Chapter 2 (: I know this is slightly shorter, but I just wanted to put in some background before jumping in :D

P.S. I don't think I can afford to have this length of chapters in the future… or update as often. It's just that I'm on vacation right now AND I had written out the first two chapters since a long time ago

Disclaimer still applies.

~Flashback~

"No! Jasper, please! Don't go! Don't…" I sank to my knees as I begged him not to go, to not leave me here, to not abandon me.

"Darlin', you know I have to. It's my duty. I have to." Jasper kneeled down to my level and looked me in the eyes, trying to reason with me.

"No! You don't! You're too young! Wait a few more years. Wait-"

"In a few years, the war might be over. What if the North wins? How can I live a comfortable life here knowing that my friends- our friends, family, neighbors and the people we see every day on the street are dying for our victory? For our freedom?"

'But you'll be with me. We can do things together, Jasper. Watch over the farm, enjoy our life together. Jasper, what if… what if… if you don't come back?" My voice was hoarse with crying and wailing, but didn't let up a single bit.

"I WILL come back, darlin'. I WILL come back and then we can live our life like none of this ever happened."

"But…" I tried to retaliate, but he hushed me. I felt the ghost of a kiss on my cheek, but when I looked up, he was gone.

Gone.

The rain helped to disguise my tears.

~End Flashback~

Gone.

Just like that.

It was like it didn't matter to him that we had been courting for the past three years, friends since before we could walk. It was like he didn't care about me at all, like all that mattered in his life was serving the Confederate Army, not giving two pence about anything else. I loved Jasper, I truly did, as I still do now.

~Flashback~

There was a knock on the door one day as Momma and I were preparing dinner. Poppa was out back inspecting the harvesting, so I answered the door. My world had basically disintegrated since he left. I lost track of time, the only marker being church every Sunday.

It was Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock, their eyes red with tears running down their cheeks. I sucked in a ragged breath. One look at the elderly couple and I knew what had happened. As they stumbled into the house, Mrs. Whitlock, a woman I had considered a second mother to me, clutched my arms tightly and whispered, "He's gone."

~End Flashback~

And just like that, he was gone.

Well and truly gone.

He didn't die, of that I am confident. They never did recover his body, although the decorated uniform of a Major General is hard to miss. He certainly wasn't captured by the Union. Those vile bastards would never have been able to keep their fat mouths shut about capturing one of the highest officers in the Confederate ranks. The only thing they found to connect to him was his horse, a beautiful Thoroughbred that was so out of its mind that they had to shoot the poor thing.

All of my human life, I believed that he was out there somewhere, waiting for me to go and find him- save him from the life he was living. Now, in my 156th year as a vampire, I know.

I know where he is and I will find him and get. him. back. There's only one problem…

"Momma? Are you okay? Do you want me to get Gramma and Pops?" Yes. I have a little daughter. The love child of me and Jasper, conceived the night he first told me he wanted to join the war effort. If only I had known I was pregnant before he left. It alone would have convinced him to stay.

And yes, she is an immortal child. The same vampire who changed me changed her too, my dearest Abigail Natasha Whitlock and now she's on par with werewolves and rule-breakers in the Volturi's eyes, by precious baby girl. Why? Abi's nothing like those… those vile monsters.

"Honey, you okay? You're scaring Abigail, dear. Please, for her sake, come back to reality." It was my mother, preserved in time for all eternity, just like my father, my angel and me. Six years after Jasper… disappeared, and exquisite, blindingly beautiful lady just walked into our house. The next thing I remember was the pain. The intense pain that made me feel as if I was on fire, while acid replaced the blood in my bones, I was on the ground, writing in pain for God-knows-how-long.

"Yeah Momma. Just… thinking," I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Momma nodded understandingly as she took Poppa's had and disappeared into the dense coniferous forests of North-Eastern Canada. Sighing, I hoisted Abigail piggy-back style onto my shoulders and took off after them.

That's all for now, folks (: Like I said, the next chapter will take some time since I need to plot out the speed of the story as well as write the chapter.

Hope you like it for now. I really wanna know, so take a few minutes and drop in a review, please!