Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I again do not own Twilight. I do own Winter and her daughter and parents.

As Winter walked into the house her father caught a hold of her arm.

"Prudence." She whispered, not wanting her daughter to see her like that.

"Sleeping. Now your punishment..." He trailed off thinking, "AHA I know come

with me."

He pulled her into his room and raped her again. As she got up and dressed he

said, "Oh and you can't see this Mr. Whitlock. Again. Did you hear me?" He

asked when she didn't reply. Winter nodded yes. "Leave now, I don't want to see

you anymore tonight. Good night Elisabeth." "Good night, father."

She ran back into her room and started to cry. For it was her birthday and she had

been violated again. Thank goodness she had her period a couple of days before.

No child this time. Her sobs got quieter as she got more tired. Jasper had fed

before he popped into her room. His startling red eyes widened. "Winter," he

whispered.

He moved closer to Winter. She looked up and winced at the eyes. He looked

away. "What happened?" He asked. "Go away, I don't want you to see me like

this." Said Winter trying to push him away. Jasper placed a kiss on her head.

"You're not going to get rid of me that easily." he said. "Jasper I just want to die.

My father raped me again. And its my birthday." Another sob racked her body.

Jasper's arms gently wound around her slight frame.

He felt determination flow through him. She peeked up at him. "Jasper will you

change me?" She asked in a small voice. Jasper stiffened and backed away. "No."

He said between clenched teeth.

She walked up to him, "Please. Jasper I need to escape from this hellhole. This

could be the only way. We could be together forever. Its either this or dying." She

said. "You don't even have a weapon." He said calling her bluff. Winter pulled

away and walked to her bedside table. She pulled out a dagger and put it twords

her chest. "If you don't change me I will kill myself." As if to prove her point she

put it closer if possible to her chest. A squeak left her lips.

Jasper looked exhausted. "Fine give me that dagger," Jasper thought for a second,

"one second thought you have to marry me first. And give Prudence up for

adoption." Jasper was smug because he knew that Winter would never give up her

daughter but she surprised him by saying. "Alright fine." She gave him the dagger

and sat down on her bed.

Jasper looked frustrated, "Go to bed I'll watch over you," he felt her frightened feelings.

"And I'll be here when you wake." "Okay." she shut her eyes and slept.

Prudence woke up around seven, Jasper bundled her up and cradled her so Winter could catch up on sleep. Winter woke up around seven thirty wondering why Prudence wasn't crying. She sat up and looked around and saw Jasper holding her. Winter gave him a quizzical look.

"I thought you should sleep in. She's not that hard to take care of." said Jasper. Winter walked over and took her daughter in her arms. "My baby is well behaved. Thank you," she said staring into his red eyes. "But now I'm late for making breakfast for my family. If you'll excuse me..." She trailed off and walked to her bed putting on a robe over her nightgown and opened the door to walk out when Jasper said, "Pack your clothes, yell my name and we'll run away. Today." Winter's look was searching for some kind of bluff but she saw none and smiled. "Alright go... wait," she grabbed some peasant gowns and put them in a bag with a couple of pairs of kid boots, "Bring this with you so I don't have to carry anything extra."

Jasper took the bag and ran out of the window. Winter preceded downstairs. She had just started to put breakfast on a plate on her father's spot as her father sat down. "Good morning, Father." Said Winter. "It is a good morning isn't it?" Winter nodded and started to feed Prudence. "So how did you and Mr. Whitlock meet?" Mr. Holt asked. "I'd rather not talk about it." Winter bristled. "Well I do. So where and when?" "In the forest when you were chasing me drunk." Said Winter hesitantly. Mr. Holt took a deep breath. "Father why don't you eat?" Mr. Holt nodded and started to eat.

Winter started to feed herself and Prudence. When Winter was done she picked up Prudence and brought her to her room. Winter changed herself and her daughter. She put some clothing of Prudence's in a bag with a letter saying :
This is my daughter Prudence Whitlock. She is 3 years old, able to feed herself and and she is loving and this pains me to do, but I have to let her go. My name is Winter Whitlock. I hope she finds a good home. Keep an eye on her for me. I want to come back for her but alas I cannot. Tell her that I love her and I never regretted having her I just regretted how she was conceived. To Prudence.. I'm sorry. I hope that I'll be able to talk to you and tell you about me and your namesake, my mother, your Grandmother. Love your mother, Winter Whitlock.

There were tear streaks on her cheeks as she finished the letter. She packed the bag and put in a picture of her and Prudence. She picked Prudence up and said, "Tis the last time you will see me, my darling daughter. I love you. And I will for the rest of my eternal life."

Mr. Holt looked up from the book when she entered the living room, "What is with the bag? Where are you going?" Winter lifted her chin and said, "I'm off to marry Jasper." Mr. Holt got up angrily and Winter bolted out of the house with her father on her heals. "JASPER!" She yelled. Jasper popped out of nowhere and cradled Winter like she was cradled Prudence and Jasper ran at inhuman speed to Sheffield England.

Jasper put them down as soon as they were safe. "Why are you crying?" He asked. "I wrote a heart felt letter for Prudence and the orphanage were giving her too. But first... we have to get married I gave her your last name."

Jasper took her hands. "Okay whatever you say." "Let us find a church." They found a minster and he married them. After she had his ring on her finger she pulled him out of the church. "Okay next is Prudence. Let us find an orphanage."

They walked and walked at a normal human pace which bothered Jasper but he bit his tongue.

After what seemed like hours of walking they found an orphanage. It was a cloudy day but still light out and they knocked on a huge door.
A nice plump lady with blond hair opened the door.
"Hello how may I help you?" The lady asked. "Hello my name is Winter Whitlock, this is my daughter Prudence, and my husband Jasper. This is the best I can do for my daughter I brought a letter for her but you can read it too. My daughter is in danger please don't let anyone with the last name Holt adopt her. My husband will come by later with another picture for her." Winter put Prudence in the plump lady's arms.
"Good - bye, my daughter. Jasper will be here in three days time." Winter finished telling the plump lady. "Bu-" the lady started to protest. "Good - bye." Winter took Jasper's hand and they walked the opposite way.

As soon as they were out of eyesight, Jasper picked up Winter. "Now let us find somewhere for you." He whispered huskily. Winter giggled. He ran with her to a cabin and laid her on a bed. "I'm not going to lie to you. This will hurt." She looked up at him, trust radiating from her. "Okay."

With that said Jasper leaned down and bit her throat. Winter gasped in pain. Jasper bit her wrist, behind the knee and her femoral artery on her inner thigh. "I'm sorry for hurting you." But Winter wasn't listening she was in anguish.

Jasper sat with her helping her by keeping her emotions calm.

Almost three days later...

Her heart was racing like a racehorse... her breathing spiked... her senses strengthened. She felt like death. In fact she would've welcomed it. "Th- thump. Th- thump. Th- thump." went her beating heart.

Her breathing spiked even more. Her heart was trying to win a race that she would lose. Her body ached but didn't burn. Jasper helped alot.
Her mind opened to other things. She was able to communicate but not that well. Most of the time she ended up screaming out in pain and Jasper would apologize over and over.

"Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Ker-Thump." went her last heart beat. She didn't breath.

She opened her eyes and saw colors. Light blues, dark blues, purples and her eyes moved to Jasper. She looked at his neck and saw scars. Her muscles bunched and she prepared to attack but Jasper made her feel calm. "Our venom is the only thing that leaves scars." she looked at him some more and gasped. "How many vampires bit you?" She asked listening to her bell like voice. "One changed me. But many in all tried to kill me." Winter clutched her throat.

"Your thirsty. Lets hunt." He put his hand in hers and they ran to the nearest town away from where Prudence was. They hunted till they were both full. Jasper took a picture of Winter and ran it down to the orphanage and gave it to the nice plump lady and then ran back to Winter not wanting to leave her side.

They lived together for 80 years watching over Prudence. Prudence was 84 and in the hospital. Winter went to visit her. She opened the door. "My lovely daughter." She said and Prudence opened her eyes. "My name is Winter Whitlock." Prudence swallowed. "Your my mother?" Winter nodded. "But your so young and I'm so old." Winter took a deep breath. "I went though this process to become a vampire." Prudence gasped. "Are you here to change me?" Winter shook her head. "You need to follow your husband in heaven. Your children need to see you there too when they join you. I just wanted you to see me, hear my voice and my ice cold touch, I wanted you to hear my story." Prudence nodded, listening and she told her story.

"I saw you grow up. I went to your wedding. I was in the trees. I was so proud of you. But I must go. I love you as I have my whole life." She left after leaving a kiss on Prudence's forehead.

Prudence died later that night...

That very same night Jasper left Winter.

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