Me: Okay. Try for longer chapters is my number one goal.

Jasper: That's good. Hey! You put Jasper! ^.^

Me: Oops, sorry J-Vamp.

J-Vamp: *drops to his knees* NO!…fo shizzle!!

Me: O.O Uhm…onward.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, but it's possession on me is terrifying…help me… xD

Jasper's POV

Arriving in Houston, Texas, during the daytime isn't a good feat. The sun is always shining and others would most likely notice if I sparkled in the sun.

I grimaced as I sat on the plane flying over Texas as the sun set, thankfully.

I didn't like to sparkle. It was too…feminine if anything. Don't get me wrong; I'm not sexist or anything but really, a man, sparkling?

Seriously.

I watched as the last of the sunlight dipped below the horizon in Texas, right as we landed.

I had come home.

Alice's POV

I paced quickly across the whole living room.

Esme and Carlisle watched me, curiosity written all over their faces. I happily kept Edward out of my head by singing random bits of songs I had heard through my years of living.

Rosalie and Emmett were sitting and playing video games, and occasionally, their eyes would trail to watching me pace as well.

This new vision haunted me worse than any had before. It was of Jasper here in Forks, hugging a girl, love evident in his eyes. There was a love in his eyes that I haven't even seen directed at me. I closed my eyes, remembering the vision clearly as when I had first received it.

"I can't believe that you are here!" Jasper exclaimed. "I thought you had died."

"My little blue-eyed soldier boy…I would have died without you. I had no choice in the matter however." The girl said softly.

Jasper hugged her to him, frowning.

"I want to know the whole story Your whole story."

"I know. I will tell you soon." She answered.

"I have missed you, my sweet Isabella." Jasper whispered kissing her forehead.

I watched her gaze up at him. Her dark brown ringlets hung down her past the small of her back. Her eyes were a clear golden, not the red I was expecting if she was from the south.

Of course, maybe I was just stereotyping. Sighing, I flopped down on the couch and ran a hand through my spiky hair. I sat there, wondering when I would lose my Jasper.

Jasper's POV

I didn't bring anything with me, so I just walked out of the airport. As soon as I was far away enough, I began running. The Houston Airport was exactly in Houston; it was actually a few miles away.

I knew my first destination. The exact place where Isabella's house had been. I noticed that Houston wasn't heavily lighted. It never had been. Running through the alleyways, I kept my location discrete. I skidded to a stop in front of a house I had almost past. It was been almost 150 years and it still looked the same. That is, until I blinked my eyes and rubbed them.

It wasn't the clear white I remembered it to be. All the paint had peeled off or was going to peel off. I noticed the roof looked like it would collapse any minute now and the whole house inside was a desolation.

That was when I noticed the small sign in front of the yard. I bent over to read it.

CAUTION! DO NOT GO NEAR THE LANDMARK!

This is a living piece of history from the early Civil War. This house has a sad history and if anyone wonders about the house please contract Trisha Marks, a direct descendant from the Swan family. Thank you.

I tilted my head to the side. I did notice that this house remained untouched. All the houses around it had been demolished and it was by itself in this little patch of ground. It was still just as beautiful, to me, but I would have to hunt down this Trisha Marks. Not 'hunt' of course, but you catch my drift.

I started at city hall. The Mayor was just leaving, and he gave me Trisha Marks' address. I found myself gazing at how Houston had changed since I had lived in it back in the early 1860's. If Trisha was indeed a descendant, then maybe she had pictures. Pictures she would recognize me in.

I ducked into a store almost closing. I grabbed a hat and threw the money on the counter.

"Keep the change," I called over my shoulder, placing the hat on my head, and continuing on my way.

I faintly remember Bella's sisters, they looked like her somewhat. They all had brown hair and brown eyes, except Courtney had green eyes courtesy of her Dad. Bella explained a lot to me about her family.

I knocked on a door of a quaint little house and a medium-sized girl met me at the door.

"Can I help you?" She asked smiling at me.

"Yes. Are you Trisha Marks?" I asked, smiling back at her.

She nodded and motioned for me to enter her home. I did so, and she closed the door behind me.

"How can I help you?" She asked, sitting at the kitchen table.

"I wish to know about the Swan house," I said getting right to the point.

She tapped her cheek softly.

"I don't, in any way, feel like telling my eight greats of an aunt's story, but I feel that her legacy will live on like this. My seven greats of a grandma was Elizabeth Swan. She was pregnant with my six greats of a grandma at nineteen. She and Courtney helped Isabella when she was pregnant." Trisha explained.

My brow furrowed. Isabella had gotten pregnant?

"Continue," I said softly.

She looked up at me and bit her lip, sighing.

"Isabella Swan was a wish among many of the men that wanted to court her. However, she chose the one whose name was Jasper Whitlock. Her heart belonged solely to him and him only. He came into her life in early January, asking her to dance. She eagerly accepted, happy that someone had wanted to dance with her. She always thought she was not pretty. They had gotten their picture taken a few days later." She pulled out a black and white photo and I looked at it.

It was me and Isabella. We were smiling, and Isabella looked like she was on her way to laughing. I smiled at the photo and touched Isabella. Trisha smiled and took the photo back.

"After she had had sex with him, he went off to war. He felt it was his duty to his people so to speak. She argued saying there were enough men out there. She wanted him to stay with her. She didn't want to lose him. Isabella was so distraught when he left, but she fought to stay strong in case he returned. She hoped he would return with promises of a wedding. She waited day after day.

"Of course, he never did come back. Other suitors came to call on her and she turned them away each and every one of them. But, she had a piece of Jasper with her. In her children."

I stared in disbelief. Bella had gotten pregnant…I had had kids? Still might have great-great-great-great grandkids somewhere? I felt…happy.

"One girl and one boy. His little angel and his little soldier she called them. Colby Marie Swan and Tristan Austin Swan. She didn't know Jasper's middle name so she just gave him the middle name of another Texas city she knew. It fit perfectly in her eyes. She wrote to Jasper everyday, but she never sent the letters. She felt they were memories for her to hang on to forever.

"Of course, later on we never could find the letters she never sent. Disaster struck in 1864. Elizabeth was walking to Isabella's house. She went inside. She found a little Colby and a little Tristan on the floor, blood all over. Bella was missing and there was signs of a struggle. They had buried Colby and Tristan in the Houston cemetery, but Isabella was never found." Trish murmured softly.

She handed me another photo. This one was of Isabella and a three-year-old Colby and a three-year-old Tristan. She looked happy with her children. The boy…Tristan…my son…had my strong jaw and a defiant look in his eyes. My little angel girl had my nose and my hair. I handed the photo back to her and stood up.

"Thank you, Trisha. It's good to come back here. I haven't been here in…a while. I missed old Houston you know?" I asked, chuckling softly.

She laughed.

"Anytime. I didn't catch your name. What was it?" She asked.

I just smiled.

"It doesn't matter anymore." With that final word, I slipped out of the house and into the night.

My destination was the cemetery. A part of me hoped that what Trisha said wasn't true, but a part of me wished it was. The three years I was gone, all the guilt I felt for leaving my Isabella…would be eased if I had known that she had a part of me with her the whole time.

Someone was in the cemetery when I came, but whoever it was fled quickly before I had time to blink. I snarled. It was a vampire, but I would chase him later. I walked over to where he was crouching. The grave markers were covered with new brought flowers and I read the headstones.

Colby Marie Swan.

Born: September 19, 1861

Died: November 3, 1864

A bright angel.

Your father would've been proud.

Tristan Austin Swan.

Born: September 19, 1861

Died: November 3, 1864

A tough soldier.

Just like your father.

I knelt down by these graves and for the first time in my whole vampiric life, I could feel myself getting ready to cry. But I could never cry for my dead children or my presumed dead love. I could only go on with a life I don't want to lead much anymore.

Me: Aw! Poor Jazzypants!

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Me: Rah to you too! Reviews are lovely! (:

E-Coolie: ....Elizabeth Was Here!!! XD