Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters...but I do own a pair of funky bright green heels.

Author's Note:

Hello, so this was a long time coming because I really didn't like the original storyline. It was clichéd and I hate that, so I started from scratch and instead of basing it in England it's back to Forks as you may have gathered from the new prologue.

Each chapter is in the point of view of different character and they are all connected, but occasionally I will do a chapter where we get more than one point of view.

So, enjoy!

ONE - JASPER

Someone once wrote, "It is a curious thing the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up".

I was sure I was going wake up at any moment or that my dad would be sitting in front of the television. He would be watching one of his documentaries and when I walked in he would glance up and give me a bright grin, before offering some random fact he had just taken in.

"Jasper!" called out my mother and snapping out of my reverie, I turned away from the living room door and headed to the bedroom that belonged to my parents, or now just my mother. She was sat on the edge of the bed, her dressing gown on and her hair half brushed.

"Mom?" she snapped her head up, giving me a panicked look.

"Jasper..." she breathed out and kneeling in front of her I took her hands, trying to calm her down. "Jasper, did you take the suit to the...home?"

"I did it, yesterday morning"

"Did you take the right one? The dark blue one not the old brown one?" patting her hand I nodded.

"I did take the blue one" she sighed only looking slightly relieved.

"What about the flowers?"

"Uncle Walter took care of them"

"And the service?"

"Pastor Webster will be conducting the service" she nodded and looking at me she gave me a sad smile.

"I'm sorry Jasper, I don't mean to trouble you" she sniffed and her earlier bout of hysteria was forgotten as her eyes started to water.

"Mom, no. No, it's fine" standing up, I hugged her and she sobbed into my shirt, I rubbed her shoulders to soothe her. Letting her cry, I pressed my lips together and leaned my chin on the top of her head. "It's okay mom, you have me"

She stopped crying eventually and leaned back, I got a tissue from the box on top of the nearby chest of drawers, dabbing away her tears I got her to stand for a moment and sat her at her dressing table.

It was an ancient table that had seen better days, my father had salvaged it from a charity shop in Portland after seeing a similar one in a documentary about female bootleggers in the prohibition era.

He knew absolutely nothing about restoration of furniture, but he painstakingly researched it and fixed up the vintage dressing table and mirror in the garage. I had been about seven at the time and watched as he lovingly worked on it and presented to my mother on her birthday.

She loved the table not because it was a beautiful piece but because of the thought that had gone into it. After all for one, the varnish was a little sloppy at the edge and it was now looking worn with one of the legs being a bit wobbly, but she loved it and she loved him. She ran a hand along the side of it, a tear falling down her cheek she closed her eyes.

Picking up her hairbrush, I brushed her hair and caught the mournful look on her face in the mirror as she opened her eyes and let out a shaky breath.

Leaving her to get changed I went to my room, to get dressed in the sombre suit hanging on the door of my wardrobe.

The house was silent, the television wasn't on and the usual clangs and general sounds of activity from the basement weren't present. The basement was my mom's space, she used it for her studio when she got work and even when she didn't she painted or sketched for fun.

We didn't have a lot of money and our house was old, but we managed. Although he had a bad back, my father did any repairs that needed doing and with our house it seemed there was always something falling apart. My father was only too happy to fix the place up, but as I heard the creaking of the old pipes it just seemed miserable.

"There was a knock at the door and loosening the tie around my neck, I opened the front door to see my aunt and uncle.

"Hi Jasper, where is Sandra?" asked my aunt Margret with a sympathetic smile.

"She's still getting ready" I replied as I let them in, she immediately left me and my uncle alone, as she went up the stairs to see her sister in law.

"Jasper, your tie is crooked" here we go.

Uncle Walter was my mother's younger brother, he was only three years younger and had gotten married young. Though no one said anything, it was clearly due to Margret being pregnant, my cousin Rosalie had been born six months later, only a month after me.

Although the younger sibling Walter felt he had to be the man of the house, as their father had passed away when they were barely toddlers. In many ways he took his role as head of the family very seriously, after Rosalie he and his wife had two boys whom he seemed to quite openly favour.

Every time I saw him I got a lecture, on being a presentable young man, blah, blah, blah.

Redoing my tie for me, he did it tight enough to force me to breath in tiny, strained inhalations. Then he clapped a hand on my shoulder and cleared his throat, getting ready to deliver one of his speeches.

"Jasper..." he began as he steered me into the living room like he owned the place. "I know this is a difficult time for you and your mother...so now this is really when you need to be a man and look after her, you know how important that is. It's all down to you" I nodded, already fully aware of that.

"Thanks Uncle Walter" he gave me a brief nod and forced smile.

"Has she been...okay?" I felt like giving him a dirty look, she was far from okay that was obvious. "I mean...is she still taking her meds?"

"Yes, she is" at that moment we were spared from any more awkward conversation, when we heard the footsteps of Margret and my mother.

"Jasper?" came the shaky voice of my mother.

"I'm here mom" walking into the hall, I went to her and she took my hand with a light sniff and a weak nod of affirmation. I noticed the tissue clutched in her other hand and the fresh tear trails on her cheeks.

Something else that I had noticed recently was how much older she looked now. She was nearly forty but she had always looked to be more in her early thirties, many people had a hard time believing she had a son who was seventeen. But with no makeup and her puffy eyes in addition to the way she now slumped a bit, she very much looked her age.

"Shall we go?" squeaked out my aunt.

This was going to be a long day.

When we got to the church, my mother's hand never left mine for a moment as we sat in the front pew. I didn't miss the stares at us as well as the sobs of my mother and some of the others.

The rest of the day went by slowly, dragging on when I just wanted it to end. More tears were shed as the coffin was lowered into the ground, my mom clung onto me and Walter, Margret silently handing her fresh tissues every so often with a sad smile.

Taking a handful of dirt I dropped it over the coffin, it hit the top of the box partly obscuring the little plate that had my father's name inscribed on it. My mother was next and she was looking very shaky, with an arm round her shoulders I supported her as she took a handful and threw it down.

When she looked down she crumbled, falling to her knees she wailed harder a more tears fell down her face.

"Mom" kneeling down I put my arms around her and she turned her head towards me, sobbing once more into my shirt. "It's okay, mom"

"No, no it's not!" she said in between sobs. I rubbed her back and gently pulled her up to her feet, keeping my arms around her and guiding her away.

Leaving we got back into the car and headed to Walter's house where the wake was being held. I can't remember when that was decided but no doubt it was Walter's idea, as his way to help his sister and show off his house to everyone.

For some reason the residents of Forks thought the best way to give their condolences was to bring round various dishes of food. Half an hour after arriving at the house, the kitchen table was already laden with pies, casseroles and various other dishes.

After receiving another pie, I went to the kitchen and found a spot on the counter. Looking up and out of the window, I almost didn't see Rosalie but I saw the small wisps of smoke and a flash of blond hair by the gate.

I went out through the kitchen door and went through the back gate and spotted Rosalie, she was leaning against the fence smoking.

"Aren't you cold?" she shook her head.

"I can handle a bit of cold" I saw the goose bumps on her bare arms, knowing my cousin she had probably forgotten her jacket but didn't want to back in as she was trying to avoid someone. With a sigh I took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders, she didn't really fight me on it.

"You're welcome" she gave me a rare smile and crossed her arms, taking another puff.

"What about you?"

"I'm a little more covered up than you, Rose" I replied alluding to the short, fitted excuse of a dress she wore.

"It's a cute dress" Rosalie wasn't vapid, but she could be vain a lot of the time, it wasn't really her fault. Considering how much stock her father put into looks it didn't surprise me that she wasn't more vain or arrogant. I half turned away from her to look at the kitchen door. "How are you doing Jazz?"

"I'm fine" she raised an eyebrow sceptically when I looked back at her.

"Sure you are" she didn't say anything else and I was glad she didn't push it, leaning back again she took a final puff of her cigarette and flicked it onto the ground, grounding it out under her ridiculous high heels.

"Why are you out here anyway?" suddenly the ground looked very interesting to her.

"No reason" she said evasively and her eyes flickered to the back door anxiously. About to say something the door opened and Emmett McCarthy stepped out, I saw my cousin panic when he spotted us and started walking towards us.

"Hi Jasper...Rose" he acknowledged us and I nodded at him, before looking to Rosalie and seeing the flash of anger as she openly glared at her on/off boyfriend of two years.

"I should check on my mom" I needn't have bothered with the excuse as neither of them was even looking at me.

Going back inside I soon found my mother, she was sat on an expensive sofa as Margret handed her a cup of tea and patted her shoulder.

"Hey mom"

"Hi sweetie" sitting down in an armchair beside her, she leaned forward and automatically took one of my hands.

"Are you okay?" I asked in a low voice, concerned for her, she glanced up at me for a moment before giving a small smile looked a little forced. She put down her cup and squeezed my hand, putting her other hand on top as if to convince herself I was really there.

"I have my boy" her smile turned melancholy and her eyes watered a bit. After more people gave their condolences and more damn food, I could how much this was taking a toll on my mother, she looked exhausted so making our excuses I asked Walter to drop us back at home.

I remembered that Rose still had my jacket, but she was most probably in the middle of something with the massive jock. If they were fighting or making out, I didn't really want to get in the middle of it.

"Where's your jacket?" barked out Walter, when he brought the car to the front of the house.

"Rosalie has it, but I can't find her so I'll get it later" I said in an off handed manner as I shrugged, it didn't bother me as I knew she'd remember later on and return it to me.

"That girl" he said disapprovingly and shook his head.

"Walt, can we go?" he turned to his sister and gave her a smile that was more genuine.

"Sorry Sandy" at that moment you could tell who the older sibling was as he held the car door open for her.

The trip back home was even quieter if that was possible, when getting home my mom hugged her brother and I could tell that he was legitimately worried for her.

"Bye Walter"

"Call me if you need anything, okay?" she nodded and got back in the car and I unlocked the front door.

"Jasper, honey. I think I'm going to go lie down for a bit"

"Okay" she walked upstairs slowly and I went to the living room. I stayed by the door and stared at the spot on the sofa that he had always preferred.

"...son, did you know that in Ancient Egypt the heart was considered the 'seat of intelligence'?"

"...in 1705 Peter the Great of Russia levied a tax on beards"

"...as a restorative medicine in Ancient Rome, people would drink a mixture of wine and the dung of wild boars"

I smiled as I remembered just some of the weird and random facts my dad had told me over the years.

Lifting a hand to my cheek, I realized it was wet and I was shaking.

~X~X~X~

The music was loud and I pushed past the crowd, going to the bar and ordering a beer, shouting over the music and handing over a note to a busty fake red head. She handed the bottle of beer and winked as she gave me my change, before walking off.

I found a small table, near the doors leading to the stairs that went to the other floors of the dingy club I was in. I scanned the crowd seeing the same thing; girls barely eighteen dressed up - or down – with orange fake tans and equally fake hair and makeup, boys salivating to take the girls home, many drunks and who I was looking for a dark haired skinny boy.

He saw me and headed towards me, he was a skinny kid with a various piercings; a ring through his bottom lip, a round silver stud above his right eyebrow and a few more on his ears. He wore a lot of black head to toe, the only colour being the red chucks he wore to match the red hoodie.

"Hey Jasper"

"Got anything good Riley?" he nodded and reached into his pocket pulling out a sachet of weed.

"Got my money?" I pulled out a few notes and we swapped, he turned his back to the crowd by the dance floor, counting the money and frowning. "Where's the rest of it? You still owe me from last week"

"I'll get you the cash, but I'm a bit short at the moment" he raised an eyebrow.

"Were it anyone else Jazz" he said as he shook his head.

"Don't worry Ry, have I ever let you down?"

"You haven't yet. You know you could always make a little extra money if you don't mind places like this" he meant the club we were sat in, it was an armpit of club, a seedy place where the drinks were cheap – a lot of the time free for the scantily clad girls – and the bouncers where willing to let you in for tip if were under 21.

"I don't mind it" I didn't not really, no one batted an eyelid if I sat at the bar and nursed one beer all night.

"Well, if you are that short on funds, I may have a job for you"

"Dealing?" he rolled his eyes at me, grabbing my beer and taking a deep swig of it.

"No, doing magic tricks. Yes, dealing you idiot"

"I don't know" he shrugged and put down the beer, looking non plussed as he stood up and turned around, spotting a brown haired boy from the reservation by the bar.

"The offer is there if you want it. Now if excuse me, my date is here" with a wink at me, he turned and headed to the boy. He put a hand on his shoulder and the guy turned to look at Riley, smiling before the dealer wasted no time in kissing him full on the mouth. He looked embarrassed and gently pushed him away, but Riley just laughed and ordered them drinks.

For a moment I was intrigued, the new boyfriend was shy and every time Riley went for some sort of public display of affection, he pulled away. Riley settled for letting his fingertips brush against his hand every so now and then, smiling and standing close to him.

I knew Riley from school, he shared a few classes with me and the other boy looked familiar, yet what was odd was the way that Riley was looking at him. As long I had known the dealer, he had been openly bisexual and had a string of 'friends' they barely lasted more than a few weeks but there was something different this time.

I chuckled at the thought; man whore Riley Biers was in love.

Shaking my head, I stood and drained the last of my beer, putting the empty bottle down on the table before walking out to the smokers section outside. There were a few smokers in groups outside, girls in their short dressed huddling together for warmth as they clutched long and thin cigarettes. Some boys stood nearby and they watched the girls, occasionally one strut over to one of the girls to try his luck.

I rolled a joint quickly, no one gave me a second look as I lit up, taking a deep hit I closed my eyes and felt my body relax, the tension slowly leaving my body.

Opening my eyes, I saw a short dark haired girl walk out, she wasn't dressed like the other girls at the club. She wore a fitted black sequined dress that had a pattern of skulls and red roses on it, faux suspender tights with red studded lace up ankle boots and a leather jacket to match. She had heavy black eye makeup, red lipstick and a silver nose ring, her hair was fairly long and jet black, it was tousled and streaked with red.

She stood opposite me, not seeing or ignoring me as she got out a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, her hair fluttering around her in the light breeze. She was intriguing, she looked like she belonged at a rock concert rather than at this crap nightclub, you could say she was pretty. But between the studded shoes and skull design on her dress, the word didn't really fit her.

She got out a lighter and attempted to light the cigarette held in between her lips, it spluttered and gave up after a few tries, she shook it looking put out.

"Shit" she muttered and glanced up seeing me for the first time, leaning against the wall and looking at her. She had already caught me looking, so there was no point in pretending like I hadn't been looking, she smiled and the image of a succubus came to mind. She was definitely tempting and dangerous looking, I almost laughed at myself as she took a few steps towards me. "Got a light?" nodding I wordlessly, got out my lighter and she leaned forward as I flicked it on.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and I realised how tiny she was, she couldn't be more than five foot and her heels were ridiculously high. But she was still considerably shorter than my six foot five frame, I saw close up her near flawless skin and the sprawling black lines of a tattoo on the side of her neck, disappearing underneath the collar of her jacket.

Pursing her lips she took a slow drag as she leaned back, pulling the cigarette away as she let the smoke escape, her red lips parting and her dark green eyes looking right at me.

"Thanks, good looking" she said before taking another drag and taking a step back, smiling at me and all I could do was look back at her. This gorgeous tiny pixie, turning away from me as a guy with black hair and face full of metal spotted her.

"Ally" he said as he got near and she turned the seductive smile to him.

"Hey there" she said in a smooth, low voice and he smiled back and handed her a beer, taking the cigarette from her and taking a puff, before returning it to her. He draped an arm round her shoulder intimately and I looked away, smoking the rest of my joint as I heard them make out.

The other smokers were still there but my attention was on this girl in particular, I heard the sound of them kissing as they were only a couple of steps away from me and the music was just a dull thud once the doors were closed. I wasn't jealous I didn't know the girl well enough, but there was something alluring about her and her perfectly pouty lips.

Dropping the end to the floor and crushing it with the bottom of my shoe, I turned and went back inside.

It was approaching three in the morning when I got home, the house was quiet and I was wary of waking my parents. I had snuck out of the back door before as my bedroom was located right next to it but my parents' room was located upstairs, overlooking the front lawn. All they would have to do it glance out of the window and they would see me creeping out.

Additionally, I was kind of drunk and high, not a good combination when you are trying to sneak into a house at night. Going round and unlocking the front door with it only giving a slight squeak of protest, I padded inside and went to my room.

But one of the old floorboards let out a loud creak when I stepped on it and I froze, the house was quiet and I couldn't hear my mom or dad getting up.

My dad...

In my state, I had forgotten for a few blissful moments and it came crashing back to me.

Someone once wrote "It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up"

"And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things."

I still expected my dad to be here, like he had always been. I had never expected to have to readjust to the thought that one day he just wouldn't be there.

Moving away from the door of my bedroom I went to the living room, slowly moving one foot in front of the other until I was standing in front of my dad's chair. I sank into the couch beside the chair, staring at the spot intently as if I could make my father reappear, by sheer will.

I closed my eyes and opened them, seeing him sitting there looking at me.

"Where have you been?"

"Out" he raised an eyebrow.

"Does your mother know what you've been up to?" I shook my head.

"I don't think she even notices that I'm gone"

"She needs you now, more than ever son" I nodded and sighed deeply, leaning forwards and clasping my hands together as I looked down.

"I know"

"Are you angry at me?"

"No" I lied.

"I thought I raised you to be honest"

"Yeah, well you're gone now" I replied bitterly, standing up and turning my back to the chair, but then turning my head back to look at the now vacant chair.

It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is.

Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

Taking in a deep breath, I let it out slowly and left the front room.

~X~X~X~

I was largely silent, not that I was that talkative anyway. But I choose to blend in, I pulled the collar of my jacket up and stuffed my hands in my pockets. I stuffed my earphone into my ears and played Radiohead as I made my way to my art class, my head down I walked past other students quickly finding my class and slipping in, I took a seat by the back near a window.

I barely listened as Mrs Hines talked about the start of new term and what the course would be surmised of, blah, blah, blah. In the centre of the room was a bowl of fruit, we were to start with the basics and that started with a real life sketch of what we saw.

Sketchbooks and pencils came out and keeping my earphones plugged in, I took glanced at the bowl of fruit and got to it moving my pencil across the page. It didn't take very long and looking around the room, my eyes landed on a dark haired girl by the front of the room.

She was tiny and wore a black and white striped crop top, red skinny jeans and black heeled hitops. Her hair was straight and had red streaks in it, she also had the similar black eye makeup that she had the other time I saw her at the club.

She looked up at the same time, catching my eye she smiled at me before looking back down to her sketch.

After the class, I was the first one to leave and I spotted my cousin down the hallway, but she was in the middle of a screaming match with Emmett. So I headed the other way, towards my history class.

"Hey!" stopping and turning around, pulling out an earphone I saw the tiny dark haired girl coming up to me. "Hi"

"Hello?"

"I'm Alice Cullen, I could have sworn I've seen you before"

"Probably at The Moon Club" she arched a perfect eyebrow and a look of confusion crossed her features before she remembered.

"Oh right, I remember"

"You're new here?"

"Is it that obvious?" I glanced at the clothes she wore, the neon yellow and silver necklace she wore and the fistfuls of bracelets and rings.

"Yes" I said, looking down the hall then back at Alice Cullen.

"I'm making you late, aren't I?" I nodded and she looked somewhat amused. "Sorry about that, what do you have next?"

"History"

"Mr Saville?" I nodded. "God, you talk a lot" she joked, I didn't smile but scratched my forehead.

"I should get going" she nodded and took a step forwards in the direction I was headed in.

"Well let's go then"

"What?" she rolled her eyes but still smiled at me.

"I'm in the same class"

"Oh" we walked on and I went silent again, keeping one earphone out and glancing at the girl walking next to me. When we got to the classroom, she stopped and turned to look at me.

"I don't know your name"

"Jasper Whitlock"

"Nice to meet you Jasper"

Author's Note:

The next chapter is one of the Cullen's.

So...any thoughts?

Thank you for reading.