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Chapter Two
Present 1998-Jasper's Prospective
I stared out the window, as I held the locket that was in my pocket since I was fifteen, 'Why am I still thinking about her? She would had been long-married, widowed, and buried by now unless she had died that- NO! I still refuse to believe she died.'
"At least you remember, some vampires don't remember anything before being turned," My brother answered my thoughts, which caused me to growl because I really didn't care for that invasion of privacy.
My sister Alice, was looking straight ahead, with a glaze over her eyes. Indicating she was having one of her visions. Edward was by her side in a heartbeat. After about three minutes, her eyes became yellow again, and she was looking at me with a smile that matched her mates. "We're getting a new librarian."
I looked at her like she had gone crazy, before going off to hunt. 'My family is so weird, well at least we will have someone else, instead of Mrs. Gierson. I swear she smells like a chimney, but at least she allowed me to read as much as I wanted, even gave me some of her late husband's war journals.' I jumped on top of one of my favorite trees, which overlooked the woods when I finished hunting. 'It's weird that Alice would look at me like that if it was just about a new librarian.'
"Who's that girl Mike, rode here with?"
"Did you see that hot chick, damn Newton is so lucky?"
"Wait, did she just park in the teacher's section?" That voice came from my brother Emmett.
"She's probably the new librarian, that Alice, was mentioning yesterday," His mate Rosalie guessed, watching the woman just as close;y, "There's something different with her scent."
I watched as she got off her bike, and pulled off her helmet, causing long curls to cascade down past her waist. She lifted one of the seats and pulled out a shoulder bag, which the Newton boy grabbed for her, and then she started to follow him into the school.
"'I'm Hot For Teacher', was probably written from moments like this," Emmett thought out loud, causing his mate to smack him on the back of the head.
I just laughed as we all headed into the building, "She looks pretty young to be a teacher, doesn't she?"
"I guess it doesn't matter, she's just the librarian," Emmett whispered, for who knows what reason.
Mike Newton just came out of the office, and stared right at me, as he made his way to where I was standing, "Hey Hale, good luck fifth period, that woman is very OCD when it comes to her book organization."
'So it was the Librarian,' I raised my eyebrows, pretending I didn't know what his point was, "Alright, thanks I guess?"
He just laughed shaking his head, as he hurried to his first class. "Bye Hale!"
"What is it with Jocks, and having to always address everyone by the last name?" Alice asked, causing her mate, Emmett, and me to laugh. She just hurried away, ignoring our outburst, as she headed to her own first class.
"Mr. Hale, just the young man I was going to call for," Mrs. Samson exclaimed, as we crossed past the office, she reached her hand to the same woman from the bike, who was looking down into the manilla folder causing the older woman to chuckle, "Miss Newton?"
The young woman's head popped up, and our eyes locked with each for a couple of seconds, before her gaze fell on the shorter woman, "Sorry Mrs. Samson, was just going over the list of books, do you suppose I would be able to donate some of my own personal collection?"
"I am sure that would be splendid, Ms. Newton," The older woman assured, apparently forgetting about my presence.
"You wanted to tell me something, Mrs. Samson?" I reminded, as my brain tried to puzzle, why the new librarian looked like My-0wn.
The older woman blushed, as she looked back at me, "Was wondering if you could show our new librarian to the library."
"Yes ma'am," I answered, waiting for the new librarian.
She collected some small boxes from the front desk, "Thank you for these pamphlets, maybe if the students see them every day, they will learn how I expect them to behave in my library." She smiled at Mrs. Samson, then looked at me expectantly.
"No problem dear, and if you have need of anything, just ask one of the staff," Mrs. Samson explained, before going back to her desk.
The new librarian smiled at the older woman, "I will, I believe coach Anderson, told me to find him if I needed anything. I met him when I dropped my brother off for his football practice, or you call it soccer don't you when they run around kicking the ball." She exited the office starting to walk ahead of me, apparently forgetting I was supposed to lead her.
"You're going the wrong way," I informed, tapping her on the shoulder, "The library is in the other direction."
She blushed, as she turned to walk in the right direction, this time making sure to stay with me, "I am terribly sorry, so Mr. Hale, are you a teacher?"
I laughed out loud, shaking my head no, "I'm a student, but I am your TA, during the fifth period."
"Oh, I thought being a vampire, you would be bored with playing student. Thought you might have decided to teach," She smiled a familiar smile, as I opened the door to the library, "Thanks, Mr. Hale."
I leaned in to whisper, so the other couple of students couldn't hear, trying to keep calm, "Vampires, do they really exist?" I was pretending to sound amused,, "So if I were to drink your blood, you will turn immortal, and sleep in the coffins during the day?"
"Vampires are very much like any other being, put aside their strength, speed, and skin sparkling like diamonds in the sun," She was whispering back, "Plus your hand is ice cold, when you touched my shoulder, getting my attention."
"If you tell anyone-" I growled when she placed a hand on my lips and glared at me.
"I won't tell anyone, don't worry alright Mr. Hale," She stared around the library, and had a disappointed look, "At least this school has a library, so I can't complain, it's not like the one at my old school."
After I helped her a little bit, by rearranging the room, so there would be more space, we ended up sitting in her office. She was sipping from a water bottle, as she looked at the scan sheet, "So I actually have to do roll call, when you come back fifth period, by the way, how did you manage to become the only TA, here?"
"The old librarian took a liking to me because-"
"Because of your charm?" She asked with a knowing smirk.
"So I didn't know, Mike Newton, had a sister," I was looking through one of the books, which she had taken out of her bag, 'Gone with the Wind'.
"My adopted mom is married to Mike's dad, and I took his last name, so I wouldn't have to worry about people finding me. Only a handful of my friends know, where I am now living, but I wanted a fresh start." She could sense the questions filling my mind, and gave a small sigh, "Story for another time," she brought out a pad of hall passes, and handed me one, "I will see you after lunch."
"I'll be sure to be here on time, Miss Newton," I took the pass, and slipped my school bag over my shoulder, "Enjoy the rest of your mornin' ma'am." I turned, and left the library, with thoughts of My-own, running through my mind. "Damn, why did she have to look so much like, My-own?"
Rosalie was watching me, as I entered our literature class. She looked like she wanted to kill the teacher, as the teacher read the passage's from Hamlet. She turned to look at me, "So since when did Newton, have an older sister?"
"Mr. Newton married her adopted mom, and she took her stepdad's name to get away from something." I recalled noticing scars showing through her sleeve, and a little one along her neck, "I think her life might have been in danger, so she decided to change her name here. Only one's, who know how to find her, are a few of her old friends."
"You're not telling me something, Jasper," My sister started gathering her books, as she stared at the clock, "But knowing how secretive you are, I won't try to get the info from you." She stood as soon as the bell rang, and quickly left the room.
1859
That Same Night of the Ball
Hermione was awoken by a crashing sound coming from her parent's room and was about to go see what the cause was when her door suddenly sprang open. She jumped back when she realized it was her mother, who was frantically holding a stick to her while whispering something frantically. "Mom, what are you doing?" She had tears in her eyes.
Her mother's words started to circle around the room if that even made sense:
'My blood, my heart,
piece of my soul,
remember we will find you,
in the next world.
Through years,
months, hours,
and Seconds.
Each one counts,
till she finds her own,
and true love.'
Her father appeared behind his wife, with a stick of his own, pointed to her as well. Only his words were more understandable, "Obliviate!"
She caught whatever her father threw at her, just in time to feel a pull from her navel, and everything going black.
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The Whitlock's
Jasper was walking back inside, when he overheard his parents talking, from the opened window. He had been training the horses, for the soldiers, who were due to pick them up the following week.
"Joanne, darlin' we knew it was only a matter of time," His dad whispered to his wife, as they sat in the parlor.
His mother cried, "We should have-"
"We couldn't have done anything, it's just a shame about their daughter." His dad said a little louder. "Bein' forced to move to England, with that man."
"SHIT!" Jasper didn't even care if he was heard, when swearing as he took off for the Granger's estate, without stopping to say his hello's to the Miller's who rode by on their way to Montgomery's picnic. A weekly ritual between the two families.
When he got there, the servants were moving into the large house, as he let himself inside. He ran up the stairs to Hermione's room and swung the door open. Everything that she had once owned was gone, even the jewelry box he gave her last Christmas.
"Master Whitlock?" Hermione's nanny walked into the room and looked at the young man. "She's gone, sir."
"What happened, Nana?" He asked the dark-skinned woman.
"I do not know, sir," Nana answered. She had been the young daughter's nanny since Hermione's birth, for as long as she was here. "We didn't hear nothin'. Woke up this mornin', and the master say's, they had to leave town. They did not have there Mione, and when I' check'n her room, she was gone, and so was there's guest."
The young man walked to the stripped bed, and sat down on it, "Did they say anything before they left?"
"Master, he says the house belong to me now, for take'n good care of there Mione," Nana answered, tears falling down her face, "but I not take good care of her, if I did she would still be here, and the Master's, would still be here. They look so sad, at the loss of their daughter."
"Nana," Jasper rested a gentle hand on the woman, and looked her in the eyes, "My-own loved you, and her family knew how good you were to her, so they gave you your freedom. They gave you all of this, so it would seem to me that they don't blame you for what happened." He looked around the room, when something caught his eyes, coming from her vanity.
"I need's to help my family move their things, thank you for your kind words, you have always been kind to Nana," The woman smiled as she wiped the tears from her eyes, "I will make some fried chicken, with corn, miss Mione's favorite for lunch, if you would care to stay, sir."
He smiled at the second mother to his friend, as he picked up the locket, that was set on the vanity sneaking it in his pocket, "Of course Nana, let me help you settle in, until lunch."
"You is very kind, sir," The woman smiled, before hurrying out of the room.
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