*Jasper*

The moment Mr Peters told us that we'd sit together, I felt as if someone had thrown ice cold water over me. I could sense her terror also, and I wondered, what exactly did she see last night? But what scared me more than anything, were her feelings. Or at least, her control over them. She reigned in calm from nowhere, forcing it to serve her.

When she sat next to me, we were so close we were almost touching. I didn't know what to do. The thirst I felt was unimaginable and I should have taken her. No one can push away thirst like that, especially not me. The 'newest vegetarian in the family'. Every time she moved, I was hit by her scent. I pressed my hand to my face in a feeble attempt to block it out. And then she spoke.

"I thought you were a Cullen?" She whispered carefully.

I was amazed at how well she was controlling her emotions, so amazed, in fact, that the thirst left me for a moment. I looked at her. I couldn't help noticing she was beautiful. Not Rosalie beautiful, but human beautiful. She had dark brown hair that fell in ripples just past her shoulders. Her eyes were a brilliant blue-green, and stood out the most on her face. They drew your gaze. I could see the shadows beneath her eyes from last nights...incident. She was tall, I'd noticed that yesterday, and slender, like those 'models', some humans seemed to worship. Very different to Alice. Jemima's bone structure was broader than my wifes, more athletic. Her jaw and general face was different too. She was by no means perfect, but she was beautiful. It took me less than a second to analyse her, so she saw no hesitation in my answer, only one that I used on purpose.

"My sister, Rosalie, and I are Hales. Edward, Emmett and Alice Cullen are siblings."

"Oh. Then why do you live together?"

The skin between her curved brows furrowed into two shallow lines that a human's eye would not see.

I moved my eyebrows too, raising them instead, at her question, but answered, "We are Doctor Carlisle, and his wife Esme's, adopted children."

"Oh," she repeated, looking at me carefully. Looking into my eyes with surprising bravery. Not many humans could look into a vampires eyes like that, especially not one who had such a large reason to be afraid. I could see the blood flowing into her cheeks as our eye contact lingered, turning her cheeks the most delicious colour I'd ever seen. Venom was bitter on my tongue, and I felt my eyebrows pull together in concentration.

Suddenly, I felt her emotions change. First surprise, and then understanding, and finally fear. Her eyes widened and she turned quickly to the board. I saw her pale face turn even whiter. Unlike my brother, I am not a mind-reader, but I knew that she had discovered something. I knew that watching her made her uncomfortable, but I could not look away. There was something other than thirst with this girl. And it scared me.

*Jemima*

"We are Doctor Carlisle, and his wife Esme's, adopted children." He explained, his voice a little strained, and a Texan accent I never knew he had, twanged musically.

"Oh," I repeated, looking into his golden eyes. It was then that I realized what had been wrong last night.

His eyes.

In the dream, they had been red. At the end of the dream, when I woke up, it wasn't some kind of afterimage. His eyes had been dark, but they still shone like liquid gold. My eyes widened.

Jasper had been in my room last night.

Fear trickled down my spine, and I pulled my gaze away from Jasper's confused face.

The relief I felt when the school bell sounded! I had felt Jasper's eyes on me for the rest of the lesson. It had been more than uncomfortable this time. I was scared. Scared for my mum...scared for me. I don't think I could've got out of that class any quicker than I did. Power-walking down the corridors, I slipped into the Ladies Bathroom. Thankfully, it was empty. I only just made it to the toilet in time to empty my stomach. I didn't even bother closing the door. I hardly noticed when someone entered silently behind me, I couldn't stop retching. Finally, I collapsed onto the floor, tears streaming down my face. It was only then did I really notice the person who stood gracefully over me.

"Are you alright?"

I just looked at her. Her slightly disgusted expression changed and she rolled her eyes at herself, "Obviously not."

She pulled out a packet of mints from her designer bag, "Here, you're breath stinks."

"Thanks," I mumbled, popping a few mints into my mouth at once. I looked at the girl while I chewed the mints. She was insanely beautiful for a start. Her long blonde hair was plaited in a French plait down her back, and her eyes were the same golden colour as Jasper's. Thinking of Jasper made me feel ill again, but there was nothing more to throw up. The girl hovered tentatively above me.

"You're...Jas...Jaspers sister aren't you? Rosalie?"

She raised her perfect eyebrows, but nodded, "You know Jasper?"

I nodded sadly. Yep, I knew Jasper. Rosalie looked at me for awhile, before speaking again, "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

I looked at my hands uncomfortably. How could I tell her! His sister! Rosalie noticed my silence,

"It's alright; you don't have to tell me. It would be nice to know your name though?"

"Jemima Cooper."

"Well Jemima, it was nice to meet you, but I have to go now. Are you coming?"

I paused, and then nodded. Rosalie helped me up, but once I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I could stand up perfectly fine.

"Oh my God!" I groaned, walking over to the mirror, "I look terrible."

"Yeah, you do," Rosalie agreed, coming up behind me, "Here."

Quickly, delicately, she pulled a small bag out of her school bag. Before I could say anything, she sat me down with surprising strength on the counter by the sinks. She whipped out various brushes and powders and cream from the bag silently. "What are you-"

"Shhh," Rosalie commanded, getting to work on my face. Wow, Jasper's beautiful sister was giving me a makeover. It took her literally five minutes, and she was done.

She stepped back to look at her handiwork, and smiled to herself, "Your hair's gorgeous already, so that's fine, but you really should invest in some proper make-up."

"Umm, okay?"

I slipped slowly off the counter and turned warily. The girl in the mirror didn't look like me. She looked...beautiful. The first thing I noticed about her was her eyes. They were big and beautiful, and an unusual, but gorgeous blue-green colour. They contrasted incredibly with her dark wavy hair and pale skin. A light blush crept over her smooth cheeks, and she smiled with her naturally red lips.

"I...I...Wow. Rosalie you're a miracle worker."

"I know, but honestly, you always were beautiful, you just didn't know how to show it. Oh, and that's a big compliment coming off of me, trust me, but you know what? I like you Jemima. Tell you what, when's your birthday?"

"14th October, why?"

"Good, not far off then. You'll have your present soon."

"What! I...You don't have to do tha-"

"I know. But I am, so say no more about it. It can be a joint present off me and Alice if it makes you feel better. Although you may have to go shopping with her, which unless you're Bella, you'll love."

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. Rosalie gasped, "Of course! You won't have met anyone else in our family. Let's go!"

"What! Where?"

She laughed, even that was beautiful, "To meet my family obviously. Come on!"