"Your mother died a few weeks after your funeral. Peacefully and of natural causes in her sleep. Your father enlisted in the army and died after a year in battle. Bullet to the arm, got infected."

"And your parents, or who your parents would have been if you were human?" Jasper inquired.

"Both died in a fire," I shrugged. "Some boys from the run down parts of town set it on fire after they stole a few things. My father escaped, but went back in for my mother."

"And your sister?"

"My 'parents'," I put in hand quotations around the word, "Daughter lived to be a beautiful young woman that had four children, all men, who were in the brewing business. She married Tucker Blanton's son."

Jasper grimaced, "Ugh."

I smirked, "His son was even uglier, I assure you."

"And my sister?"

"Died of typhoid fever at thirteen. She was engaged to Ronald Polyfield at the time."

"Ronald Polyfield. . ." Jasper murmured. "That jerk who beat me up in school?"

I shrugged, "Did he? Why, I can hardly recall."

The smile on my face gave it away though, and I leaned back so that I was resting against the sofa. "Hunter O'Reilly."

"Died in battle."

"Joshamee Topps."

"Trampled by a horse."

"Annabelle Stewart."

My eyes grew dark, "That little miss perfect tried to claim that you and her were married. I killed her in her sleep the night she claimed it."

Jasper swallowed, "Oh. . ."

"Who else? I know you have someone you want to ask. You're too scared to."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Kathy an' Tyree sittin' inna trey," I said with a thick southern accent. "K-ay-S-S-ay-N-Jay. First comes a lurve, then comes a marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage."

Jasper's eyes widened, "Tyresias Johnson?"

"Married Polly Thicket. Had three kids. Two girls, one boy."

"Wait, wait," Alice said. "What did that rhyme have to do with anything?"

"All of the boys would tease Tyree because he had a crush on me. Jasper came up with that rhyme himself and told me it a few days after I came into town."

"So you can tell me everything Jasper did when he was younger," Alice laughed.

"For instance," I started. "Every Saturday night, he'd go to the saloon and get absolutely drunk. Then he'd grab a nice prostitute and have sex. Afterwards, he'd pass out in the bar and then the next morning, go to church and confess his sin of adultery."

Alice's eyes widened and she looked at Jasper, "How could you!"

"Alice, darlin'-"

"And don't use that ridculous accent on me!" she snapped. "How could you do that? You could have gotten one of those poor girls pregnant!"

"I didn't!" Jasper insisted. "I was always careful. Alice, darlin'-"

"I said don't use that accent, Jasper. It's so out of style."

I rolled my eyes, "Jasper's from Texas. He can use the accent if he wants to. I know he's your husband and all, but really, Alice? That's his whole life."

Alice huffed, "It's so unstylish."

"Well, then you married an unstylish man," I smirked. I closed my eyes, "You are giving me a headache."

Alice insisted, "I want to hear more stories!"

I groaned and sank further into the comfort of the couch, "What else do you wish to know, Alice?"

"Who did he date?"

"Just me," I said, watching her face fall. "But there was Maria after me." I saw Jasper's shocked expression. "You did tell me your story, Jasper. And then after Maria was you."

"What was he like in school?"

I snorted, unable to contain my laughter. "Oh, he always smooth talked the teachers into letting him pass. A little 'Please, mister's' here never hurt him, let me assure you. And he did well in math and science. English was his best subject. History, Geography, those were a close second. Was one of the most popular boys in the entire school. All the ladies swooned over his golden hair and blue eyes." I rolled my eyes, "Granted, woman didn't really attend middle or high school. We went to the prep school just down the road. But when Jasper would walk home, he always had a group of giggling girls behind him."

"And when did you start dating him?"

"I was sixteen, like I said," I told Alice. "Elizabeth really wanted me married by eighteen. She was married at fifteen. I always held her off, saying none of the men were rich enough, or kind enough to women. She never second guessed me. She knew what I wanted to be happy. Jasper came by one day and started to help me with the horses. I was taking them out for a ride, you see."

"And I asked her out after she fell out of the saddle, trying to get an apple in an apple tree."

I flushed, "Not like I could help that Penny decided to rocket forward while I was standing on her saddle. Dear God, she was a beast."

"And you guys had sex, right?" Alice asked.

I bust out laughing, "No! God, no! Jessamine, Jasper's mother, would have killed me! High class woman, really any women, were expected to be virgins by the time they were married. Only the prostitutes weren't. If the woman was found out to be a non-virgin by their husband on their wedding night, the woman could have been scorned and divorced. It was truly something that shamed the families. I would have never done that to my reputation. But after Galveston, I really didn't care what my reputation said."

"Then why did you get engaged so young?" Alice asked.

"Jasper was going off to the army," I told her, my eyes closed as I tried to shut her out. "He wanted to ensure that I would not be taken by Tyree or Joshamee or anyone else."

"So he was gone for three years?"

"He was gone right when the Civil War started. Him and a few of his friends joined the army together." I opened one eye and looked at Jasper. "If your general would have found out, boy, they would have flogged you into next week."

"No doubt they would have," Jasper laughed.

I closed my eyes and settled back into the couch. "Anything else, Alice?"

"What were his parents like?"

"Always tested whatever person Jasper brought home. Whether they were just his friends, or me, or anyone. They always would test you. They even tested my parents. We passed, of course. Anyone they didn't approve of would be banned from the house. Of course, that never stopped Jasper." I sighed. "He was flogged for bringing a boy named James home. He was a slave that worked on my father's plantation. Jasper," I whistled. "Never seen Jasper in as much pain as that. You still have the scars, Casper the Friendly Ghost?"

"They went away when I was changed."

I tsked, "Jasper was under my care for two weeks." I told Alice, "Could do nothing but lay on his stomach while I cleaned his wounds and bandaged him. He was absolutely dying one day. Wouldn't have made it. His mama called the priest in and everything. He was feverish, but I knew what would cure him. I gave him a piece of chocolate and he survived the next day. While he was sleeping, though, I did slip him some of my blood to fight off infection and heal it quickly."

Alice and Emmett laughed. Jasper looked embarrassed.

"Aw, now, sweetie, don't be embarrassed," I laughed. "Your mother absolutely loved me after that. Brought me around for hours on end just to show me pictures of when you were a child. Even gave me clothing for when we had our own children. Of course, I never really agreed to children for her, she demanded at least seven." I grimaced, "Ugh, my body would have been so far gone had I been human."

"He had a sister too?"

"Little Isabelle," I drawled. "So perfect with her blonde locks and blue eyes. The entire town wanted to marry her. She was the only one that didn't mourn you, Jazz. She always would look at me and say, 'He's not gone from this Earth, Miss Katherine. He's here somewhere and he's a-waitin' for you'."

"What were his favorite foods?"

"He loved Mexican food," I told Alice. "Loved the peppers. Let me be the first to remind you, however, that this was the age where all food was homemade, authentic, and cooked to perfection. He loved chocolate, of course, I've already said that. He absolute could not live without tea. Sweet tea. Always drank it at all hours of the day. He was a meat and potatoes kind of fellow."

"Did he work out?"

"He trained in fencing with a few servants. Rode horses at least an hour a day. And he helped rebuild homes after fires burnt them down," I shrugged. "That was the most active one could have been without being a servant."

"Did I have slaves?" Jasper asked. "I can't remember much about my boyhood."

"You had a few for the fields. Your mother had one to help her with her gowns and things, and your father had one to help with his business. Not much else. Oh, a cook and cleaning slave."

He nodded, biting his lip, "Oh."

"What about your grandparents?"

I said, "I don't know about Jasper's."

"I should look up my family tree," Jasper said quietly.

"Already on it," Edward said suddenly. I saw a laptop in front of him.

"Good thing we have a family account on Ancestory," Alice laughed.

"Can we plug this into the TV so we all can see?" Rosalie asked.

"I'll find the plug," Alice offered, running to Edward's room.

"Oh, I loved that dress," I sighed, seeing our engagement photo, and rested my head on Edward's shoulder. "It was my favorite color."

"Do you still have it?" Jasper asked me.

I shook my head, "It was burnt in the fire. The finest rose petal pink satin in Galveston. The absolute finest. Elizabeth would have made no less for her little girl."

"Found it!" Alice cried and presented a cable to the back of Edward's laptop before hooking it up to the flatscreen. The home page was now on my flat screen.

"Jasper, let's find you now!" Alice said impatiently.

"Jasper Mordecai Whitlock," I said, causing embarrassed vibes to be transmitted throughout the room. "Hey, Mordie, I thought it was a cute middle name. Very southern."

"So I'm Mrs. Jasper Mordecai. . ." Alice whispered, horrified.

"Sure are," I winked. "If you still are going to remain with Jasper, even though your dead hot mate is available. So hot. Have you seen his eyes!" I sighed, leaning back on the couch. "Almost as sexy as Matt's blue and clear eyes. So pretty."

"Oh my god!" Alice cried, looking ready to pummel me.

"Look at them next time," I shrugged.

"Parents names?" Edward prompted.

"Sorry, um. . . " Jasper looked to me. "I-I can't remember my own parents names."

"Jessamine Vertiline Harolds Whitlock," I smiled brightly. "My human memory is immaculant. Your daddy was Jedediah Jasper Whitlock."

"Why am I not surprised?" Jasper snorted.

I shrugged and turned back to my paper, "Now I need to think."

I got a sense of who everyone was and I just needed to blend in more while I'm attending school. But I have a few more days to do that. Maybe I can hold it off for a few weeks before starting school. I have to get rid of the war first. Or solve the problem where I end up looking like Elena.

"What are we doing tomorrow?"

"We're close to Williamsburg and its suppossed to rain, so I thought you guys could go there for the Revolutionary War reinactment while I talk to a few old friends of mine."

"That sounds awesome!" Emmett and Jasper cried.

I smirked, "Good."

The next part will be using Episode 3 & 4 of the second season so I hope you enjoy:)

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-Nastya

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