A/N: Here I am, starting another JasperOC story… There's just something about him that's very writable… I think you'll find that this is different from my first fic (Learning to Fall) but I hope you like it! Unlike LtF, this one isn't prewritten so it'll take me longer to upload (probably about a chapter a week) but please stick with me! And please review- I love to hear what you guys think!

Disclaimer: The usual- I own nothing you recognize as Stephenie Meyer's. But I do own the characters you don't know as well as the weird plot that's about to unfold…

Chapter One

Kennedy Masters sighed from her spot on her bed. She hated days like this. She hated moving, she hated re-enrolling in schools, but most of all she hated the funk it put her older brother Addison in. He was angry at the world to begin with, thinking having a 'power' made him a freak. The only person he talked to about anything was Kennedy. The two were especially close because they were a year apart and had to look after each other. They'd never known their parents and had moved through the foster care system until Addison turned eighteen and they were given their inheritance. The year after he turned eighteen, Kennedy did, and since then, neither had aged a day. It had been twenty years but they were managing; securing their funds with investments, and moving around often to avoid suspicion of their 'condition'. Speak of the devil, she thought to herself as her door opened to reveal empty air. She knew better than to think it opened by itself.

"Knock it off, A," she said with a sigh, reverting to his first initial as he often did to her. Addison reappeared and she immediately saw why he was invisible. There was a dark stain on his shirt and a furious look on his face. Her face twisted in a look of shock as she took in his appearance.

"Oh my God," she said quietly as she sprang from her bed and walked over to him. "What the hell happened to you?!" He scowled and she could see him shaking with anger, but he didn't speak.

"Where?" she asked, agreeing to his unspoken request.

"Anywhere," came the reply. His voice was hoarse and she wondered if he'd been yelling.

"City or remote?"

"Remote, please." Kennedy wrapped her fingers around Addison's wrist and closed her eyes. She felt the ever familiar jerk in her chest and when she opened her eyes, they were sitting on a small island. Its sand was warm from the sun and Addison immediately lay down. Smiling at him, Kennedy popped back home and grabbed their swimsuits and a couple towels from the bathroom before returning to the island. This was how she helped him cope- through her teleportation skill. She'd been doing it ever since she could remember; just as long as Addison had been able to disappear. She threw his swim trunks and a towel at him and he went behind a tree to change while Kennedy had changed in their apartment.

They relaxed for an hour before Kennedy sighed, knowing she'd have to piss him off.

"So what happened?" she asked. Addison tensed immediately.

"God damn football fuckers told me my shirt needed 'character' and chucked a Pepsi at me," he growled. Kennedy sighed and pushed her sunglasses to rest on top of her head as she sat up to look at him.

"Don't worry about them. We leave today, remember?" Addison relaxed but only a little.

"Yeah, I remember," he said. "Should we go back and get on the road?" He used the expression loosely since Kennedy had been taking their stuff to their new house every day for a month or so to spread out and not lose all of her energy. All they had left was their everyday-used items. Addison insisted on driving, having fallen in love with his Jeep. She had rolled her eyes but let him, reminding him many times how she hated driving and would rather just teleport. They picked up their stuff and Kennedy grabbed Addison's wrist again, taking them back to the same spot they left from.

Addison packed the Jeep with the rest of his stuff and took off. Kennedy watched him pull away before slinging a bag over her shoulder and teleporting to her destination. She opened her eyes and found herself in her new room. They had a house barely on the outskirts of Forks, Washington. It had two bedrooms and two bathrooms, for which Kennedy thanked God, but it was all one floor and was quite small. She set her bag down and decided to go for a walk to get used to her surroundings.

She shut the front door behind her and started off for the woods, just wandering aimlessly. Hearing strange noises- growls and snarls- her feet automatically took her toward them. The further she got from home and the closer to the noises, she heard voices, too. Didn't those people understand there was a dangerous situation approaching? Kennedy kept walking and suddenly found herself very close to three people- a bronze-haired boy whose head snapped up to look at her murderously, a tiny pixie-like girl who looked very nervous standing next to the first boy, and a boy with messy blonde hair stooped over the carcass of what Kennedy assumed used to be a lion. He looked up at her with blood staining his face and she realized the last thing she ever thought possible- this boy had killed the lion and drank its blood and he was gorgeous. He stood as if to stalk toward her, the other boy and the pixie trying to stop him. Before he could run at her, she squeezed her eyes shut and vanished.