Hi guys! Here is an - I admit - quite boring and short chapter. Bring on the reviews ... * Sad face because someone doesn't get many reviews*

Walking back to the Denali's little mansion was a blessing and a curse. I didn't want to see them. I didn't want to smell them. Hell, I didn't even want to be in the same room as them. To feel their hatred fueled stares on me. It just made me irritated and full of the urge to strangle them one by one. I guess in less than a year most of my bad moods and anger would disappear. I was still a newborn.

I felt utterly relaxed at the moment, holding Jasper's hand as we walked back to the house on a human pace. His skin on mine was the best feeling ever. He felt soft and warm, not like we would feel to humans at all. The tranquility around us was so peaceful and it would all disappear as we were closer to the house with every passing minute.

Neither of us said something, but it wasn't needed. We were enjoying the silence, each of us occupied with our own thoughts. For the first time I felt happiness again. After my parent's death I died a little too. A piece of my was gone and it was hard to accept that at first. But I had no other choice than to accept. Life was dying and dying was life.

Sure I praised myself lucky I still had Terry. Every day. Over and over. But it was a hard time growing up. For both Terry and me. Terry went to community college. It wasn't his dream, but he had to. For me. Because a shitty degree was better than no degree. Terry was ambitious. Community college was not meant for him. He wanted to go to Washington University and study computer engineering. When he was not in school he worked shifts in a dinner to pay the bills. After 2 years he finished his program and got his associated degree in accounting. Straight from school he got a job in a small company in Portland. It payed the bills and he got a little room to save 50$ each month. But a yearly vacation and the newest clothes and gadgets were not for us anymore.

Me, I had an equally shitty time growing up. No more being picked up from school, but walking all the way home, every day. No matter if it was raining or snowing. No more being lazy. I learned how to mop the floor, how to dust off, how to do the dishes, how to change the sheets of our beds, how to do laundry. I learned all these things because I asked people how to do them, I didn't want help and by the time Terry got home all these things were done and he could go to bed, drained as he was.

We were lucky we got so many help from outsiders. Our aunt in Texas paid for Terry's school and offered to come to her in Houston which Terry politely declined. He could take care of me. He was 18 and he got custody over me. She couldn't come over to Forks because she had to take care of her mentally disabled son - our cousin-, changing environment would not be good for him.

Our neighbours came to visit us every day, sometimes bringing food for me and Terry. They invited us over with Thanksgiving and Christmas. They bought presents when it was my birthday. The local butcher often gave us a couple slices of cheese or ham for free. The local supermarket gave us the nearly expired canned food that was left over so we could cook. These little things people did helped us. Terry shoved his proudness away and accepted this help.

People pitied us. They saw two children without parents. The older one looking after the youngest the best he could. Two children that in their eyes needed help.

All these things stopped by the time I was 13 and Terry had met Valeria, a hairdresser from Portland. Terry lit up, a second salary came in and people saw we coped and would make it. And so life went on.

Terry would be devastated. My disappearance would be another punch to the face and it would slowly tear him apart. First our parents, than me. It wouldn't matter Valeria would be there. She would take care of him and do her best to keep reality from hitting him too much. But she couldn't stop the pain nor take it away.

And that single thought made my heart clench together painfully and a sob escaped my lips.

A wave of calmness crashed over me, pushing away the pain and the heartache. My muscles relaxed and Jasper wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I sniffed deep, his scent having a soothing way on me.

He stroked my hair and I had this feeling he understood what this pain was coming from.

" It will get better. Eventually he will move on." He whispered.

I knew his words were true. Eventually he would. He had no other choice. But he was in pain and he always would be.

I calmed down until I felt completely at ease. This was the reality.

Reality for me was that I was an emotional mess.

Reality for me was that when I would be in control I would check- up on him as long as he lived. Lurking in the shadows, keeping him safe.

Jasper said goodbye to the Denali's and thanked them for their hospitality while I stayed outside, arms crossed, watching them carefully. I still didn't like them, even though they took Jasper in. They were almost family to the Cullens, so I guess I had to live with them.

I gave the blond one who almost fried me alive and whose name I learned was Kate a dirty look from where I was standing.

We took Emmet's jeep, Jasper behind the wheel, because obviously I was a psychopath when it came to vehicles.

We made small talk while driving, kissing each other occasionally, the car never leaving an inch to the side.. Now that I had tasted his lips I had become addicted to them. The urge to kiss him never leaving me. Is this what mates felt? I was so lucky to have found mine so early in my new life, as some vampires have to wait decades even centuries before they come across their loved one.

I bit my lip and climbed on his lap.

" Babe, I have to tell you something." Fluttering with my eyelashes made me look more innocent as I started the conversation on how I crashed his beloved Ducati.

He smirked at me in response. " Really, babe? Popping the 'B'.

" Yeah, I kind of crashed uhm… your Ducati." I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for his reacting.

He started laughing. A sound I already liked.

I opened my eyes to peek. He didn't look mad at all, a genuine smile turning the corners of his lips upwards.

I frowned: " You're not mad? It's like 20,000 dollar burning on the side of the street."

" Baby…" I love how he called me baby. It made me melt inside. " I just buy another one." He said like it was that simple.

Ofcourse it was. The Cullens had enough money to provide a small country for one year. And that was just in their house alone. I didn't even want to know how many zero's there would be on the numerous bank accounts.

" Ofcourse you will."

His golden eyes sparkled. They were so pretty. I wished I had met the human Jasper. The amazing person who had been in the war, sacrificing his own life for the country…

This certain hunger rose inside me and I attacked his lips. Kissing him passionately.

" Are you sure, Edward?" Carlisle asked, worry written across his handsome features.

" Yes, I am. She smells like wolf and her thoughts are filled with images of him."

" It is dangerous for her to be near him. He turned not long ago. They are the most on edge then." Carlisle stated.

" Yes. But she is madly in love with him. He is her safe haven. What keeps her sane at this moment. He makes her forget the pain she is feeling."

" Does she know what he is? That she is his imprint?"

" Yes she knows. She often thinks about the moment he showed her what he was."

" Does she know what we are?" Carlisle asked, is voice still calm. Underneath the surface, worry started to rise.

" Not yet. I presume he hasn't told her the legend yet."

" Ok. Than I have one question. How are we going to tell this to Lexi?"