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Bella's POV

I was one of the last ones to get off the plane. I didn't want this strange gentlemen catching whiff of my scent. Of course, the whole time I was on the plane, I had to succumb to my most deepest and painful memories.

"Mamma!"

Their voices, low in my subconscious, called out to me. I desperately tried to rid myself of them, but they just kept repeating over and over again.

"Help! Mamma! Help!"

I covered my ears, but their voices clawed at my brain. I shook my head to get rid of their sweet agonizing voices.

Bright red eyes; gazing, staring, looking into the depths of my soul. Eyes roaming over me; smirking, laughing, in their glee to be able to witness a kill. A Cheshire cat smile over at my broken and bleeding body before the murderer escapes into the night, for a next victim.

I shuddered.

The memories I kept with me would last a lifetime. The memories I kept with me, would always be my own.

"Mamma…she was…so pretty…sparkly…will I see you…in heaven?"

I shook my head as tears came that I soon learned could never be shed.

No, my Colby-angel. Because I was here in my own personal hell.

Jasper's POV

Alice and Edward were there to meet me out of the airport. I hugged Alice and got in Edward's Volvo, the car they had came in.

"Jasper, did you find what you were looking for in Texas?" Alice asked.

She seemed eager to know the details of what I had found. She obviously had not seen it. Thank god.

"Yes," I answered carefully.

I wasn't skilled at keeping Edward out of my head, but I began naming all the people I knew, and everything about them.

"Can I hear about it?" She asked.

"No," I whispered. "It's…a private matter."

Her face fell, and Edward raised an eyebrow in the rearview mirror at me. As long as he has known us, I had never kept anything from Alice…until now.

"I see," she said softly. "I won't ask about it anymore."

The rest of our car ride was in silence as I contemplated algorithm theories in my mind for Edward to hear. When we pulled up to the Cullen drive, I hopped out, eager to get into the forest for some well deserved hunting.

I didn't prefer any choice of animal, as long as I got the blood I needed. Of course, the meat-eaters did always taste the best. I hated drinking any source of blood because it easily repulsed me. I was repulsed by what I had become.

I found a herd of deer and easily took out the biggest one, draining it. Sitting by it's dead carcass, I ran my hands through my hair. All this time, I thought that I had been living, to an extent, for Alice, not knowing what I wanted in life.

Every touch, every kiss I had ever shared with Alice, I willed myself not to think of Bella. Not to think of Bella's touch, or Bella's kisses. To think of the present; the here and now. I just…can't. I cannot be happy, eternally happy, without Bella by my side.

When I left her, a piece of my heart stayed behind. And even though my heart is beating no longer, she still has that piece with her. The piece of love. With Alice, I felt the security of belonging. The love that had passed between us, I knew now what it was. It was love from her, and my love that passed to her was my love for Bella. I placed my head in my hands. This was all too confusing for me, and I hated it.

I suppose some part of my subconscious willed me to believe that my Alice, my pixie-like Alice, was in some way my Bella, my defiant, headstrong Bella. I remember that in that diner, I accepted Alice easily. But as I learned to keep my mind away from Edward, I began to notice the flaws in Alice. The stuff Bella had that she didn't.

Alice's hair was short for one reason, while Bella's long, flowing brown hair, cascaded down the small of her back. Alice's golden eyes were beautiful, break taking even, but they were nothing compared to the chocolate of Bella's eyes. Alice was small compared to me, but Bella was medium. It was like she fit to me.

I think of myself, now, as a puzzle that can never be solved. I was missing my other piece. My Bella. My world.

Bella's POV

I noticed him in the parking lot for the first time. It wasn't so cloudy here, but it wasn't exactly sunny. He hugged a small vampire girl, and I felt a pang of pain in my chest. Blinking, I wondered where the hell that came from. I could see another one there. He was tall, but not as tall as the blonde. I tried adjusting my position, but I still could not see the blonde's face. I sighed; defeated, and turned my attention back to the other boy.

His bronze hair was tousled up and I could see golden eyes, reflecting in what little sun this place had.

I stepped out of the airport, being as discreet as possible. I noticed that he had a Volvo car, and I could hear snippets of conversation from the now moving car.

"Can I-no…private matter-I see…-Won't ask…anymore." Was all I caught before they were out of my sight.

The one whom was speaking…the boy…he had a slight southern drawl that I seemed to recognize easily. I racked my brain for anything as I walked into the small covering I could get. There, is where I began to run. Keeping up with the Volvo was a little easy, but I stayed behind a bit.

I didn't want to alert them of my presence too early. I wanted to study them a bit more. They seemed to live the way I lived. Golden eyes meant they feasted on animals. But the real question was, who else lived with them? How many were there? Were they one of those covens I had heard about?

My mind traveled back to Texas. Who would protect the citizens when I was away? I was strong enough to take down at least one or two vampires. Quite easy with my power. I manifest it when I need it, and I literally become invisible. Of course, it's just part of my shield. I was protected from any sorts of mind attacks which, of course, was really good.

The car slowed down immensely and because I was out of mind and body, I almost ran into a tree. Chuckling softly, I slowed down and watched the car carefully. I noticed that I was in a completely wooded area. The car stopped at the end of a driveway at least thirty feet away from me. The blonde haired man stepped out, and the Volvo sped up the driveway again. For the first time I could see his face.

He was thin, with high cheekbones. A faint purplish shadow was under his eyes, and I noticed that he was thirsty. Just like I was. What I noticed was all the marks on his arms. The bites of my kind. He looked around and his eyes, for a split section, met with mine. I don't think he realized it because he took off just as easily, but I recognized it immediately.

I recognized that southern drawl because it was that same southern drawl that attracted me a century or so previous. Jasper had never died. He was alive…all along.

My body began shaking violently and I fell to the ground, sobs wracking my body. Tears filled up my eyes, threatening to fall, but they did not and could not. My hat fell off my head, and I pulled at my hair, silencing my screams.

He had moved on. I had not. He had found a family, and I stayed alone for more than a century hoping he would come back. Placing my hat back on my head, I considered my options.

One, I could leave right now. Stay out of his life and his family's life. Go back to Texas and let him think that I had died when I was supposed to in 1864.

Or, there was option two. Find him and tell him all that happened. Two things could happen with this option. Either he would accept me back, or abandon me and then I'll head back to Texas.

After much contemplation, I eventually chose option two. I adjusted my image and the scent of humans entered my nose. My throat burned and it begged me to satiate the fire. I immediately ran into the forest, deciding to go hunting first before meeting with my old love.

Jasper's POV

I stood up, and I caught a different scent. It smelled like…apples and strawberries. Why would anyone be out here? I noticed a deer at the edge of the trees, but before I could react, someone had tackled the deer and drained it. My feet wouldn't move. There was a new vampire in front of me, and I just froze.

I could tell it was a girl because the hat she wore dated back to the Victorian Age so she was about my age. She had a long dress on, blue, and that too looked Victorian. Her shoes were a soft leather blue as well and I could not see her face or hair. She kept her head down as she faced me.

"Who are you?" I asked, calling over to her.

She intrigued me deeply. My coven had not known any others, besides the Denali coven, that feasted on animals. She gave me no answer so I immediately began to consider that maybe she was a threat.

I crouched low and snarled at her. She did the same, but it seemed different. She was…hesitant. Maybe she didn't want to crouch or treat me like an enemy either.

"No, who are you?" She asked, shaking her head a bit.

I was immediately plunged back into 1861 where I had first met the love of my life. No, the love of my entire being. Her voice was soft like this one's was and I was caught off guard easily. Still, I was treading in dangerous waters, and I had to be cautious.

"Jasper Hale," I answered her question.

She seemed not to know how to proceed, but eventually, she spoke again.

"Major Jasper Whitlock of the war in 1861. Did not come home from the war to a girl and two children. The girl was devastated. He outlived her family and her two children." The girl declared.

Now that, was a surprise. I had never told anyone who I had left behind, but here this girl was, spouting off knowledge only I was supposed to know. The wind blew across the trees, and I was hit by her fruity scent yet again.

"How do you know this?" I asked.

In truth, I was scared. Scared that the others were hearing our conversation and that they would realize what I had only realized the night before. I was scared for them to know my true past.

"Because, Mr. Whitlock, you have not outlived me," she said.

She lifted her hat up and I could see her golden eyes. Her cheeks, thin and high, and her mouth, lips full and pale, just like the rest of her. Removing her hat, it let her hair flow down and it was chocolate brown. I matched her hair and eyes to those of my dear Isabella's and if my heart would beating, it would have stopped. I gasped at her, quietly.

"Isabella?" I asked, not believing my own eyes.

She smiled at me. Her shy, small smile. Before I could comprehend it, I was walking towards her and she towards me.

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

I grinned at her and her smile widened. She seemed happy to know that I still cared.

"My little blue-eyed soldier boy…I would have died without you. I had no choice in the matter, however." She said, frowning a little.

I hugged her, surprised myself and her. She returned my hug fully, just as I was expected. My lips were in a taut line.

"I want to know the whole story," I said looking down at her.

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

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

She looked up at me before burying her face in my chest.

"Me too."

Bella's POV

It was better than I ever imagined. Jasper was holding me once again. Whenever I looked up at him, I saw the boy I fell in love with all those years ago. I didn't see the golden eyes we both occupied right now, I saw the blue eyes. The blue eyes that I could get lost in forever.

"I want you to meet my family," He said, visibly wincing.

"Do not worry, Jasper. I have seen her. She's pretty." I said, softly, feeling my un-beating heart breaking in two.

Jasper shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. He was biting the inside of his bottom lip, something I had scolded him about before.

"She is…my wife. That I will admit, but all the time with her, I just…couldn't stop thinking of you. I want to know…if it's there. That same spark. The spark we created back in 1861." He said softly.

His golden eyes bore into my own as he dipped his head, and placed his lips on mine. Oh yeah, the spark was still there. I couldn't believe it if he wasn't still here. Our lips molded together perfectly, just as they had so long ago. He leaned away from me and grinned.

"Yeah. Just as I remember it." He answered.

"Though, have you gotten taller?" I asked.

Surely he had seeing as how he was still much taller than me. I had reached a certain height before I was turned, but I still felt small to him. He seemed a bit smug.

"Yes," he answered, chuckling.

"Modest as always," I teased.

"Oh yes. Of course. Come, please. I do want you to meet my family." He held out his hand to me.

I bit my lip, something he had also scolded me for. I held my bag closer to me and took his hand, the warmth of it making my dead heart soar. For so long I had been living alone, never feeling the solace of another person and here, I had found the one person I so longed the company for.

How many nights had I lied awake, just waiting for him to come home? How many nights had I cried myself to sleep, knowing he wouldn't come back? Seeing him in front of me, smiling at our surroundings as we walked, was like a dream. A dream I never wanted to wake up from.

We walked in a comfortable silence. Only our breathing resonated off the trees. Eventually, I could see an elegant house. It was breath taking, and I stopped.

"What's wrong?" He asked, softly.

"It's just…you know we didn't have houses like these in Texas. It's…too beautiful. I couldn't go in such a home."

He laughed at me, and I stuck my tongue out.

"At least you kept your Texan manners," he mused at me.

"And did you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course, ma'am. Now if you would please follow me." He answered.

I laughed and allowed myself to be pulled into the house. He took his shoes off, so I did too. It felt odd to be barefoot after wearing my shoes for a long time. I admit to stealing shoes from people if mine would break. Just thinking of it made me smile.

He decided to give me the grand tour, saving the living room for last. To this, I was confused until I realized that all of them were sitting in living room, awaiting us.

"Everyone," he said when we walked into the living room. "This is Bella."

My shyness washed over me, and Jasper chuckled.

"No need to be shy. Trust me."

I stared at him, mouth agape, while a big one laughed.

"Well, Jasper. I see we have a new addition to our coven. I'm Emmett." His big booming voice eased me some and I smiled.

"Hello," I said, cautiously.

"I am Carlisle," The one man said standing up. "The leader of this coven, I suppose. This is my wife Esme, Emmett's wife Rosalie, Jasper's wife Alice, and Edward."

He pointed at each and every one of them. I nodded and waved each time, noticing how Alice zeroed in on mine and Jasper's conjoined hands.

"My name is Isabella Swan. I knew Jasper before he went off to war in 1861. Yes, I am that old." I answered.

Everyone chuckled softly.

"Maybe I should start, darlin'?" Jasper asked.

I stared at him and smiled. I hadn't been called darlin' in so long…

"Of course."

"You all know my story. Before I went off to war, I met Isabella here. January 2, 1861 was the Winter Ball. They would have had it in December, but it was postponed due to said war. She stepped through the doors, dressed in green. I noticed many other of the men, much to old for her seventeen self, looking at her so I made my move. We danced that night, and at every dance after that." He said.

"My mother never approved of Jasper Whitlock," I cut in. "She said that I deserved so much better. I didn't think so and I defied her wishes. He courted me the rest of that January."

"I headed to war the same day we gave ourselves to each other. It was one of the last things I could give her, besides my heart. Three long years passed before there was hope that the war would end. I came upon three beautiful girl's that night. One of which turned me. She was Mexican, and her name was Maria." He said.

Immediately, that name pulled me back into my memories.

"My name is Maria, dear human, and I am going to change you," she grinned and launched at me, and I could do nothing, but stand there, frozen.

I shook my head and looked at Jasper.

"Not you too," I whispered.

He furrowed his eye brows.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Maria was the one who changed me."

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