"I am sorry my love but I must go. I am needed."

"But they can do without you. They have many others. I need you."

"Annabelle, I must go. I will be okay and I will come back to you. We will get married just like we planned. Everything will be okay, my darling."

"I love you Jasper."

"I love you to Anna."

And so he kissed me once last time before he rode off into town. He means everything to me. He is my world. I just hope he comes back. I need him so badly.

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But that was the last time that I ever saw him. He was killed in action a few months later. I will always remember his honey blonde hair and his beautiful green eyes. My engagement ring and the locket he gave me with his picture in it are the only things that I have that he gave me. From the day that I heard he died, I kept them close. They were the only things that gave me some semblance of sanity.

But then one day, a few months after I learned of his passing, I was in town doing errands for my mother. While walking into town, I swore I saw him in the forest. I look again and he was gone. I ran to where I saw him. I was positive I did. But when I got there, he was nowhere to be seen. But that smell. He was here, I knew it. I could never forget the way he smelled. But why would he run away when he saw me? Why would he leave?

It was after that day, that I became obsessed. I knew I saw him, there was no doubt in my mind. But everyone else thought I was crazy. "He's dead. He died in the war," they would all tell me. But they didn't know, they didn't see him. They never loved him like I did.

Not too long after I had seen him. It became too much. I could not handle living without him. I was conflicted. Everyone thought he was dead, but I was positive that I saw him. I couldn't live a normal life. I couldn't see what I could do to get over the love I had for him. As sad as it was, I decided I didn't care anymore. I didn't want to live without him.

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So, I walked up the nearest mountain, not caring who saw me, not caring is someone tried to stop me. I had to try. This was my one way out. For hours, I sat on the cliffs. I was taken there as a young girl. So many happy memories were made there, but even those memories could not help me. With a final push of resolve, I jumped. The wind rushed passed me. Even with death near, I felt happy. I would finally be rid of this pain of not having him, or not being with him.

The pain was immense as I reached the ground. I was positive, almost every bone in my body was broken. Blood was slowly pouring out of me. I wasn't dead immediately but sooner rather than later, I was sure I would die.

Just as my vision was fading, I saw a face. Beautiful golden eyes filled with sorrow hovered above me. I smiled lightly with the last of my energy. At least there was someone who felt something about my death.

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But death did not come for me. Only darkness, painful burning darkness. I knew I was not dead but I did not know what was happening. It was unbearable. I wished for death. I wished for something where I would not be haunted by the memory of him, of Jasper Whitlock.

How long that darkness surrounded me, I had no idea. But slowly the pain was ebbing away. I could feel I was getting movement back to my body, but there was no way I was going to chance moving, not until I could move one hundred percent freely.

There it was. I opened my eyes. Everything was the same, yet it was so different. I could see the same trees, the same mountains. But now I could see every detail; every single vein on a leaf hundreds of feet away, the rocks on the top of the cliff, the dirt in the air, everything was so much clearer then I could have imagined. For a few minutes, I was paying attention to the surrounding. Only after a bit did I realize that I had not taken a breath since I awoke. The thought of it was slightly disturbing but it only took me to thinking that my heart had not beat either.

How could I be alive if my heart did not beat and my longs did not need air? As I was contemplating that question, that man came into view. He was concerned and yet happy, unsure, mad. How I knew this? I did not know. I just felt them, tasted them. I tilted my head. He wasn't breathing and his heart did not beat. What happened to me must have happened to him at one point. "Miss, my name is Charles."

"What happened to me?"

"You must have falle…"

"I did not fall."

Surprise and curiousity. But he did not question yet. "I saved you."

"What if I did not want to be saved?"

He ignored my comment. "You are now a vampire."

"No…I…they are not real. I cannot be."

"But you are. What is your name?"

"Annabelle."

He smiled at me gently.

It was just the beginning. As much dismay as I had, I could not easily be killed. I had to deal with the never ending heart-ache of never having Jasper again. But I had the ring and the locket. As much as it hurt to have them, I could not put myself to throw them out. Over time, I grew to love the lifestyle. I saw so many things I could have never imagined. Charles had become like a father to me. As much as I first despised him for taking death away from me, he was my comfort in this life. He taught me everything about being a vampire, even that I didn't have to feed off humans. And to others point of views, he was my father. I even took his last name to keep the façade real. I became known as Annabelle Cooper.

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But it was many years later, in the 1910's that we went our separate ways. It was not that we did not care for one another but he found his mate and I didn't want to get in the way. I always keep in contact with him though. He, even after all these years, is still my support and my comfort. And he understood that when I left, I changed my last name again. But it was not to hurt him. It was to give myself a new start with old memories.

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All my memories came to me so easily as I walked around this forest. I was not hunting but if an opportunity came along, I would take it. As much as I tried to think about Charles and the times that I shared with him, my mind would always go back to Jasper. It had been over a century since I had seen him but my heart belonged to him. There was no wonder to why I had never taken to someone. They were not him.

My thoughts were suddenly broken by noises about three hundred yards away; voices, a male and a female. I moved closer, trying to hear whether or not I needed to worry. "Bella, you need to hunt before you see your father. You cannot chance it."

"I know, Edward. I know. Closest thing I like, elk."

A smile hit my face. Vampires, and ones like me too. I waited. I knew they would come back to this area. I had a good feeling they would.

And I was right. About an hour later they were nearby again. But this time, I didn't try to hide myself. And sure enough I heard them try to find me. Their voice told me so, as well as their feelings. Gold eyes, beautiful hair, perfect skin, absolutely stunning. The moment they saw me, they knew too. "Hello. I'm Edward Cullen, this is my wife, Bella."

"Very honored to meet you two." My southern accent coming out more than I expected.

"What is your name?" the woman named Bella asked me.

"Annabelle. Annabelle Whitlock."

The mention of my newest last name shocked them, as if they knew something. They seemed to think they held it well but they did not know of what I could do.

There was silence for a little while. It was as if they were trying to figure something out. "There are more of us in our coven. I am sure the rest of us would like to meet you. Would you mind?"

"Not at all. You two seem trustworthy, which is a surprise with most of the others I have met."

And so we left, walking to the house they lived in. All the while, we talked a little bit. I told them of Charles and how I left. They told me of how they met and of their child, which intrigued me greatly.

So engrossed in talking to these two, I did not notice the house until we were at the door. I knew I would have more time to look at it so I did not worry about that. Being a gentleman, Edward let Bella and myself in first. I took in the house and it's openness; so very beautiful and freeing. It was to the living room where a group of people waiting. A smell came upon me, something I came across a few times before. "Who's the wolf?"

A tan man with short hair and a tattoo on his shoulder nodded. "No offense to you but could you keep your distance for a little bit, until I get desensitized to your scent."

He nodded again, understanding I wasn't coming from a bad place.

Looks came upon me as I studied the faces of those around me. There was no one that I had met in previous travels. A blonde man, seeming to be the leader of the group stepped forward. "May I ask how you came by here?"

"Just traveling through trying to find a new place to settle."

"My name is Carlise Cullen."

And so the introductions began. There was Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Kieran, Reneesme, and Jacob, the wolf. There was one more but they said he was out hunting and should be back soon.

Just after Jacob was introduced, Reneesme came over to me. She raised her arms up and I knew to pick her up. She was absolutely adorable, a perfect combination of her parents. I smiled as she placed a hand on my face. It surprised me when I saw the moment she first saw me. It was different, but nice, to see myself from another's point of view. "Well aren't you a special one."

"Yes." She said smiling and nodding.

I placed her back on the ground and she went straight back over to Jacob. "We never did catch your name." Carlisle said so graciously.

"Annabelle. Annabelle Whitlock."

Again, a big reaction to my last name. They knew something I didn't. But I wasn't going to push it, not yet atleast.

I began to speak to Carlisle when a noise from outside came about. The last one was finally back. I was intrigued as to who this man might be. We all waited until he came closer to the house. Just as he was walking to room, Carlise spoke, "This is…"

"Jasper?"

It was him. After all these years, it was him. "Annabelle, is that really you?"

I nodded, not knowing what else to say. If vampires could cry, I would be balling right now. Without a second thought, I went to him and hugged him for dear life. I gave up on finding him when I tried to kill myself. Never did I think I would ever see him ever again and yet here he was in my arms. "What happened to you Jasper? I was told you were killed." I whispered into his chest.

"That was what I had to let them believe. I was changed. I couldn't chance being around you. As much as I needed you, as much as I love you, I couldn't stand the thought of possibly killing you. How did you…?"

"I tried to kill myself and a man named Charles found me. He saved me. I missed you so much Jasper. Never did I think I would ever see you again."

"Neither did I, Love, neither did I. I thought you would have died many years ago."

I couldn't believe it.

The silence and shock from the others was blatantly obvious. I did not let go as I looked to the others. I thought I lost him before and now I was not going to let go. No one knew what to say for a moment. "This is the Annabelle?" Alice spoke.

"Yes. This is Annabelle Thompson."

"I thought you said your name was Whitlock?" Reneesme asked.

A surprised look was on Jasper's face. "Little Nessie, I was born Annabelle Marie Thompson. When I was changed, I took on the name Annabelle Cooper. And when I left Charles, my creator, I took on the name Whitlock."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because," I said turned back to face him, "I loved you then Jasper, and I still love you. I never forgot about you, not once."

So I took my necklace from under my shirt. It was the locket and my engagement ring on a chain. "You still have them?"

"I never could make myself throw them away. You were my everything, my life, my love, my world. I could nev…"

He silenced me by placing a finger gently on my lips.

I looked him in the eyes. Love. That was all I felt, until his lips touched mine. Bliss, perfect, stunning, absolutely amazing, bliss. Soft and gentle, but yet so much passion. He pulled away only to place his forehead on mine. "I promise you Annabelle, one day, I will make promise on that ring."

"I know, Jasper. I know."

And it was the truth. From this moment on, I was never going to let him go. I lost him once and I was never going to lose him again. So I pulled him in, kissing him once more. A kiss I missed, a kiss that would be one of many, many more to come.