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The first day I saw them. It was the reason I had the first of the dreams. A sheen of salty sweat across my forehead, face flushed with the blood of fear, heart beating like an out of beat drum. That is what they brought to me.

I used to live with my Mom. I was happy with her.

Well, I wasn't happy but it was familiar and comforting.

It was safe.

But I couldn't stand the constant travelling; the never ending travelling.

Constantly being uprooted, being forced from this place to that place, it was just plain irritating.

It wasn't that I never stayed in one area long enough to make friends ( in fact I am quite happy to sit alone at a cafeteria table, lost in my thoughts and not have to listen to the daily, shallow chatter of the other girls at school.) but I needed stability.

So I decided to move to my Dad's. I decided to move to perhaps the rainiest, coldest town in Washington.

Forks.

It wasn't like I had to worry about how my hair-brained mother would fend for herself; she had her new boyfriend and he would look after her.

But that's not to say I didn't feel guilty for leaving.

It was a sad time of rivers of sadly shed tears and the croaks of hoarse throats whispering goodbye.

Never the less I moved in with my Dad, Charlie, and started a new life in Forks.

All of this led to me enrolling in forks high school 'home of the Spartans'. That is the place where I saw him and his strange family. The Cullens.

They had pale skin and moved with unearthly grace. Their smouldering golden eyes, thick black lashes and blood red lips were set in the chiselled outlines of their faces.

They were perfect.

Too perfect.

I am not an intrusive person in general. I try not to stick my nose in to places that it doesn't belong but they inspired such a curiosity in me.

The short, pixie like Alice skipping from one side of the hall to the other, while her pitch black hair jutted out in all directions.

The sun coloured strands that framed the face of Rosalie. A face that was always showing some sort of distain or boredom.

The bulky, dark haired figure that was Emmett.

The boyish good-looks of Edward, who always had a serious expression on his face. It was like he was constantly contemplating a matter of extreme importance.

All of it so curious.

But the most curious thing of all is the angelic mass of honey hair upon Jasper's head. 'An angel in hell' you would think at the pained expression that marred his handsome face. He had a certain air about him. If you looked into the eyes of any of the Cullen family you would think they were much older and had experienced a great amount of years of life but Jasper's even more so. It was like he had lived a life that none of us could comprehend.

Curiouser and curiouser.

They say that curiosity killed the cat.

Later that day I had Biology with Edward (the youngest looking one in the family)

His eyes, which were previously a warm gold, were now a raven black; two large black holes sucking you away from the outskirts of reality.

I didn't understand what happened that day; Edward was acting so strange and he kept on edging away from me like I smelt of something bad. How could he hate me so much when he knew me so little?

After that day a series of unfortunate and unexplainable events unfolded; my fascination in the Cullen family grew (especially with the one they called Jasper), the day that Edward saved me from the van, and finally the day the dreams started.

It was a quiet, calm night. My brain was racing with thoughts of Jacob's story about the 'cold ones', which prevented me from falling into the sweet peacefulness of sleep, and the art project that was due in the next day wasn't helping, yet I did manage to finally get some shut eye (even if it was two hours before I had to get up again)

This is what happened:

I woke up cold and alone. The merciless air bit at my ankles and finger tips as it weaved through my hair and pulled harshly on the dull brown stands. This didn't quite fit with the burning heat I could feel radiating towards my right and violent flicker of light that I could see from the corner of my eye. Dragging myself up from the ground I tried to examine my surroundings. I was surrounded by trees. Their nearly black branches were hunched forward, crushed together and beating the air in time with the fierce wind. Other than that and the huge random bonfire to my right wherever I was seemed completely abandoned. There wasn't any clicking of crickets. There wasn't any hooting of owls. There wasn't anything but the crackling of the fire and the eerie rustling of the trees leaves.

And then, out of no where, came a swoosh of air. The force of which knocked me from my feet and had my left hand cooking in the flames. A scream of agony and fear ripped from my mouth as I cradled the scorched flesh.

Before I could jump up to face my attacker (what on earth could move that fast!) a heavy weight was on top of me and blood red eyes were staring in to mine. Angelic golden hair and eyes that could have been on earth for hundreds of years.

Jasper.

A fierce snarl could be heard as he bared his teeth and then lunged. Seconds before his teeth plunged into my neck everything went black.

I awoke to sensation of burning in my hand. After jumping up so fast that I hit my head on the headboard I stared at the source of the pain. The very same hand that fell into the bonfire in my dream was now bubbled up with blisters and shining a deeper than blush like red.

That was the first time I dreamed of Jasper Hale.

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