Author's Note: Ok, thank you to those that review! Oh, and thank you to Hawk-EVB for betaing my stories!

All my life consisted of was blood- how to get it, where to get it, and who to kill to get it. Nothing else really mattered.

There was also war. That's where the killing came into play. Each vampire had a coven that they belonged to, and they killed other vampires for their cattle(humans). Older vampires turned unsuspecting humans into new vampires, and that's how they got their armies.

My job was to kill them when they got older.

As a new vampire got older, it was my job to kill them after they started to get weaker. When a vampire is young, they still have all their human blood in them that makes them stronger. As they got older, their body burned up the blood and they got weaker.

We don't want weaker.

Daily I would kill over 20 vampires. They had no idea what was happening, either. They would line up in a waiting room and I would take them into a separate room one by one and kill them.

And then I'd call for the next one, and then the next until I was done for the day. The others had no idea what happened to them, and I don't think they really cared.

And that night I would turn more of them. Of course, with Maria's help.

In the South, people went out at night all alone all the time. It was custom for them to sit out on the veranda watching the sunset and drinking just enough to get a little zinged. It was easy enough to call out from the forest yelling that I needed help. And then my prey came to me. Quite simple, you see?

Then the man or woman would come into the forest, and they had no idea what hit them. I'd suck one dry, then move to the next house where someone of the opposite sex lived, change them, and everybody would assume they ran away together.

Three days later, we had another vampire.

I would do that roughly 10 times a night. It only took about an hour or two. Then I would go to the place that was supposedly my 'home', and spend whatever time I had left with Maria, doing things that would prepare us for the next war. It was a tedious life, but I didn't know what else to do.

Again, all my life consisted of was blood.

"Jasper?" That's me, by the way. Maria heaved me from my musings.

"What do you need?" I asked her, hoping she would go away.

"Well, I was thinking. It's time to move on. All those cities up in the North- it makes me thirsty just thinking about all the options. As you know, the Northerners don't think like we do. It would be all too simple just to slowly take them over." Maria gave me a predatory smile.

I smiled back in response. "But why should we leave? We have everything we need here."

Maria flipped her hair, like she always does when she gets aggravated with me.

"Because, handsome, there are more options up there. Again, free blood is just calling for us. Would you ignore that?"

I sighed, and gave in. Just like I always have done with Maria. It makes her shut up. "Fine, whatever you want."

"That's the Jasper I know and love." She kissed me, and it took all of my power not to push her away. Instead, I pulled her closer.

I hated her more than anything, and I don't think she was that fond of me. Our partnership was nothing more than that: a partnership out of convenience. You didn't need love in the South, and that's how it worked with us.

"So, where are we going?" I asked her as I pulled her away.

She grinned at me and replied:

" Washington , of course."

(Author's Note: BPOV)

Of all the places for my father to live, it had to be Forks, Washington , the city of rain. And it wasn't really a city, more of a town. Heck, I wouldn't even call it a town. It was in the middle of no where, and there was nothing to do.

For most of my life, I had lived in Phoenix , Arizona . That's where my mother and I had lived together.

Until now, that is.

Recently, my mother got remarried. He isn't horrible; he's just too young- at least for my mother, that is. My mother is in her mid 40's, and Phil is around 25. He makes her happy though.

My happiness on the other hand, was a different matter all together.

So now, I am on my way to Forks, the rainiest place on earth, to live with my father, Charlie.

Me and my father had't spent a lot of time together over the last few years. Our summer vacation used to consist of me spending a part of the break with him, up until I turned 13. Then I demanded that we spend our vacation where I wanted: someplace sunny. He agreed to it.

It shocked him when I told him I was coming though, because- like my mother- I never hid the fact that I hated Forks with a burning passion. But, he gladly took me in with open arms.

I am on the plane right now, heading up to the place I had no real urge to go to. I'm stuck beside some cute little kid and his balding father. The kid looks around 4 or so, and refuses to quit talking!

"My name is Nikka. What's yours? I love football, do you?" He looked at me with dark brown eyes.

"My name is Bella. I don't really care for football that much. You have a different name, why is that?"

"Oh, I'm not quite sure. I'm El Salvadorian, so I guess that's why." He scratched the top of his head. Cute kid.

Then he changed the subject. "Where are you going?"

"Nikka, don't bother the young lady," He father told him.

"It's ok sir, I don't mind."

"If you say so. Tell me if he starts to get on your nerves." He ruffled his son's thick hair.

"Da-ad!" Nikka whined, crossed his arms and started pouting.

This is going to be a loooong plane ride.

Author's Note: Ok, so not my greatest chapter, but I promise the next one will be awesome! Review! And the chapters will be longer, and better, but it takes at least a few chapters for the plot to thicken! Please continue to read!

XOXOX

Adrian