Hokay, so, this is my first fan fiction. The 'm' rating is JUST IN CASE. It probably wont be that bad, its JUST. IN. CASE. Don't hate me if it "just plain ole sucks rocks" to quote Seth Clearwater. Just let me know any small changes I should make. Love you lots! now. . . .READ ON!

DISCLAIMER: all twilight material, characters etc is Stephenie Meyer's, not mine. . . .but I would be happy to take over for her :D

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves. Love never fails. . .

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

-Immortal Sun-

-Chapter 1-

-live, love, and let go-

Jasper p.o.v.

"And your positive you want to go? 'cause you know you don't have to." Charlotte asked for the. . . .gah I have lost count of how many times she has asked.

"yes, Charlotte. You two are married now, you need your own lives." I said smiling, but I knew I would be lonely, and I would miss them both. They were like my siblings in a way.

"yeah Lott's, you got to learn to let Baby Jazz go. okay, Bro." Peter said chuckling and clapping my shoulder. "any time you want, feel welcome to track us down. You know I. . .I uh. . .well I love you Jasper. Your my best friend, my brother, my best man, etc. You know how bad I am at my feelings and such . . ."

"just shut up, Peter. I know what you mean." I hugged him then kissed Charlotte's cheek. "i love you guys. Anytime you cross me. . ."

"goodbye, Jasper. . ." Charlotte whispered as I disappeared into the night of Louisiana. God, I would miss those two. What the hell am I supposed to do on my own? Screw this, I'm going hunting.

-AUGUST 23rd, 2006-

I ran at a human pace through the city until I found some woods. I ran as fast as I could until I ended up in the lovely Austin, Texas ladies and gentlemen. . . .da ta. Super crowded nobody would notice if someone. . .'mysteriously' disappeared off of 6th street.

There were two girls stumbling over each other, coming out of a bar.

One had black hair and brown eyes, wearing jean shorts, a teal colored tank top, tall black boots and a white cowgirl hat. She looked like a country girl, home grown, but with a little bit of Spanish flavor. The second girl looked pure Texan. Short, pin straight brown hair with natural highlights, and deep green eyes. Wearing dark jeans, a yellow and gray striped tank top and brown boots.. there were attempting to walk straight down the sidewalk. . . .and failing miserably.

This would be almost too easy.

I slid my hat down to cover my slightly red eyes, strode up to the drunken girls and flashed them my 'hunting' smile.

"evening ladies." I greeted, tipping my hat to them.

They opened their mouths to giggle and the awful smell of tequila poured out of their mouths.

"hey there, cowboy." the little Mexican girl slurred.

"whats your name?" Blondie tripped over her words.

"my name, is Jasper Whitlock. And what might your names be?"

they giggled again. I think I smelled Russian vodka. Who the hell would give 20 ear old Russian vodka? That stuff is. . . .yea. You get it.

"I'm Amy. This is my sister Mary, its her 21st birthday."

I could feel the excitement emanating off of both of them.

"Well, ladies, you look a little" – a lot – "drunk. Would you like me to walk you home?"

"sure. That's awful sweet of you." Mary said winking at Amy. I pretended I didn't see it while stepping in between them and lightly set my arms on their shoulders.

"where do yall live?" I asked already walking back towards the forest.

"oh. In an apartment building on Academy street." she said pointing down the wrong street.

"okay. No problem."

even these drunk humans could see the forest coming closer.

"wait. Where are we going?" Amy asked. I could sence them both getting more and more scared by the moment.

I didn't answer. I knew what part was coming and I hate it. I hate having to feel like this. A monster. That's what I was.

"jasper. . .whats going on?" Mary slid out from under my arm and grabbed her sister. They slowly started backing away with Mary pulling her cell out. I snatched the phone out of her hand and crushed it in my steel grip and the next second I had my arms around they're waists, pulling them into the forest.

I flung them on the ground, and while Amy scrambled off the ground, Mary stayed laying on the ground with her eyes open. She had hit her head on an exposed tree root.

"Mary? Mary!" Amy dove to the ground next to her sister, shaking with grief. I sighed impatiently but I still felt her grief, fear and anger directed at me.

Blood.

The delicious crimson liquid was quickly seeping out of a large gash on the back of Mary's head. I grabbed Amy's arm and jerked her behind me and she fell to the ground again. She cried out in pain.

This. This is what I hated about my life. Why do I have the one power that keeps me from hunting in damn peace?

I dug my teeth into Mary's soft flesh.

"what are you? Monster! Your a monster! A murderer! No! Mary! Mary! Mary!. . ." she trailed off in her sobs for a moment before they stuttered back to life. "no! my sister! What is wrong with you? Your a dreadful monster!" I drained Mary dry and now her sister was next.

Stepping forward to her, she trembled back from me. I reached my hand out to her.

"dont touch me!" she jumped back. I grabbed her hip, pulling her close to me.

"Im sorry."

Then I bit her.

Sooo. . .what did you think? I hated having to write jasper like that. Please press that little blue button. Review for me? Please? Its right there. Tempting you. You know you want to. Do it!