Hello everyone, and I have a little announcement to make. I'm sorry if the updates don't come as quickly as they used to. My summer break just ended, so now school is my first priority, and I'll try and update as soon as I can. Sorry if it take longer than usual. I'll try, but please please please try and be patient.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, but sometimes I get Jasper on the weekends ;D Me and Alice share custody.

Team Seth: Yah, Mike is pretty comical. He's kind of cute in Eclipse though, and Eric looks better too. And yeah, I wanted to add some other-boy-romance-and-jealousy-issues. Whoo, that was along one.Luli Cullen: Yeah, David is supposed to be a little conceited, and Alexandra was having a bad day too. Though, I roughly based him off Orlando Bloom. Aha, YUM. Fanpire.x: Yeah, it was time for Jasper to step up to the plate. I wanted him to finally take action. It was time. After all, eleven chapters were too much non-Jasperness. Loveheart41:Yay! The dates not in this chapter, but maybe in the next. It's going to happen when Bella and Edward are on their hike. Sweetie, who doesn't like Southern boys? Bakura-Kitten09:Aww, thanks! Is it really that good? Thanks, I love Jasper OC fic's, and another good one is in my fave list, check it out. It's really cool, it's called "Moonlight". It's really good. Phantomhawk-writer: Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanks soooooooooooooooooo much. Jasper is pretty cute. Do you think he's too much like Edward? I tried to make him different. He's kind of possessive, and not that patient.

This was probably one of the longest weeks of my life. On Monday, Jasper and I passed notes all class, and he flashed me that smile that made me want to melt into a pile of mush, but didn't, I'm way too proud for that. He had been watching me all week -Jasper, I mean - like a leopard stalking an impala, like a shark stalking a tuna, like a clown stalking . . . . cotton candy or human souls or whatever it is that they eat. When I told Bella that I had a date with Jasper next weekend on the way to school, she swerved into oncoming traffic. I about had a stroke, and she sure looked like she was going to have one too.

Then on Tuesday, I sat with the Cullen's, and Emmett proceeded to make a list of names for me that all referenced to my red hair. Carrot top, Little Red, those sort of names. I wanted to beat on him, but judging by the size of Emmett, I'd probably get my ass handed to me.

Wednesday I sat with Bella and her friends, and we talked about the La Push trip that they were taking, and I was invited along. I , of course, declined. I didn't particularly like her friends, except for Angela, and I didn't really want to hang out with them. Then Bella gave me a look that a five year old might give their mother when wanting a cookie - it was that pleading - and I begrudgingly agreed. It was weird though, when I mentioned the trip to Jasper that afternoon in class, he went all rigid and cold. He then ignored me for the rest of the class, before saying goodbye as the bell rang, and walking swiftly out of the room.

Of course, then Thursday he apologized the moment I got to school, literally, I almost fell out of my truck because he opened my door just as I reached for it. "Alexandra, I am so sorry. I was far out of line to be angry at you. I apologize sincerely, will you forgive me?" Of course I could forgive him. I didn't let him know that though, I cleared my afternoon to let him squirm.

Friday was a boring day, as I was pretty much asleep at the time, and it was not fun. All that my friends could talk about was the dance, all the Cullen's were out camping again, and all Bella's friends could talk about was the trip we were going on tomorrow. Plus, I had to avoid David all day. He kept himself in line when Jasper was in school, but now that he was gone, it was free range.

Finally Saturday arrived, and the my shagrin, it was cold and slightly windy. Great. I honestly and truly didn't want to go on the trip, but seeing as I promised Bella I would, I clambered down and got dressed accordingly. A big, puffy light blue coat, with black skinny jeans and light pink knit Uggs. When Aunt Crystal pulled up in front of the Newton families store, everyone was already there. Angela and Jessica were sitting on the hood of Tyler's van, a new one, as the other had been destroyed. Lauren was in the passenger seat, fixing her makeup in the over head mirror, Tyler was talking on the phone, and Mike and Eric were re-enacting this weird kung-fu scene. Eric was screaming like a kung fu warrior, and Mike was punching the air, making deranged crashing noises. Bella was in the parking lot, just pulling in.

I smiled, and waved to everyone, and was forced to sit between Jessica and Mike. Jessica babbled on about the hot guys at La Push, while I tuned her out, texting Jasper on my phone. It struck me as odd that Jasper knew how to text, but somehow he did. He didn't seem like the technology type, but he sure texted back quickly.

When we pulled up, I saw a group of tall, lanky boys sitting around the fire, and one that I recognized. Quil, I think his name was. He was sitting next to a bulky boy, whose name I had already forgotten. He seemed to remember me, as he looked up and waved me over, scooting over on the log so I had room to sit.

"Hey, Alex right?" Quil asked, looking at the fire, which was turning to a peculiar hue of blue.

"Alexandra," I mumbled off-handedly, staring at the fastly color changing fire.

"It's the salt," said the other boy, who was also staring thoughtfully at the fire.

"Excuse me?" I asked, staring at him now. His name started with an E, that's all I could remember about this boy. I briefly wondered where the other was, maybe he was the boy I saw Bella go off with, then again, all Quileute boys looked the same to me.

"The salt makes the fire blue, it's cool huh?" He said, and I shook my head in agreement.

"So, where did you move from?" Quil asked, pushing the sleeves of his black sweat shirt up.

"South Carolina." I said, pushing my bangs out of my eye.

"What, not enough rain down there?" Quil asked.

" Why of course. I love the rain, I love the way the street looks when it's just rained," I said, and the other boy laughed.

"That's so random,"

"Shut up Embry," Quil murmured, elbowing him in the ribs. Embry, so that was this other boys name.

"Well, I'm a random kind of person," I said, smiling a little.

"Dude, what happened to Jake. He wasn't, like, kidnapped or anything right?" Quil said suddenly, looking towards Embry with his eyebrow raised.

Embry himself had his eyebrow cocked. "How am I supposed to know, what am I, his nanny?"

"It was your turn to watch him,"

"Nah man, I did it last time,"

"Yes, but I was friends with him two months longer, so it's your turn."

"I'm pretty sure he can take care of himself, he's a big boy,"

"Whatever."

I laughed at their incessant arguing, and smiled, looking over at the oceans. This ocean was nothing like I had seen on post cards. This sea was grey, and restless, crashing in violent waves onto the rocky shores. It looked angry and negative, not the greatest family swimming hole.

After that, we heard some scary tales from other guys sitting around the fire, and most were about werewolves, I briefly wondered why, and made a resolve to ask Quil and Embry about it later. When that time came however, I was oddly nervous.

I definitely wasn't expecting their answer.

" The legend is, were descended from wolves," Quil said, plopping a gooey marsh mellow into his mouth.

"Wolves?" I asked, doubtful. What a stupid legend.

"Hey, we didn't make it up. Gramps always talks about it." Quil said. "He's on the tribe council, so I make a point not to joke about it. He gets rather agitated when I make a crack about it."

"You mean he actually believes them?" I asked, fighting back a smile.

"hey, that's our history you cackling at tomato-head." Embry replied sassily.

"Sorry," I murmured. "So should I watch out for, like fairies or mermaids anything else running around? Are the Wilson's really ogres? Are the Henderson's really wizards?" I joked, and they both laughed.

"Nah, but the Wilson's are nasty people. One time, Old Mr. Wilson threw a gardening tool at me because I was stepping on his lawn," Embry said, scowling as he thought of his, and reaching to rub his shoulder, which had healed already.

"Well, knowing you Em, you probably deserved it," Quil replied sarcastically, and Embry frowned, and muttered something under his breath.

"Old Mr. Wilson does kind of resemble an ogre though doesn't he?" I said, and that led to more jokes about mythical creatures.

I saw Bella getting cozy with another Quileute boy on the other side of the campfire, and she looked really confused about something. We talked until it became really dark, and Bella's friends all said goodbye, so I grudgingly said my fair wells and followed an unusually quiet Bella to the dark red van that belonged to Tyler.

I fell asleep on the way back, and was awoken by a screechy nasal voice yelling in my ear, turned out to be that stupid bitch Lauren, and she practically shoved me out of the van, as I stumbled into my house. Everyone was already asleep, and I tried to be quiet going up the stairs. But every floorboard seemed to squeak, as if just to annoy me. But I guess that's just the way it was. Everything always seemed to be louder when you were trying to be quiet.

I slept like a dead person that night. As soon as my head touched the pillow I was out. I curled up around my fluffy body pillow, and I was out. I always needed something to hug when I fell asleep, and I always needed to fall asleep on my stomach.

When I woke up that morning, I could hear the TV blasting downstairs, and as I padded softly down the stairs, I found Annabel stretched out on the couch, reading a celebrity gossip magazine, and Dylan watching some sitcom, where a guy had gotten nailed in the crotch by a wiffle ball.

Aunt Crystal was bustling around the living room, tidying up. It was then she noticed me, and stopped.

"Alexandra, you're up. Now I can finally tell you . . . please sit down." I sat beside Annabel, and she curled up her feet, closing the magazine, and Dylan muted the sitcom. We all looked at her skeptically.

" I have a funeral to attend in a couple days, " She said carefully, and I froze.

"Whose?" I asked, almost scared to know the answer.

"Your great Aunt Irene." She said, sounding said.

Dyl, Annabel and I exchanged glances.

"Who?" Dylan said curiously.

"She was grandma's younger sister, she died of Bone Cancer this morning and- . . . . didn't you meet her?" She asked, sounding generally confused.

"No, not that I can remember," I said, thinking back and shaking my head.

"Oh, well she left you something in her will," Aunt Crystal said, reaching for three wrapped FedEx parcels on the counter.

"Oh, my favourite Aunt Irene," I said enthusiastically, taking the package and opening it up.

There, beneath the shred of thick wrapping lay a warped, scratched cover, and it was in Italian, and had an abstract painting on it. I looked up, confused.

"It was one of her most prized possessions," She said, smiling a little bit, but I could see the trace of tears in her eyes.

I wonder what was so special about this book.

I was so bored this afternoon that it wasn't even funny. When I was little, in school I always wished to be home with mom watching TV all day. Now I realize how boring TV can be. After a while, nothing comes on and they just re run the shows over and over again. After finishing off my second round of The Simpsons, I was bored stiff, so I climbed up to my room, and swiftly opened to book, looking at the text on the first page for any type of word that I might know.

I scanned the page, searching until I found one I recognized.

Cullen

That was odd, Cullen was a fairly unique name. Maybe Carlisle's ancestors were from Italy. This book had been published in 1844, so it was a definite possibility. The first picture was of a half naked woman, with a soft belly and flowing dark brown hair, with a sad, lost look on her face. The second was of a large, sunset, with a sky of pinks and oranges, both fading into one another.

The third was of a crowd, and I wondered briefly what was so special about this crowd. It seemed to be a party, there were bright colors everywhere, and women with glistening jewels dangling off their limbs, with handsome men on their arms. The room was made entirely of stone, and there were regal looking men and proud women everywhere.

Everyone in this picture look much the same.

Until one young man caught my eye. He was standing in the corner, his golden eyes looking out into the crowd, observing the scene. He stood beside a woman with long light red hair, who was talking to another woman beside her.

His clothing was old, and a dark green color, and seemed to be made of a very rich fabric. He was holding an untouched drink elegantly, and his light blonde hair was pushed out of his face. He had the face of a god, untouched, perfect features.

I knew this man.

I had seen him before.

It was Carlisle. Well, it wasn't Carlisle but it sure looked like him. It was very strange that after so many generations, they could look so similar, but I suppose it was possible. I scanned the bottom, looking at the foreign words that I didn't understand.

Until I reached one that was very familiar.

Carlisle Cullen.

So, Alexandra now knows they aren't normal. What will happen? ooh, the suspense.