Chapter Two

Alright, this one's short too. So I'll update later today.

Disclaimer – I don't own Twilight, nope, not at all. I do own this plotline and I do own Alessandria, who prefers Sandy.

Jasper POV

This school was different to the rest, I knew it. No one in my family would give me the reason for uprooting suddenly and moving from Manchester but everyone knew - I could sense their evasiveness. I sat at a table in the ugly canteen with only Jake and Nessie eating the food in front of them and concentrated on the noise around me to try and figure out what was different. I heard someone that Emmett described as the 'Jessica Stanley of Archenwood' telling her friends about us and our supposed reason for being here.

"So that's why they're here so late," a girl with a beautiful voice said whimsically. I heard her choke on something and turned around. That's when I saw her eyes. She was a girl we'd all noticed earlier that had stormed into the canteen looking (and feeling) furious. She had hair that glinted purple in the light and was a rich blackcurrant colour. Her features were angular except for her pouty lips which softened her face. Having seen her enter, I knew she only reached 5"4 but she had a presence that no one could ignore. She was curvy and toned; I assumed it to be the result of the diet her gay friend mentioned earlier. But her eyes were what drew me in. They were a lovely hazel colour that was the perfect mix of green and brown. I felt her emotions like they were my own – confusion, curiosity and contentment. I finally understood what the wolves felt when they imprinted. I was pretty sure she was my mate. The one I was meant to be with.

And she was human.

I looked up when her friend distracted her.

"Good choice Sandy. He's pure gold," he said appreciatively. I smirked.

"I don't know what you mean," she denied but I could hear the doubt in her voice and her emotions screamed the exact opposite of her words. I finally tuned out on their conversation and returned my attention to my family. Every single one of them was staring at me. Alice was beaming so widely I thought her face would break, Sylvester was smirking, Bella was giving me her 'hopeless romantic' look (as Emmett had named it), Rosalie was raising her eyebrow at me but smiling all the same, Emmett looked like he was about to make an inappropriate joke, Nessie was sighing happily whilst Jake just shook his head and Edward was staring sternly at me. I knew it was because I hadn't leapt for her throat. Her scent (peaches, roses and the calm before the storm) had registered but the insanely strong need to know her and protect her meant the smell was not as bothersome. I had also had another ten years since Bella had turned to adjust better to human blood and temptation. I knew I was dangerous, but I was in a better way than Edward had been with Bella. And 'Sandy' wasn't my singer. She was my mate. Edward stopped staring at me when these thoughts registered with him.

"She's the reason we're here, isn't she?" I asked Alice who nodded, holding Sylvester's hand tightly. We'd broken up on mutual terms a while ago, just after we met Sylvester.

"I had a vision that there was someone very important for you here and I wasn't going to let her get away. When I got here and we decided on Archenwood High, the vision became clearer and I saw her talking with you and the rest of us. She is going to get on very well with Rose," Alice explained perkily. Rose looked shocked at that information.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded and Alice shrugged airily.

"I wanted things to work out naturally. But now you know so I have to tell you to let her approach you first. It'll be good for her confidence," Alice said and Rose nodded.

"And it lets you know she really wants to be your friend," Sylvester added. Seeing a flaw, I made to point it out but Rose beat me there.

"But how do I know I really want to be her friend now? What if it's just a reaction to this vision and she finds out?" Rose asked in a panicked tone. I hurried to calm her down as Alice shook her head.

"Rose, you two are meant to be good friends, just like she and Jasper are meant to be together." Rose looked pacified. I was just hoping that 'Sandy' and I wouldn't have to go through the pain Edward and Bella had to go through for a happily ever after.

"You would hope so. And her full name is Alessandria Mitchell. She prefers Sandy and hates being called Al," Edward told me and I nodded in thanks.

"So, when are you going to talk to her?" Alice asked casually yet eagerly and I shook my head. I was thinking. I had heard that some of the wolves' imprints had reacted badly to the discovery of the imprint because they thought the wolves were only with them because they thought they had to be. If Alessandria found out we were meant to be together (hopefully not soon as that would mean finding out I was a vampire), would she react similarly? Would she thing I was only with her because I 'had to be'? Edward shook his head.

"That isn't what I'd worry about," he assured me but there was something to worry about, according to his word choice.

"Then what should concern me?" I asked, my southern accent breaking through slightly. Edward was looking in Alessandria's direction.

"You'll find out soon enough." He wasn't feeling very helpful I gathered. I glanced at Alessandria again to find her looking upset. Her emotions were even darker than her facial expression. What was she thinking about?

Edward POV

Her thoughts were bleak to match her expression and, judging by Jasper's worried look, her emotions too. A friend had said something that had sparked memories for her. But the one that stuck out most to me and her mind was the death of her parents. She hadn't been there but the vivid image in her head was of their joint funeral. Guests were gathered in black but each had one accessory or item that was in a vibrant colour. Sandy's thoughts told me this had been her request as her parents had never liked funeral attire. Sandy looked down upon the large open casket that held her mother and father. I didn't pay attention to the clothes they wore or the 'horrendous make-up that made mum look like a Rocky Horror Picture Show star'. No, I focused on the identical marks both parents bore. They stuck out distinctly on the deathly pallor of Sandy's parents. Right over the point on the neck where a human's blood flow was the strongest, were deep crescent moon shaped scars. And Sandy didn't know what on Earth they were.

Something told me that she wouldn't be very receptive of us when she found out what made those marks.

I know it's slow starting but give it a chance. I've never really done a story with a slow build up before and it's a nice change.

Preview:

She would not accept who we were if she found out what had killed her parents. There was no way she could find out our secret and not know what had caused the death of her parents.

Love Bianca :) x