. I only had her to help me. Here, I have six other people to help."

"She was the change in Mexia. Most of the south still drinks human blood, but in our hometown, vampires roam. Bella sent them there, telling them it was a safe haven for vampires who didn't want the wars. An' it still is."

"Back to the locket. The night I was to destroy her, I told her to run. Run far away, away from Maria. But before she left, she made me change lockets with her. So she would have mine, with the J, an' I would have hers, with the B. It was the last time I saw her."

"Jasper," Alice said, her eyes blank, "what if we could find her?" The visions flipping through her head confused me.

His head snapped up.

"Impossible. I believe the Volturi found her, an' killed her. They saw her once durin' the wars they came to stop. Aro wondered at her gifts, an' offered her a place on his guard. But she refused, and ran back to Monterry, our safehouse. I told her never to go near them again. If they found her, run." I heard his slip-up.

"You said 'gifts'. Vampires only can have one gift," I corrected, but Jasper was shaking his head.

"No, she had two. One was a sheild. She could protect her mind from all kinds of mental attacks, safe or not. The other was a kind of persuasion. She could influence people's choices by mentionin' her preference an' willin' it to be their's too. She was very talented. She could also hold her own in a fight, thanks to me." I noticed Jasper was smug. Alice was still flipping through her visions.

-A horse, one black as night, running-A pair of white cowboy boots hooked into stirrups-Jasper's name stiched on what looked like jeans-Large, golden, doe-like eyes, throwing a wink in our direction-A tiny blonde, her purple eyes shocked as she looked at Jasper-The look on Jasper's eyes as he stood in front of a door carved from sturdy wood-

Then one vision, only one, was full, sharp, and absolutely going to happen.

-A small female, looking no older than 16, was standing next to a large, black horse. Her golden eyes roved the stadium, a smirk playing on her lips as she saw the crowd. Mounting the horse swiftly, she led it to the starting gates. Twirling an older style of a gun, she nodded once to the man holding the open gates button. He nodded back. Tilting her hat so her eyes and nose disappeared, the smirk stayed as she spoke.

"Well, look at what we have here. A full house. An' I'm pretty sure you're not here for some food."

Everybody laughed.

"Unless you guys like horse." She laughed once, a short peel of bells.

"Now, who's ready for some racin'?"

The cheers erupted. One person started the chant of her name and soon most picked it up.

"Bella! Bella! Bella! Bella!"

The man holding the button turned around, grinning.

"Now, y'all let Miss Whitlock shoot the gun, or we ain't goin' anywhere."

Everyone quieted. The girl on the horse, Miss Bella Whitlock, lifted the gun.

"Let the games begin."

And pulled the trigger.-

Alice blinked, returning to the present. She looked at Carlisle.

"Can I go buy the tickets now? I really want first-class."

This must be the fastest I wrote something of this caliber. It's just...Wow. I can't believe it. And honestly, where in the world the idea came from, I won't know. I just figured it might be good. So here goes. Hope you like it.