Jasper
"Not again!" I sighed.
"What is it Jaspiekins?" asked Alice. "Is Emmett sending waves of lust your way again?"
"No. I am feelin' down, and it isn't anyone here. Prolly another camper." Anytime someone in a bad mood camps near our house, I start feeling crappy.
"Uck! I wish those people would go away," she moaned. "You are such a whinypants when someone is making you feel down!"
A week later…
"When is that stupid person gonna go home! I am so freakin' tired of feelin' like this." Sadly, Alice was right. I do get whiny when I am stuck feeling down. I almost enjoyed the time I spent in school this week, since I just had to deal with hormonal teenagers instead of this persistent depression.
Alice grabbed me by the arm. "Come on Mister Whinypants. We are going to scare off a camper."
"It's Major Whinypants to you," I said, kissing her softly on the lips.
Alice and I wandered the forest, following the gloominess that had been haunting me for the past week. Before long, we came across a clearing in the woods. In the middle, a small body lay crumpled on the ground. The breeze carried the scent of blood towards us. Human blood. I ran to the middle of the clearing before Alice could stop me, and was ready to feed when I realized that my lunch was a toddler. Her hair was matted with blood and she was covered in bruises and scratches. I scooped her up and Alice and I ran back to the house.
Carlisle and I stood in the emergency room adjoining his study. "Well, she is going to live, which is more than I could have said if you had been any later bringing her here. She will need close observation for the next few weeks, and she will have casts on both of her legs and her right arm," Carlisle reported, gesturing at the girl's body. "She seems to be about four. If I had to guess, I would say she was the girl who went missing after the ten car pileup last week. Her name is Grace Smith. They assumed she was burned in the car, but I think she probably just wandered out of their search region."
My attention was drawn to the small body on the hospital bed. Her pale skin was dotted with freckles. Her hair, now that it was clean, was chocolate brown, and reached just to her shoulders.
"She will have to stay in the hospital for a few days; I will drive her up there after lunch. It is such a shame though, she has no surviving family."
"Carlisle, why don't you keep her here, just until she is better, that way she will be watched really closely." I have no idea why I suggested that. The girl will be a constant temptation.
"To be honest, the only reason I was going to take her to the hospital was to make things easier for you, but as long as you are willing to accept her presence, I will keep her at home,"
"Keep her here," I said. "I hope you feel better soon, Gracie."
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