Hey guys just wanted to say thanks for the reviews! And no this isn't a one shot hence there being another chapter for you! Hope you love it! And even if you didn't like my story I would keep writing it cause I just feel like it! Also since this is my first fanfic I couldn't get how to actually put in the next chapter . . . but as you can see it's here! lol. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything and everyone that can be identified as her own, but the rest is mine!

When I walked down the stairs everything that had been packed into the mini-van was scattered all over the empty living room. "Uh . . . Mom how did all this stuff get out of your car so quickly?" I asked amazement and curiosity evident in my voice.

Mom came out of the kitchen with a relieved expression. "Some of our new neighbors were very kind and offered to help. One of the boys are outside, waiting for you to unlock the door to your car. So go help him help you!" She seemed slightly stressed, but I had total sympathy for her. I get the same ways on unbearably long car rides.

"Yes, mom," I said smiling. She smiled back, apologetically.

I made my way outside to be met by an unbelievably gorgeous teenage boy, leaning on my car. The picture of ease. He was tall and lanky, with blond hair. When he heard my non to silent approach he opened his eyes, they were a butterscotch color. Hmm, interesting. He smiled at me, then suddenly his mouth dropped open in undeniable surprise, but most of all shock. He recovered quickly from whatever he was suffering, and smiled again. But I could see sad remorse in those beautiful eyes.

I beeped my car open and looked up at him again. "Hello, my name is Beth Sparks. You?"

"I'm Jasper Hale," his voice was beautiful. No surprises there. "Nice to meet you," he mumbled something under his breath that I nearly missed. Again. Again? What was that supposed to mean? I shook his hand that he offered, trying to unravel this new mystery.

He opened the trunk to my car while I opened the passenger side door, and pulled out my backpack. Once that was slung over my shoulder I joined him at the trunk, to help him. But when I looked down into the dark pit I realized that it was empty except for a few pocket knifes that I never went without, because I sometimes decide to have an unplanned camping trip. There was a secret compartment that held my two tents, one was a spare.

I looked at Jasper and gasped in amazement. Holy crow! How is he managing five stuffed to the brim, boxes and my suitcase?!

He saw me looking at him in disbelief, and he chuckled as he said, "Trust me you haven't seen nothin' tell you meet Emmett."

I gulped, "Uh, do I want to meet Emmett?"

Jasper thought about that for a second, and smiled. "Yeah." I nodded but he wasn't finished yet. "If you like bone crushing bear hugs!"

I thought about that, running my hands through my silky black hair, in mock desperation for inspiration (Haha! It rhymed!). "I think I can deal with that."

"Good cause your in for a lot of them," he said as we made our way to the door. I still couldn't help but look at him like he was sprouting wings, when he could carry all that stuff without breaking a sweat. We made it to the front porch, and I couldn't help it any longer.

"Come on, let me at least carry one box and my suitcase. Besides if my mom sees you carrying everything she'll freak and will no doubt give me a lecture about how guests shouldn't be turned into servants!"

"Alright," he said in fake sadness. "Get rid of my fun, that I rarely have, by the way!"

I only laughed as I took my suitcase and a box from his arms that were not even straining. I knocked on the door, finding that my arms were full. That was pretty stupid, I thought to myself. Collin, mercifully opened the door for me and Jasper. Then unmercifully he slammed it right in my face.

"Collin! You ungrateful little brat! Come back here right now or else your not getting a ride to school!" The door opened again. I knew that would have worked, but it wasn't Collin who had opened the door. It was the boy from the picture. He looked slightly panicked. His bronze hair was in more disarray than in the picture. His eyes were golden, and held fear. But for some reason, I knew that fear was not for himself, but for someone else. He was a head taller than me, and was just a foot away. He breathed out a calming breath.

I gasped, his breath it was so beautiful. The best thing I had ever smelled. I suddenly felt a need, a want for this handsomely gorgeous guy. Suddenly I heard barfing sounds slightly behind me. I turned my head reluctantly to see Jasper poking a finger in his mouth and making barfing sounds.

I turned back to the boy, after glaring knives at Jasper of course. "Is he always this animated?"

He smiled, amused. "Nope," he stuck out his hand at me. "I'm Edward Cullen, Jasper's brother."

I shook his hand, and realized that I was confused. "Uh . . . You both have different last names . . . ."

Jasper laughed, "Yes, we do, that's because we're adoptive brothers."

"Oh," was all I could say. Duh, I berated myself. What did you become stupid during that car ride?! I walked in as Edward, moved back to let me in, and Jasper followed.

"Give me those," Edward said, rather forcefully but still kindly, as he began to take the box and suitcase out of my hand. I was all for it when my selfless self took over.

"No I couldn't let you. Besides you don't even know where my room is," I stated triumphantly.

Edward chuckled, but I could help but notice that his gears in his head were moving way to fast. "The last person who lived here was a good friend of ours, we know more about this house than you do."

I was defeated. "Fine. But I'm not ready to go into the kitchen with my parents so I'm coming with you," I said crossing my arms across my chest, daring them to deny my right to come up to my own room.

They only laughed their okays. I followed Edward up the stairs with Jasper behind me. I was surprised when Edward deftly maneuvered to my room, with such grace that I was nearly knocked unconscious. Finally I made to my room without falling over. Again there was nothing in the room. Except the CD player and the pictures I had left out in the open. I was about to bolt for them, but the two boys had already seen them. Jasper only deposited the box's beside the door and walked out, chuckling along the way, "Here we go again." Edward sagged slightly, as he put down my things. He turned to me, and his face was apologetic.

"Yes that boy in that picture is me," he said answering my first unasked question. "The girl was my . . . girlfriend, Bella Swan."

My eyebrows furrowed, that name sounded really familiar. "Bella Swan, as in my aunt, Bella Swan? The one who lives on the reservation here with, Uncle Black?"

Edward suddenly became rigid at the mention of that name. "She married Jacob?" his voice held sadness, as he sank down to sit on the floor. He picked up the picture with Bella in it, as he looked at her longingly, I realized that I was getting sucked into some supernatural struggle. Awesome!!

I sat down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Yes," was all I could say.

When I said those words his body began shaking under my arm. I looked at his facing and realized that he was crying. Only there were no tears. Suddenly I began to feel my hand becoming cold, on his shoulder. My mind rewinded back to when I had visited Uncle Black many years ago. He told us stories. One of them was about the Cold Ones.

I gasped, pulling my hand away from him. But I wasn't afraid of him, I was fantasized. I wanted to know more about him. Suddenly I remembered Aunt Bella crying when Uncle Black had told this story, smiled.

"You know what I think?" Edward looked up from his hands where his hands had been buried. He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue. "I think the Bella Swan still loves her vampire."

He stared at me in disbelief, "But she married that dog. She loves him." Then he screwed up his face, "Did you just call me a vampire?"

"Did you just call my Uncle Black a dog?" I challenged.

That made him laugh, "You're even faster than Bella. It took her at least a couple months to figure me out! How did you do it?"

"Don't werewolves tell stories?" I stood up and found one of my boxes named junk. I opened it and pulled out a hand made jewelry box. It was my favorite.

I sat back down next to Edward opened the box. Inside there was of course jewelry, but there was also a secret compartment. I quickly found it and opened it, pulling out a repeatedly folded and unfolded slip of paper. On it was the familiar chicken scratch of my Aunt Bella. I handed to him.

He took a fleeting glance of me, slightly nervous. I nodded in encouragement and I began reading along with him over his shoulder.

Dear Elizabeth,

I here you are moving to Forks, Washington in a couple of years. I can't wait until I can see you again. You remind me of me sometimes, and it's fun to have a twin. Uncle Jacob says hi by the way.

Okay, this is going to be kind of difficult for me to say, so bare with me. When I was seventeen I fell in love with a vampire. You are aware of the stories your uncle has told you. Let me tell you this: they are real. His name was Edward Cullen. He had left me, but I thought it was because he had stopped loving me. But as I grew older I realized that I was wrong, he had left because of a terrible accident that had happened during my eighteenth birthday. He was scared for my safety and he loved so much that he decided that I shouldn't be involved with vampires anymore.

This is my request for you, Beth. Please love him, love him for me, show him that people can be reincarnated into another, because the Bella he had once knew is no more, what is left of her is a scarred version of myself. The rest is in you. You're me, only with an annoying little brother. Please tell him that I never stopped loving him. Tell him it is possible to love more than one person.

P.S. Tell Jasper that I don't blame him for anything.

Love, Aunt Bella

Gasp! Hope you liked it. That letter was unexpected, for me and for you! Haha! I'll try to update often, but it's kind of hard with the whole really stupid school stuff, so I'm trying! Please review! OH and do you get it when Edward had opened the front door, all frightened and stuff? If not, it's because Beth's voice sounds just like Bella's and he thought it was Bella. Sry Edward. See ya.