Edward was pissed. He and Lucy –as the woman called her self—had been working on a plan that had just gone down the preverbal toilet. The key to their plan was a newborn vampire by the name of Biers they didn't know his first name because they didn't ask and he couldn't remember. But that didn't matter anymore any how because he was now dead or at least they though he was dead.

Biers was suppose to have the power of persuasion and he was given the task of persuading a high ranking Volturi Guard member to leave the Volturi only that didn't happen. Biers was ripped to pieces and burned. Edward didn't arrive in time to save any limbs and all he could see was the guard member standing on the other edge of the clearing looking at the same resign flames as Edward.

"Lucy. Your plan did not work." Edward growled. "I want to talk to your boss."

"Maria is busy deflecting the Volturi's devil twins right now." Lucy said.

Edward snapped and grabbed Lucy by her throat. "Take me to Maria NOW!" he shouted in her face.

Edward was ripped off Lucy and thrown into a wall before falling on to a table and smashing it to pieces.

"Stay the hell away from my mate." Miguel snarled at him.

"I am stronger than you and I can take you down if I want to now take me to Maria." Edward snarled back at him. Before Miguel could reply Edward had pulled Lucy to him gripping her head tight enough that if he were to move his hands suddenly that she would lose her head. "Take me to Maria NOW or she loses her head."

"I'll take you to Maria."

Miguel led Edward out of the house and to a car. Edward climbed in the back with Lucy still clutched in his arms. Miguel got in the driver's side since he was the only one with the ability to drive. He pulled out of the horse shoe drive way and headed down a long dirt road that kept the house hidden from view. Edward knew that they were close to the US and Mexico border but wasn't sure which side they were on.

Miguel continued to drive and ended up on the interstate. He drove for hours before finally get off the interstate and getting on a busy street in a small city and continued to drive through it. It was dark by the time he pulled on to a dirt road. It took about ten miles before they arrived at a log cabin –if you could call it a cabin for being so large.

Once Miguel came to a stop Edward pulled himself and Lucy out of the car and started walking toward the cabin. He was almost to the steps of the cabin when a nice looking Latino woman stepped out of the cabin.

"Hello Edward." Maria said. "To what do I own this pleasure?"

Jasper was sitting in his brother and sister's new home. He could go back to the Cullen house but he didn't feel welcome there he never really did. Not that Alice and her lack of faith helped much in that department. He had his own room here, decorated how he wanted it not the way Alice or Esme had wanted it to be decorated.

"Jasper; are you done wallowing in self pity?" Peter asked from the door way.

"I wasn't wallowing." Jasper said. "I'm still trying to figure out why we have to protect Bella."

"There is a vampire roaming around her house." Charlotte said coming into the room. "It wasn't you or one of the Cullen's so I don't know who it belongs too."

"I noticed that too and it's familiar to me but I don't know who it belongs too." Jasper told them. "I can ask Bella when I see her tomorrow at school."

"Well nightly night Jasper." Peter said. "Time for bed you have school in the morning."

Jasper chucked a pillow at Peter. It didn't hurt him but nothing –not even glass— would hurt him; well if it had vampire venom on the glass it might but he wasn't about to test that theory out.

"You better not I'll kick your but if you do." Charlotte yelled.

Peter had told her his senses were tingling. They always were. Jasper turned off the main light in his room and turned on the desk lamp. It was just something he did whenever he needed to think about something or had something he wanted to write down in his journal which didn't happen that often –maybe once every other decade because he had an unlimited memory or if he really needed to put it down on paper.

Jasper started writing down in one of his many leather bound journals. He had over a thousand because of his need to go into great detail so he wouldn't forget his memory's including the few memories he had left over from his human life.

Jasper had continued writing until the wee hours in the morning. He wrote about Bella's birthday again and how thankful to her he was for her forgiving him and how he didn't think he deserved it.

"Quit it with the pity party Jasper you're projecting." Peter hollered up the stairs.

Jasper pulled the emotions back and turned his attention back to the journal. It had only about ten full pages left in the whole thing. He would have to buy another one but that could wait. He looked up at his clock and noticed the time. He had to get ready for school; a place he never though he would be in again for at least seventy to a hundred years.

He took a shower –though he really didn't need one—and changed into some clean clothes. He went down stairs were Peter was watching the news.

"You can take the Ram." Peter said throwing him the keys.

I was worried about school. Not because Jasper was going to be there but because of what Jessica and Lauren might say to me about him being back. I made sure that I had everything I needed for the day including Angela's homework packed away in my back pack.

Picking up my bag I headed down stairs to eat what little of her breakfast she could. Charlie was still there which surprised me. I sat my bag on the floor and grabbed a bowl and filled it with cereal and milk and started to eat.

"What are you still doing home?" I asked him after taking a few bites.

"Mark is manning the office today. I figured I would want to be home for you if you left school early." He told me.

"Dad I'm not mad at Jasper. I'm mad at Edward as you can tell by Jasper's arrival with his brother and his brother's wife. He spent the past couple of months getting to know them. He –meaning Jasper— had the decency to at least apologize for what happen on my birthday. Edward did not claiming it was all Jasper's fault when he –Edward— broke up with me." I told him. "I had already forgiven Jasper about the accident. I never held any ill will toward him because of it but Edward apparently held more ill will than I ever would."

"That just shows how much more mature that Edward you are Bella." Charlie said.

"Yeah… Um… Thanks. Since I won't need you; why don't you go see Billy if he isn't taking care of Jake that is." I told him. "But I have to get to school. So I'll see you at dinner."

I finished my cereal and put the bowl in the sink and grabbed my bag up off the floor.

"See ya dad." I said walking out of the kitchen.

"See ya." He called after me.

I tossed my bag on to the passenger seat and reluctantly slipped into the driver's seat. I paused for a moment preparing myself for what Lauren and Jessica might do before starting my car. I pulled out of the drive way and headed for school with my radio blasting loud but low enough so I would disturb anyone that happen to still be asleep.

I pulled into the parking lot at got stares for the music I was listening to. I didn't care if people stared at me because I had country music blaring; I don't know why I like it but it gives me peace. I pulled into a parking space by a black Dodge Ram. It looked new so I assumed it to be Jaspers. I turned off my car and grabbed my bag and got out of the car.

I slammed the door after climbing out; causing people to look in my direction. I could see Lauren and Jessica talking about something across the lot. About what I don't know but I assumed it to be Jasper's return to Forks which should be all over town by now. I hoisted my bag on my shoulder and headed inside to deliver Angela's homework to her teachers. I had almost made it to the front door of the first building when Lauren's nasally voice stopped me.

"Are you going to go after Jasper since he's back and Edward isn't?" She asked.

"No because I see Jasper as an older brother not a piece of meat like you do." I snapped.

"Like he would go for an ugly freak like you anyway." She said.

"You are right I wouldn't but that's because we are family and that would be wrong." Jasper said from behind me.

"You got that information back?" I asked going along with him.

"Well if the guy's journals are truth and not fiction then yes we are related." Jasper said. "And Peter is using his historian background to look into it for us."

"So what are you two cousins or something?" Lauren asked.

"Yeah we are and that's why I came here to redo my senior year instead of Texas where I was."

"Is your brother as cute as you?" Lauren asked clearly hitting on him.

"I would say so since we look alike but he's married so he wouldn't be interested in you." Jasper said. "Come on Bella I'll help you with your project before class starts."

"Cool." I said following him. "See you at lunch." I called over my shoulder to Lauren.

"So how was it after my brother and I left last night?" Jasper asked.

"It was fine. Charlie was a little weary that I might break down again and he stayed home from work today in case I came home bawling my eyes out because a Cullen came back even thought you are not technically a Cullen." I told him.

"Oh. My being here isn't going to bother you is it?" he asked.

"No it's not. I actually told Charlie that I wanted to key and spray paint Edward's Volvo for revenge but I didn't want to get arrested and he probably took it with him when they left."

"No it's still in the garage. I checked last night after we left your place." Jasper said.

"Why did you go there?" I asked.

"Because I had a few things I need to pick up. I think you might like them." He said. "It can help you prove that I'm a relative of yours. While vampires have amazing memory it doesn't always mean they remember everything."

"So you have a sucky memory for a vampire?" I asked keeping my voice low now that we were around people.

"You could say that but I happen to think that I have excellent memory considering how much of my human life that I remember."

"I would say you have excellent memory then." I told him. "Well this is my class and I know you have world history this hour."

"I'll see you at lunch." He told me.