Disclaimer – I own none of the recognized characters from the Twilight series. Stephanie Meyer does (lucky bitch). I do however own the original characters and the plot line (it was a dream I had).
No criminal infringement intended.
Beta'd by Nikki_Chaos (Who purposely left a couple of spelling mistakes in the last chapter so I would learn a lesson. Sneaky madam she is)
I pretty much had this written yesterday so I decided to post it today as I am that nice and luckily my beta wasn't busy. And in case anyone was wondering THERE IS NO CULLEN'S in this story. Okay I am glad that is sorted.
I would like to thank Calliso for her review of the last chapter. It was very detailed and she held none of her opinions back which I liked, so thanks darling'
Also please Review, I really want to know what you all think, as silent readers make me upset as I never know what they like and don't like.
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For two days we journeyed in the car, two days I had to put up with my father saying this was going to be a brand new start, one we would all like. I feigned ignorance any time he brought it up but in reality I was as excited as he was, maybe more. Around three in the afternoon we pulled up to the house and my jaw drops slightly as I see the house. It was one that I used to pass as I walked home from school, I remember telling Jasper that I wanted to live in a house like it when I was older.
Looks like I got my wish.
I climb out of the car after my dad shuts it off and take out my earphones, grateful that I'd brought my laptop with me to keep it charged, as if that had died on me I would be booking myself into an insane asylum instead of college/university. I grab my bag from the back seat and trail behind my parents as we walk up to the front door. My dad pulls the keys out with a big grin on his face causing him to look younger then he is. He unlocks the door and pushes it open.
I shake my head and follow behind him into the house, a soft gasp escaping from behind my lips as I look around, the beauty of this old but modern house hitting me in the face like a ton weight.
"Your room is on the third floor baby girl" Dad smiles "You have a library, which also has a study area in it. Also your room has its own bathroom"
"Thanks dad"
He nods and heads outside to await the arrival of the U-haul vans, I walk over to the stairs and place my hand timidly on the mahogany banister and walk up, careful to judge each movement of my feet as falling up the stairs on the first day in the new house, really wouldn't be a good thing. Not to mention I would be really embarrassed. After tackling the first flight of stairs which takes me to the second floor I glance around and smile softly as I see the doors to each room open allowing me a glance into each of them. Each room as beautiful as the next yet I knew in the back of my mind my mother would be redecorating every room the first chance she gets.
I continue on my journey up to the third floor where my room is situated, each step I take careful and slow. As I reach my goal another I gasp as I see there are only two doors. I step towards the one closest to me and grasp the door handle twisting it before pushing against the wood door, letting it open and allowing my eyes to see what lies behind it. Another gasp leaves my lips as I take in the room before me, the walls adorned in a soft brown and cream paint, causing a sense of peace to emit around the room. A large bay window with a window seat rests to the right of me. I glance to the far wall, well the wall in front of me, and see a lard dark wood four poster bed leaning resting against the wall, the mattress bare awaiting the covers which complete it. As I look at the bed I feel a urge rise up within me, an urge to rum and jump on the bed, but knowing my clumsiness I would more then likely fall and cut my head open.
Yeah that wouldn't be a good thing.
I continue looking around the room, my eyes glancing over the bedside table, the dresser and also a pair of double doors which I presume to lead to the walk in closet, why is there a dresser and a closet. I shake my head from my musings and walk over to the other door in the room; I grasp the door handle and open the door, my mouth twitching in the corners to see it's a bathroom. Simple but pretty, just the way I like it. A knock comes to my bedroom door and I turn to see my mum leant against it a soft face gracing her aged face.
"Hey mum"
"Like your room" she enquires
"I do, I love it" I smile "Please don't change it"
"I wouldn't dream of it, this room is your own sanctuary"
"Thanks" I smile
"You're welcome sweetie, now the movers are here and I would ask you to help but we don't need any accidents"
I blush and look to the floor and she laughs "Why don't you check out the library honey"
I nod and she leaves and I sigh placing my bag on the floor near the dresser before heading out of the room and down the hallway to the only other door on this floor. I grasp the door handle and push the door open, gasping again at the sight before me. The walls were painted in a darker brown then the one in my room, against the wall to the left of me rested a large fire place with a desk in front of it. The whole scene reflecting something you would see in a movie, yeah them kinds of offices. I glance to my right and see rows and rows of books.
I take a cautious step forward and run my fingers over the books, smiling as see they range from history, to fiction. Everyone one of them being something I would loose myself in.
I would have to thank my dad later I muse as I continue looking. I find a book on the civil war and grab it and head over to the window seat, I settle myself into a comfy position and curl my feet under myself as I open the book and begin reading. Losing myself in the stories and information the book holds.
After finishing the book I glance down at my watch to see that three hours have passed. I laugh softly and stand from my seat, my knees buckling at the movement. After steadying myself I walk over to where I got the book from and place it back and head out of the room. I glance into mine and see covers now on my bed and empty boxes littering the floor.
I walk in and hear someone humming from the closet; I walk over to see my mum placing the last few items of clothing on the racks.
"Having fun" I tease
"Damn Nikki" she gasps turning to look at me
"Sorry mum" I smile
"I see you finally got your head out of your book, I did shout you three times but I should have known once you start reading there isn't much hope of me getting your attention"
"Sorry" I murmur looking down
"Don't be ashamed honey" she smiles
"Are you done" I curse under my breathe as I realize how bitchy that came across "Sorry mum, I meant are you finished as I would like to grab a shower and get out of these clothes"
"Don't worry honey, I know what you meant. And yes I am done"
"Thanks"
"I am going to be heading to the store to get some new things I want for the house, and your father has currently headed to the office to make sure everything is in order for his first day of work"
"He doesn't hold back does he" I muse
"No he doesn't" she laughs
I watch as she heads out of the room closing the door behind her and I walk inside the closet and grab some clothes, I head into the bathroom and set them on the counter before turning around to switch on the shower. As I wait for it to warm up I take off my rings and watch setting them on the counter before taking the hair tie out of my hair letting my brown hair fan over my shoulders.
I strip out of my dirty clothes and place them in the dirty hamper before stepping under the hot spray. I stand there for a few minutes letting the hot water soothe my muscles before setting about my task of getting clean. Seeing as it is still pretty early there is somewhere I want to go.
After doing everything that's needed in the shower I step out and warp a towel around my body before walking over the counter and plugging in my hair dryer. Once it's ready I begin drying my hair, smiling as the softness takes over the damp. Once done I get changed into my clothes, a simple pair of jeans, a shirt and sneakers. With underwear of course, I brush out my hair and let it drape over my shoulders and place my rings on leaving my watch on the side.
I head into my room and grab my bag and take out my laptop and set it on my bed, I grab my phone slipping it into my pocket and head out of the room and down the stairs, careful so that I don't fall. I really need to get used to these stairs. After reaching the bottom I listen to the sounds around me but I'm met with silence indicating that my mum has already left. I grab the keys off the side table near the door which I assume are for me and head out into the late afternoon air. I lock up the door and place the keys in my pocket before taking off in the direction I remember the park being.
I smile as I come across it, thankful that my memories are as vivid as I remember and head over to the empty bench. The bench where Jasper always sat as he awaited me to reach the park after school, I hear a cat call behind me and turn to see a man leering over me. I grumble and turn my head and sit down on the bench hoping to ignore him.
It's not like I'm a virgin and his advances repulsed me, well they did repulse me. But he isn't my type, but then again I really don't know what my type is seeing as I have only ever slept with two people and each of them I dated for a few months before sleeping with them. See I am not a whore.
I loose myself in my musings; my eyes rested forward as I sift through the memories of this place that still haunt me to this day.
Jasper's Pov
Missoula, Montana. One of the few places in the world I would rather not be. Last time I was here I had to let someone go who meant a lot to me, even more then even I wanted to comprehend. At the time she was only fourteen years old and as to not become a pervert or cradle snatcher I allowed myself to be her friend. After all she wouldn't want anything to do with me once she learns what I am and the things I have done in the past.
Whoa hold the phone, where did that thought come from, I haven't seen her in four years so what's to say I will ever see her again. And even more so what makes me even think she would want to see me again. I know we made promises to see her again but what is really is stopping us. I mean we didn't know where she was placed with her new family, and technically if she remembers us at all how the hell are we going to explain that we haven't aged in four years, and we still look like we did when she last saw us.
Nicole, the mere thought of her brings a smile to my face. The innocence that surrounded her was unbelievable but at the same time she had a good head on her shoulders, always cautious of the things around her. I remember the first time I met her as though it happened yesterday. Peter Charlotte and I were walking down a half abandoned street when we were assaulted with the strong scent of freshly spilt blood as well as another scent, a vampire. We raced forwards towards where the scent was and Peter attacked the vampire ripping his head off. We all stopped short as we saw a little girl no older then three lay on the cold floor screaming, a bite mark fresh on her shoulder.
I knew at that moment she had been bitten and was turning into one of us and I couldn't let that happen. Not only would she get killed but something in my cold un beating heart told me I had to save her. So after a not so silent argument with Peter and Charlotte I rushed forward and took her in my arms. Her brown eyes bore into my own as I told her I could talk her pain away and she nodded, placing her trust in me as I leant forward and placed my mouth over the mark. The minute her blood hit my tongue I was fighting a full fledged war against my inner monster on to not kill her intently. Obviously I won and was able to take the venom out of her system. Charlotte took her from me at that moment and headed to the hospital as I ran to the nearest forest and hunted.
I didn't see her again for ten years, until we came to Montana for the first time and I smelt her scent. I knew it was her, the perfect blend of coconuts and honey. I sat in a park with Peter and Charlotte, the rain hitting against our marble skin. As she passed us I felt curiosity fill her senses as she fought with herself to see who we were. I think her curiosity got the better of her as once she turned and her deep brown eyes met mine recognition filled her. I remember smirking at her fear of Peter and Charlotte until I remembered what had happened when she was three.
I knew when I became fast friends with Nicole that Peter had brought us here for a reason, a reason only he knew. But as Nicole soon became fast friends with him and Charlotte I knew he wouldn't let her go. She had warmed that dead heart of his and he was rather over protective, much like that of an older brother. Charlotte loved to sister/mother her but I don't think Nicole was merely bothered by it.
I'm broke from my musings as Peter lays a hand on my shoulder, his amusement at full force causing me to raise an eyebrow at him. He smirks and points before us, I turn and see that we are at the park, the park where we first met Nicole.
"Breathe in" he mumbles
I take a deep breath and taste all the scents in the air, my knees nearly buckle beneath me as one scent lingers on my tongue. Coconut and Honey, I begin searching around the park trying to find the owner of it and stop short as I see a girl, no older then eighteen with long hair sitting on the same bench we always sat at waiting for Nicole. She turns and her hair falls off her right shoulder and I stiffen as I realize exactly who it is.
"Nicole" I whisper
"She's beautiful isn't she" Peter smiles fondly "Defiantly grown into a looker"
"How did you know?" I ask
"No idea, I just knew someone from our past was going to be here. I didn't suspect it to be Nicole, not ever" he shrugs
"One day I'll know how you do that"
"I just know shit" he shrugs
I return my gaze to Nicole and smile softly as she gazes out in front of her, her eyes glazed over as though she's lost in her memories. She looks down at the table before moving slightly to take something out of her pocket which I recognize is a phone. She sighs softly and stands up, I find my eyes training on her body, my inner monster roaring at the sigh before me.
"Calm it major" Peter chuckles next to me
"Huh" Oh yeah that is real smart of me
"You're projecting"
"Oh sorry" I mumble looking down
"Come on let's head home before Charlotte comes looking for us, we cant be near Nicole yet until we know what we are going to tell her about us not aging" he exhales softly "As something tells me she wont stand for secrets"
I nod and trail behind him, my thoughts otherwise occupied on the human girl who has once again walked into my life and stole my attention, even if she doesn't know it yet.
But she will, all in due time
So I included Jaspers Pov in this one, what did you think. And I don't know where the Peter 'I just know shit' came from, probably from all the stories I've read on here.
Also a link to Nicole's outfit is on my profile and you'll see that I used Nina Dobrev; well that is who I chose Nicole to look like.
Anyway Review and let me know what you liked, what sucked donkey balls and what I can improve.
Lauren
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