Chapter 2
300 years later….
Jasper walked down the road one evening.
It had been years since he had run away from his village and he had returned a few years ago to find that it had completely changed and it was renamed to Forks.
He opened a rusty old gate and walked into a graveyard.
He walked over to a grave and looked down at it.
'Mary Alice Brandon.
Daughter of Richard Brandon and Scarlett Brandon
Sister to Melody Brandon and Sebastian Brandon
Born 1st February 1705 died 5th October 1801
May she forever be in our hearts.'
"Did you know her?" Came a voice behind him.
Jasper jumped and turned to see a girl looking at him from the grave that she was kneeling at.
He gasped when he saw her face.
She had long black hair, olive white skin and beautiful hazel eyes.
'She looks like Mary. Could it be? No that's impossible.'
The girl saw him staring at her and blushed deep red.
"Umm…. Yeah I knew her."
"Oh. But she died nearly three hundred years ago. How is it that you knew her?"
"My grandmother used to tell me stories about her before she passed away several months ago." Jasper lied. "Since then I always come to visit. What about you?"
He looked over at the tombstone.
'Clara Charlotte Brandon
Wife to Nathan William Brandon
Mother to Alice Mary Brandon and Cynthia Maria Brandon.
Born 20th September 1981 died July 15th 2009.''
"Is that your mum?" he asked.
She nodded and looked down.
"Where is your family?" Jasper asked.
She pointed to 2 more tombstones next to her mothers.
"I'm really sorry." Jasper said. "How did they die?"
"Car accident. I was at home at the time when it happened."
"I'm really sorry." Jasper said as he extended his hand to hers. "My name is Jasper Whitlock."
She grabbed hold of it and shook it. "Alice Brandon."
Jasper noticed that his hand was tingling when he touched her hand.
He shook his head and smiled at Alice. "Nice to meet you Alice."
"You as well Jasper. I have to get going now. I hope that we meet again sometime Jasper."
Jasper nodded. "I hope so as well."