Chapter 1

Disclaimer:See prologue!

Hello friends! A little info before you jump into this spillage of my brain. First off, this is set in present day, because I refuse to give up things like Ed Sheeran or Google. Every single character is very OOC, don't like it? Leave, because I really don't give a fuck. And there's another thing, I curse. A lot. So, even though this is rated T, there will be lots of cussing. Also, rating might change. Depends on how I'm feeling.

Luckily for you all, I have acquired a fabulous, amazing beta. My many thanks to MajorWhitlocksBrokenGirl.

Now, off you go, my sugarcakes! MAUH!

Isabella's POV

October 11th, 2015

"Bella! Turn that racket down!" My eyes widened and my arms flung out to my sides, trying to find purchase on something, my heart thumping loudly when I finally caught on to my dresser through my window. I looked down into the dewy grass twenty feet below, and sent a small thank you to whoever was listening. That could have ended badly, very badly.

"Yes sir!" I took one last puff from my cigarette, and then stubbed it out in the ash tray that was conveniently on my dresser, or life saver, whichever you prefer. Jumping off my window sill, I walked over to my iHome and turned it down a ways. Ed Sheeran faded, his sexy, rustic voice having less of an affect than before. The Cosmo I was absent mindedly flipping through had not been as lucky as I, and had not survived the dangerous event. Not too treacherous, I suppose, seeing as nothing would grant me distraction from the impending doom I was to face tomorrow. Dramatic? Yes. But if anyone can honestly say that they absolutely love school, then… well congrats for them, I guess. Schools, for me, suck big, hairy balls, and then add on to that starting a new school, late, in your junior year? Yeah, it's going to be a blast.

Would the boys in Forks be better or worse than in Phoenix? Will I have good friends or will they all be fake bitches? Figuring it'll be worse if I'm lacking on my beauty sleep, I throw the other magazines off my bed and climb under the lavender comforter. Grimacing, I traced the pattern more fit for a young girl, than a teen. Don't get me wrong, Charlie is great, but we have never really had much of a relationship and he still considers me as his little girl. That could be my mother's fault, though. Now, my mother, she's a bitch. What kind of mother makes her child pay the bills from age ten? Or cook and clean and shop?

I clenched my hands into the duvet, trying to prevent them from shaking with anger. As far back as I could remember Renée was never really a mother. More like a wild housemate. She had a new plaything every week, and weekday parties where a frequent thing. Drunken nights and hungover mornings pretty much described my mother's life. She never could keep a job, choosing instead to become a notorious gold digger. I wasn't complaining too much though, because that money kept the lights, heat and water on, so I was grateful for that at least. All throughout middle school, I was meek and mousy, until I met Grayson and Grace. The twins cannonballed into my life at the beginning of my freshman year. I sighed, remembering the whirlwind that was the twins.

-Flashback-

I slid into the empty seat at the back of the classroom. Glancing around, I observed the various posters and track photos that scattered the larger room. It seems Johnson was the track and cross-country coach, as well as a Chemistry, BioChem, and Physics teacher. Wow. Busy guy. Bending down, I unbuttoned the flap on my massager bag. Pulling out my crisp, new collage ruled composition book, I had neatly started to print my name on the cover, when a loud cackle interrupted me.

"Oh god, Grace, you could at least try to live up to your name." A teenaged guy waltzed in, followed by a girl. She seemed to be doing an interruptive dance, her limbs like noodles, wiggling and squirming, and her spine seeming to be made of Jell-O, her torso circling and flopping around all over the place. When she registered the boy's words, she immediately straightened and became incredibly poised.

"Brother, where shall we sit?" She said primly before bursting into giggles. Her brother didn't seem to be fazed, just gestured towards the two empty seats in front of me, in my "table group". (Seriously, what are we? Kindergarteners?) The two began making their way over to me, Grace mumbling "How do you do?" with giggles attached, to a few people who just nodded to her, seeming to be used to this strangeness as well. I shifted my eyes to my book just as they got to me, bickering about who got the seat closest to the front of the room. The boy won, sort of, as he used his foot to push his sister out of the chair and on to the floor, and then delicately sat in the now empty chair. Grace sprung up off the ground and into the other chair, chipper as can be.

"Hi!" She shouted. I winced; she is really loud.

"Hello." I mumbled, going back to writing my name, grade, and class on the front.

"I'm Grace! And this is Grayson! We are both juniors! Who are you?" She asked, as loud and as rambling as ever.

"I'm Isabella. Freshman." I said glancing up at her smiling face. Grayson sighed.

"You are scaring her, Gracie. Clam down."

"Oh, I'm sorry. My momma says I have no filter, and that I ramble a lot. She hates it. So does daddy. Oh, Grayson, don't forget to call him after school and tell him about auditions. I know he just got a new shipment in, so it will make it easier on him to not have to rush to get here and pick us up. Oh and-"

"Grace!" Grayson said exasperatedly before turning to me. "I'm sorry about her, Isabella. She's not always like this. She just had a lot of sugar today." He shot her a look. "Even after I begged her not to. But what can you do?" I smiled, observing my two new interesting tablemates.

-End Flashback—

And from then on, we were best friends. Both of them could probably be certified as insane, but I mostly ignore that fact because I probably was too. As the theatre geeks they are, they frequently use more dramatics then necessary. I still remember the first time the two came over to the house. Grayson sobbed for a good twenty minutes over my "hideous, outdated hand-me-downs" before announcing I needed a whole new wardrobe. I reluctantly mentioned our money issues, but the two were having none of it.

The Tomas family runs a huge shipping company and their mother is a pretty well-known director, so they were very well off, and the twins insisted on paying for everything. When they called their mother, Gretchen, she was ecstatic, insisting on coming with us and helping. Mrs. Tomas is pretty awesome; her main focus in life is her kid's happiness. She basically adopted me, helping me in ways my own mother never would. She always listened to me, whether it be about the stupid teenage drama, like boy troubles, bullies, and sometimes just let me talk about everything under the sun. I could picture her now, cigarette dangling from her lips, rolling the stem of an emptied wine glass between her palms, her hair and makeup perfect but dressed in sweats and a tee-shirt. Unsurprisingly, she was the one who got me started on cigarettes. I sighed, pushing down the nostalgia, and burrowing into the new-smelling sheets. I laid there for a bit, still drowning in nostalgia. Soon, I felt the waves of sleep crash over me and succumbed easily.

Jasper's POV

September 2nd, 2015

I could hear the grin in Peter's voice before he hung up, the dial tone blaring. I sighed. Cryptic bastard. He makes Edward seem like a blessing sometimes. Well… maybe not. Edward seemed to make it his personal mission to be as condescending as possible and even on his best of days, I could not stand him. And today, as we moved into the Forks house, he seemed to think himself too precious to lift anything, instead choosing to order us around all day. Really, the only things that stopped me from torching the assface was Emmett and Rosalie.

Rosalie, my younger sister in all ways that matter and Emmett, my friend. They reminded me a lot of Peter and Charlotte except calmer and but at the same time, more high-strung because of the constant pressure of our diet. Alice, well… she was my wife, and she saved me from the deep black hole that was the southern vampire wars and I would always be grateful for that, but lately she had been getting on my nerves, excessively so. A couple months ago, Alice had a vision. It was… confusing. She had reacted strangely, her emotions coloring with anger and confusion. When I asked her about it she explained that she had seen me slip, but she had tried to conceal a whole bucket of deceit, which was impossible. Though, everyone seemed to be under the impression that it was possible to hide your emotions from an Empath, but that's fine by me. It just means that I get the unaltered view of the way people react to things. Like Carlisle's triumph and morbid amusement when he heard of my eminent "slip".

The Major inside me often questioned why I hadn't confronted them on their confusing emotions, and lately I had wondered the same thing. Years ago, when I had first started the "Vegetarian" life, I would have never considered questioning them. When at that time, they were like gods in my eyes, offering me a new way to survive and I was too thankful to think of them as anything less than perfect. But now, after years of resisting and pushing back natural instinct, I was getting a bit tired of it. So many times Peter and Charlotte would call, offering me a way to live comfortably, and it is always so had to resist, but in the last few weeks, the possibility of jumping ship was beginning to look more and more appealing. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Edward, eyes squinted at me and nose high in the air.

Don't like it, fucker? Then stay outta' my head! Dickward.

October 11th, 2015

It's only been four weeks. Four weeks in my own personal hell. We only went to Forks High for appearance sake anyways. And to add to that it was torture to those of us affected by our environment. That was probably the only thing Edward and I would ever bond with; the horror that was teenage hormones. To be completely honest, I couldn't decide who had it worst. Edward had to witness the things that made them feel the lust they did, but I was… affected by it.

The way I feel others emotions is strange, and describing it was even more so. It's like my own emotions were in a bubble, of sorts, and the emotions of others are in a different bubble. Everyone around me has their own smaller bubble that all goes into that second bubble. When it's just me and someone else or I'm completely focused on one person their emotions fill that second bubble and I can feel every single thing they are as well as my own. But within a small enclosed space, like Forks High, that second bubble gets overwhelmed and it starts spilling smaller portions of the most simple and populated emotions into my bubble, causing me to feel exactly what they feel, which is, more often than not, depression and lust.

It wasn't always like that. As a newborn, everyone else's emotions ran rampant and I just took to what everyone else was feeling and adopted those emotions like they were my own. For the first two years of my life as a vampire, I had no clue I even had a gift. I wasn't until we started moving into more human populated areas that we actually realized I had a gift. When we did, Maria demanded that I be trained in Empathy and pulled some strings making sure that I had the best training possible, by someone with a gift as close to mine as could be, though not exactly because there is no such thing as exactly the same when talking about vampire gifts. With help from David, I mastered keeping the various emotions separate. It wasn't until years later when Peter came that we realized I could manipulate others emotions.

-Flashback—

Metal tearing, marble crunching, and people screaming was the party soundtrack that filled the warm Texan skies that night, just like it had for so many nights before. Those where nothing new, of course, but what was new was the laughter. No, not the cold, lightning-like, victorious cackle of Maria, but a warm chuckle that seemed to get louder every second. I was at to the source of the sound the next instant, my body moving on instinct and pushing the foreign… thing against the wall by its throat. I looked into the vibrant red eyes of a newborn, reading the chaotic emotions it was filled with, the main one being amusement.

"What are you giggling at, boy?" I growled. His amusement grew, and with it, my anger.

"Well, it seems I have found my mate. I guess it's time to die." He continued his rambling, but I ignored it. I realized that this, he, was not a newborn, just under complete distress at finding his newborn mate and knowing Maria's rule about mated pairs in her army.

"Just shut up." I said, stopping his rambling about goodbye's and other odd things. He shut his mouth immediately, showing the little intelligence he had, but a smirk reminded. My mind was working double-time. Why on earth had I continued to listen to him this long? As soon as I heard the word 'mate' I should have ripped his head off and set it alight, but something stopped me. Maybe it was because he was the only source of good emotions in this hell hole. He was just lucky no one else was clear-minded enough to process his words.

"Bring her to me." I released his throat as I finished my non-sentence. He was gone and back in seconds with a blonde, tiny female clinging to him.

"Newborn." I snapped and she reluctantly slid off her sloth-like perch on his chest.

"Yes Major?" Her voice responded though her lips had moved so fast, the movement of them could barely be detected. He was looking at her like she was the sun that his world revolved around and the love and contentment they radiated made me dizzy.

"First off what are your names?"

"Peter."

"Charlotte, sir."

Their eyes met, obviously hearing their names for the first time, and the utter love and devotion was nauseating.

"Well, Peter your time is almost up. You behave like a two year old. How old are you to this world?"

"Two years in a week, Major."

"Why has Maria kept you around this long?" I asked, trying to ignore the fact that young Charlotte was radiating lust like waves.

"I've got a gift. Maria says it's future-seeing, but it's not. I just… know shit." Ah yes. I had heard of him. We often have to keep documented who has what gift, in order to make sure our army can't turn against us. Maria suggested him as a new Captain, and I told her I would check him out. I hadn't. As my mind had wandered off, it seemed Charlotte's had too, and she had attached herself to Peter's chest and was attacking his neck with her lips. God, I hated newly mated couples.

"Charlotte, Peter." I snapped, my patience wearing thin. When neither responded to me, my anger grew. Again. Suddenly, both Peter and Charlotte where coming towards me, rage in their expressions. Their forms became stock still, surprise in their features. My subconscious seemed to know what was happening and started playing with the two vampires, changing their emotions from happy to sad then back to happy again over and over. I tried to do it consciously, imagining them as extremely fearful and instantly they were cowering against the barn wall. I released them from the hold of my gift and grinned. This was going to be fun.

-End of Flashback—

From then on, I used my gift with the help of Peter's to hide their mating until they were caught… celebrating after a rather tough but victorious battle for Enid, Oklahoma (stupid really, the place could barely fit a toothpick), and they were forced to run. Charlotte had tried to convince me to come with them, but Peter said it wasn't my time, and that I needed to contact them as soon as I escaped. After I escaped, I stayed with them for a decade before I found Alice in that diner. So truth be told, I guess it was Peter and Char who saved me from the wars.

"Jasper! Come on! Get ready!" Alice's tinkling voice floated up the stairs. I glanced at the clock on my study wall. It seemed I had been lost in my thoughts and memories all night, and it was five minutes before Alice wanted to leave. I flashed to our bedroom, changing into some worn jeans and a blue tee shirt, before adding my brown leather jacket and boots. I grabbed my bag and made my down the steps of the Cullen household. All of the "children" were gathered in the entry way. Alice froze when she saw me, her jaw slack.

"Jazzy, what are- no, you know what, it doesn't even matter. Let's just get going, I want to see her!" Alice then proceeded to bounce and twirl her way to the Jeep, the only vehicle the Cullen's owned that could fit us all. When we had all piled in, Emmett, who was driving, turned up the music, which was currently playing Macklemore. Immediately protesting Edward, or more appropriately dickward, was ignored by Emmett as he turned the music up even higher. I grinned. I was already having a good day.

Let's just hope it continues that way.

See you next Sunday!xx

Bailey Lynn