Heyy all :) Im CBT (Trinn). This is my first fic, a Jasper/Bella story, and the events of the books never happened. This Teaser is placed in 1855, but the events of the story don't really start until about 1862-3. Please, give me feedback (no flames please, they make me sad), I wanna know if people are liking it and if I should continue. DISCLAIMER: I own nothing related to Twilight, I am NOT Stephenie Meyer. I do, however, own a fat cat named Tiger. :) Enjoy.

The Pheonix & The Lion

Chapter One~ Let the Lion prowl, Let the Phoenix fly.

He was a cold hard killer. She wasn't any better. The difference? He was a caged lion, and She a free phoenix. He prowled behind bars while she flew through open skies without anything or anyone to stop her. He was tied by invisible bonds of loyalty and pain, with no way out and only one direction to go. They were dark creatures, fighting for their freedom - and to maintain it. Let the Lion prowl. Let the Phoenix fly.

Sweetwater, Texas, 1855

"Isabelle!" A rather infuriated woman called from the back porch. The girl in question froze as she put a leather rope on it's hook in the barn, large, doe brown eyes widening in slight fear. Mama would definitely ban her from ever going in there if she was caught on the little pony. She thanked the gods that she had already gotten off and dusted her dress clean of hay.

The little girl came out of the barn with an innocent look on her young, pretty face, holding a bucket with oats in it. The Texas sun was setting behind the far off mountains, staining the fields in a gold and pink glow. Isabelle did not care for the setting sun, she would be out in the barn all night if it where allowed. But unfortunately, even for a farm girl, she was kept like a porcelain doll by her mother. She was not allowed out past sunset, could not ride the little pony even with her Papa's help, and definitely couldn't get her dress dirty. Isabelle obeyed not one of these rules.

Her mother stood on the porch, her thin arms crossed over her chest. She had light brown, short, cropped hair and grey eyes like the storming sea. Almost none of her features but her little, button nose showed in her 9 year old daughter. The little girl who now walked towards the house had hair the colour of chestnuts, with red tints in the setting sun. It cascaded down her back in soft tunnel curls, all the way to her hips. Another thing she got from her mother was her pale skin. It was creamy ivory in colour, and with her delicate features one could actually relate her to a doll, hence the pedestal her mother kept her on.

"You better not have been riding that pony or so help me I will lock you up for the rest of your years!" Her mother fumed as Isabelle put the bucket next to the steps.

"Now, now Renee, calm down, I bet she was just givin' the horses some treats. You know how she likes to spoil them. Now Isabelle, go inside and wash up for dinner." A deep, southern accented voice said as a man came around the side of the house. His features matched Isabelle's, but his hair was short and he had a moustache on his upper lip.

Isabelle smiled at her Papa with straight, white teeth before running inside, thankful she had a savoir from her Mama's ever long lectures.

After dinner Isabelle sat on the porch swing by herself, watching as the last few rays of light disappeared behind the fields and the mountains beyond. She felt as if she had been put into a life that was not hers. Her mind was wise for her years, but she still loved trouble. She wanted those fields to be within her reach, to be allowed to ride her pony across the great expanse without anyone telling her she couldn't. She wanted to swim in oceans and fly in the sky, with nothing but herself and her soul. Isabelle longed for something bigger, something better that could not hold her down or cage her. She longed to be free.

No one realized it, but that night the Phoenix was awakened for the first time, and it would stop at nothing to be free. Fly Phoenix, fly.

350 Miles away, Houston, Texas.

"Jasper!" An accented southern twang called from the barn's large loft. The boy below looked up, his curly, honey blond hair falling in his sky blue eyes as he waited for his Pa to continue his sentence.

A small bail of hay hit him from behind, commanding his attention towards another man behind him. His uncle had a smile on his face as Jasper frowned at him, then went to pick up the hay so he could toss it up to his Pa in the loft.

"Come on boy! We ain't got all day, and don't get on me 'bout bein' tired, cause any 11 year old can heave a bail of hay!" His Pa hollered, and Jasper sighed before chucking the bundle up at him.

It wasn't that Jasper minded helping on the ranch-he absolutely loved it- it was just that he would much rather be out in the fields on a horse with his twin brother. His Pa had recently decided that Jasper wasn't helping in the barn enough, and so Jasper had been in there instead of herding cattle with one of his uncles.

The large barn was a little stuffy, and Jasper's eyes slightly itched from the loose hay dust in the air. The shutters were open, letting a cool breeze calm their heated skin and still shielding them from the hot Texas sun. Horses whinnied in their stalls, shaking their long manes free of the flies that tormented them.

Jasper was freed from the barn a little while later to do as he pleased until his father and uncles needed him. He quickly looped a bridle over a little chestnut mare's head and made his way towards the hills bareback, looking for his twin.

Jasper loved riding. It was his way of escaping the never ending work of the ranch. He loved the sun on his back and the wind in his hair, nothing but the long, green grass and rolling hills around him. His free spirit soared above him as he spread his arms, the horse beneath him galloping freely over the smooth ground, guiding him wherever it pleased.

He longed for the strength to run as his steed did then, longed for the pure power and energy to race the birds above him anywhere he pleased. Jasper looked up into the sun, his wiry arms still spread wide, and prayed for a dream come true.

That day was when the Lion leapt from his heart, fighting for freedom. Roar Lion, roar.

So, what do you think? This is my first fanfic, and I need feedback to see if I should continue. This is a bit of a teaser, so please REVIEW! :)

Love,

Trinn