ARISSA'S POV

"Fine, I'm out!" Mimi said, finally tapping out. I've had her in a headlock for the past fifteen minutes. I'm surprised it took her that long to give up. Usually she just got bored and didn't bother trying to find a way out. It was probably because her brother was watching.

"Oh yeah! That's what I'm talking about!" I yelled in excitement. I didn't usually gloat like this, but it was pretty exciting. Especially since none of the boys thought I was going to be able to pull through and win. Yeah, well, they were wrong. Horribly wrong. "Guess we're gonna be in-laws, huh Mia?" I asked her, pulling her off of the ground.

"Yeah. In-laws." She grumbled, then turned to me and asked, "Rematch?"

"Maybe some other time. I've got some catching up to do with my big bro." I smiled. She looked at me like I was going to kill her in her sleep.

"Please don't leave me alone with him," She whispered to me. Was it really that bad?

"You won't be alone, Emmett and Lay are right over...gone. Never mind. Yeah, you'll be alone. Sorry, I don't hate my brother. Yet."

"What do you mean, yet?" She asked me. I held a little grudge ever since I found out what really happened to my mom and dad, but it wasn't anything like what Mimi and Jazz had going down. That was some serious sibling rivalry.

"I haven't caught up with him yet. If he's related to Mary, I can't like him for too long, can I?" I rambled. Mimi rolled her eyes.

"You're related to Mary, Riss." She pointed out.

"Yeah, and I hate myself." I said, walking inside before anyone could ask any questions.

MIA'S POV

I had no response to that. I followed Riss inside, but she shut the door in my face and pointed to Jasper, who was sitting on the back patio in a chair, twiddling his thumbs. I guess some things just don't change. The sad thing is, is that two hundred years ago, I wouldn't have thought twice about talking to him and catching up. It was a normal part of our day. We were that close.

"I can not believe she just did that." I growled to myself, letting the anger build inside of me.

"I can. Brother and sister are fighting, the brother is her boyfriend, the sister is her best-friend, and she just wants everyone to get along. It's a common problem with teenagers." Jasper rambled. Well isn't he just the smartest kid on the block.

"Okay, Sherlock, whatever." I grumbled. She may hate the fact that I can't stand Jasper, but I was here first. She can't just ditch me because my brother is better looking, or whatever her excuse is going to be.

"What did I do to make you hate me so much?" He mused, I raised my eyebrows at him in true astonishment. Did he really not know?

"No, I understand the anger, but not the hate. I have always understood that you probably never would've forgiven me, but I never thought it would amount to this. This isn't anger, or denial, this is true hate. I made a mistake, yes, but you don't even have the slightest bit of positive emotion towards me, and I don't understand." He told me. Was it really that bad? Did I really hate him that much? Yes, I was pissed at him for leaving me like that, but was it worth all of this?

"You left me," He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off, "I asked you for one thing before you left, Jasper, and that was to let me say goodbye. Let me have closure. I was so young, and you just left. You never came back. Even as a vampire, you never came back. You left me there to die. You knew, too. That's the worst of it. You knew about everything, and you never thought to tell me of your existence. That maybe, you were actually still alive. That maybe, there was hope for me."

"How did you know that I was watching you?" He asked me. I didn't even put all of the pieces together until now.

"December 12, 1902. Battle of Sharron's Peak. I lead my army in east, through the mountains. And I saw you. I didn't recognize you at first, but then I did, and I was scared. I thought that I was going crazy, that maybe all the fighting was catching up with me and it was a sign to end it. I almost killed myself in that battle because of you. I kept seeing you around, I started to get self-conscious. It was you, but it wasn't. There was no color, no life to you. It was the Jasper looks that I remembered, just not the smile. You were cold, you were hollow. You weren't warm and solid like I remembered. I saw you as a ghost. Seeing you today, it made me realize that it wasn't a ghost, it was really you. You just weren't a ghost, you were a vampire." I said, sitting on the ground next to him.

"I'm sorry." He said. I felt like all he was doing was apologizing, but that wasn't going to help anything. I still wasn't going to forgive him. Years of pain, months of sleepless nights. Night terrors. I stopped eating. Even after I was changed, I couldn't think of him because it brought back all those memories. I almost forgot about him all together, but that scared me even more so I allowed the memories to come back one-by-one. Slowly. Carefully.

"It doesn't change anything, sorry." I said, and ran into the woods. Arissa couldn't stop me there.