DC:I do not own the twilight saga!
AN: Please review! my little bro has been bugging me saying that no one reads this story so, please, just to prove him wrong review and share this story with your friends! Pleas! lol I'm not shallow i just want to prove my little bro wrong!
3rd person POV:
The house was quiet. Nether of the two vampires spoke. Both just re-played Jasper's first night as a vampire in their heads.
It was dark. A young, blond solider ended up wondering away from where the rest of the troop was sleeping. He was sure he heard a small group of girls talking, and he disided to head that way.
No army training could prepair him for what was to come.
He could hardly believe what happened.
He 'woke up' three days later, thinking it was all just a bad dream, a nightmare. But he wasn't where the rest of the army was sleeping. No, he was off in the middle of no where, in a small run down shack. He sat up in old ratty couch he was sitting in and glanced down at his pale skin. He always was pale, but never this pale. What was going on? His head snapped up and he could see his reflection in the dirty window on the other side of the room. The window was covered in filth and grime, no human should have been able to see such a faint reflection.
His eyes were black, his hands flew up to his through and his breathing stopped. But his body didn't fight for air like it did three days ago.
"Hello," someone said behind him. He turned around and a hiss came from his mouth. One hand left his through and covered his mouth.
"What's going on?!" he demanded. Two other women were standing behind the one that spoke.
"We've been watching you lately." The lady spoke. "You were strong as a human."
"What do you mean 'as a human'?"
"You're a vampire now." She smiled.
"Vampire." Jasper scoffed. Stories were going around the camp about vampires, but Jasper never believed them. The stories weren't of traditional vampires, they were of pale vampires with cold skin and eyes that changed colors with their thirst.
"It's true." She said. "I heard you speaking with a friend yesterday, about you wanting to go back home."
"What about it?"
"You can run home. If that would prove to you that you are a vampire."
Wanting to get out of the old building, Jasper took off out the old door.
Before he knew it, he was at his house. His nice, clean, two-story home.
"I have to be dreaming." He said with a breathy voice.
"You're not." The lady told him.
"Leave me alone." Jasper hissed in a hushed voice. He smiled when he heard his dad in the living room, his mom in the kitchen and his little sister upstairs in her room. He turned and watched the lady run away.
He walked up to the door and let himself in.
"Ma? Pa? I'm home!" He called. His mom turned around and gasped.
"Jasper!" She went up and hugged him. Jasper felt a burn in his throat. "Oh bud, your freasing!"
Jasper couldn't say anything. He didn't feel like himself anymore, the burning took over.
"Jasper?" His dad said, coming in from the living room. "Jasper! You're home!"
His dad hugged him, and the burning got worse.
"Jasper! Oh we missed you! You must have grown at least a inch while you were gone!"
His parents were to overjoyed to notice the cold look in their sons eyes.
Suddenly he couldn't take it any more.
A growl came from deep in his chest.
He pounced on his parents.
*****
Jasper's breathing was ragged. Blood dripped from his mouth and chin.
His parents were dead.
"Momma? Daddy?" A little girl with blond curls called as she came down the steps. "Is Jazzy home?"
Tonya, his little sister. Jasper and his little sister always got along and Tonya adored Jasper.
"Jazzy!" She smiled.
Jasper got a wicked smile on his lips as he took a deep breath of the new seint that filled the room.
"Ja-Jazzy?" The little girl started to walk backwards in fear of her brother who was walking towards her. "Why are you looking at me like that? Jazzy you're scarring me!"