Chapter 5

For a long while there was only an eerie silence in the air. No one spoke either shocked or speechless over the outcome of this battle. Instead, all faces were directed at me, their expressions spelling it all out. Who was that? What was her reason here? How do you know her? Assuming all of a sudden that I knew exactly who this was. I avoided their attention, glancing over to the side before walking in that direction. I didn't need this. I had no idea who that girl was, and if I did I surely would have told them. But, there was nothing to be said. I never before in my entire life as a vampire came across her. How she knew my name I did not know.

Meanwhile a second chorus to the howling was heard. I noticed in the corner of my eye the two werewolves shaken up by it. They howled back at the howler sounding more vigorous than the other one. Then, making an intense exit, they left only the sound of their paws pounding against the ground-floor echoing throughout the forest.

"We'll discuss this later," Carlisle announced, looking over the way the werewolves had gone.

Slightly exhausted, but anxious, I followed Carlisle and the rest of my family into the woods. Alice kept by my side, probably making sure I was all right. I assured her graciously that I was. But, truth be told, I wasn't. Flashbacks of the girl kept entering my mind. Her hair. . .her face. For someone who looked mighty kind and pleasant, she was extremely dangerous. And yet-some small part of me considered-she honestly was congenial. Not on the outside, but inside she was. I was unsure how I came up with that suspicion. Perhaps, it was the look on her face when she said my name. Or perhaps the very memory of her was playing tricks on me.

The sorrowful howling was becoming more clear and vivid as we became in very short distance of the pack. Something was wrong, that's why we were approaching over to their land. I had an idea of what it was, but in all respect to the pack, I hoped I was wrong.

The whole pack of wolves were crowded together in a small part of the woods when we found them. Eight, maybe ten of them. Carlisle and Edward reached them first. Edward translated while Carlisle and one of the bigger wolves conferred with each other. I tried keeping far distance from the wolves. Alice had gone over to Bella's side where they stood together watching the wolves. They didn't speak to each other, just watched. Then, I caught a glimpse of Carlisle walking over to one of the wolves within the pack's circle. It was lying on its side, appearing too weak to get up. I could hear its heavy panting, its warm blood rushing insanely through its veins. Carlisle knelt down by it examining the side of its ribs before taking the risk of touching it with his bare hands. Sadly, I was right.

If that wasn't bad enough, I noticed there to be two more werewolves collapsed on their side, in feeble condition. Two. She got two werewolves. I didn't know whether I should be horrified or impressed. No one had ever bit that many wolves with just one's self, I don't think. That was nearly impossible. And yet, such a young girl could do exactly that.

After Carlisle was done examining all the werewolves, we brought them back to La Push. No one could come up with the best place to put all three wolves, so we set camp outside in the back of one of the wolves homes. Carlisle had quickly gotten his tools from home and did whatever he could to help heal the werewolves wounds. I didn't keep track of how long we had all been out here. With all the chaos, it had been another quiet night. . .For me. Alice would come and see how I was doing. I would tell her I was okay and smile just to assure her. One visit she asked me of few questions I could tell were bothering her with curiosity. I answered them all, but not with anything she found appeasing. Not long later she gave me a warm hug, then a peck on the cheek before going over to Edward. For what was left of the night, I laid down on the ground and watch the grey clouds above. It would have been nice to have seen the real sky above, the beautiful black and blue atmosphere, the millions of stars scattered throughout. But, this was Washington state. The night had even brought along the thought of the girl. Again. I don't know how many times I thought of her. It seemed she would somehow always cross my mind and I would think about her just out of boredom. I wondered where she was, if she was also watching the sky.

"Jasper?" a familiar voice called.

I looked over spotting Alice, Bella, and Edward standing together looking at me. I got up, facing them. "Yes?"

Edward's face was illegible as always. Bella's was clear enough to determine confusion and suspicion. And Alice, was gloomy. Edward spoke first. "Are you sure you don't know this vampire?" His tone was solid.

I shook my head. "No." It didn't show until I answered that I was irritated with these questions. How many times will it take for them to understand, I don't know her! So she knows my name. For all we knew, she was just one of Marie's soldiers so many years ago who had heard my name mentioned or something.

"It's more personal than that," Edward said.

"What do you mean?"

"Jasper," Alice took a breath. But what she was about to say she trailed off.

"What?" I was anxious now. What was it they knew, but I didn't about this girl?!

"You have a sister," Bella suddenly blurted. "Its her-that girl."

My eyes widened. It didn't make any since! How was that possible?! No, I don't. . .Could I?

"Excuse me?" I barely noticed my voice.

"Jasper, I know it's hard to believe," Alice said looking into my eyes, "but, it's her. You have a sister."

"How can you be so sure?" I questioned her. Then, I realized something. "Hold on. Did you have a vision?"

She nodded, shakily. "You're going to meet her deeper into the woods, Jazz. You two are going to talk. . .She knows you."

"When she saw you," Edward said, "she stopped right where she was seeing who you were. She admires you, Jasper. You mean a lot to her."

"She even looks like you," Bella mentioned. "She has your hair color and your nose."

I turned away. I walked in the other direction, my eyes glued to the ground. Then, somehow my swift walking turned into a quick pace, and then a run. I ran as far as I could. I couldn't deal with this at the moment. It was too much to bear. All I could think of was the girl. She just entered my mind, but this time remained there. I could see her features. Yes, I will admit she was beautiful, her lovely eyes her fair hair. Although, her eyes were as black as night and her ability was deadly, I couldn't find it within myself to hate her. She bit three werewolves, my family's trusted allies, and I still didn't despise her for it. What if she hurt my family? What if she hurt Alice? Could I hate her then? I shook my head. I was still unsure how to react to such a fact. If it was a fact. In some way, she , honestly, did resemble me in some way or another. But her behavior? That was off by a long-shot. Still, she was my sister. She was family! She was my sister by blood, we shared the same DNA! I couldn't turn my back on family. If she had a bad attitude than perhaps I could change it. She admired me so maybe there was a chance.

When I sure no one had followed I slowed my running down to a swift pace. Morning was approaching, but the sun would skip the Olympic Peninsula, as it always did. (only on rare occasions did the sun show itself) I sat myself on a boulder. It wasn't the same one one of the werewolves had run themself into, I was far from that area. I had no idea where I was. I didn't pay any attention to which way I went whether it was north, south, east, or west. I just needed to be away from them.

Suddenly, I could hear faint footsteps.

I couldn't get him out of my mind. His face. His expression. HE WAS ALIVE! The war hadn't taken him. After so many long years we finally meet. This whole time, this whole time, he was alive. He wasn't dead. I was blessed with joy over this outcome. For once, I actually admired the Volturi for sending me here!

He had grown so much since I last saw him. I had only been only maybe four or five when I last saw him before my human life had taken it away. Curse my human life.

It didn't seem to concern me that he was on the other side. Against me. I shook my head, No, he wouldn't hurt me. He wouldn't! I wanted to see him again. I wanted to talk to him.

Instantly, slow, light footsteps echoed somewhere inside the woods. I stopped my back and forth pacing and searched for the owner of the footsteps. I narrowed my eyes to the left where I thought the noise was heard. Just when I was about to make my way in that direction I smelled something. A scent. Immediately, I turned around and. . .there he was.

I was speechless. I couldn't find a single word in my mind to spell anything into a sentence. My eyes widened at his appearance. He was taller than me at about a foot. His hair was shaggier than I remember, and much more bright and healthy. His eyes weren't the light blue I missed, but now a topaz shade. His skin wasn't a golden brown from all the times he was under the sun working. But pale white as if he hadn't lived near the warm sun for many years. He was beautiful. He looked like he just had a bath and prepared himself for this reunion, but I knew better. He was a vampire.

"Jasper?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He looked at me, his fresh golden eyes solid. "Yes?" I could hear the unsureness in his voice.

It had to be him! It had to be! His face, his voice. "Is it really you?"

He turned away, walking off to the side. It was clear, this was an odd coincidence to him. For me, I wanted to hug him. I wanted to hug him and never let go.

Still, avoiding eye contact he answered, "I am Jasper Whitlock." Finally, meeting my gaze he asked, "Who are you?"

OK, I had some time to update so I hope liked it. I was planning on going further into their conversation, but I can see I've made this chapter really long again. It's a good thing some of you like reading long chapter from what I've read in my reviews.

Sneak Peak:

"You don't remember me," I said, starting to feel the hurt. If I was human, I would have certainly sobbed.

It took him a while. I could see he was trying. He had his eyes closed tight, trying to think. I wanted him to remember me. He had to remember me! Then, after a what felt like forever he shook his head, looking at me with sullen eyes.

I couldn't believe this. After all this and nothing. The fury and pain hit me hard. I didn't need him to see me like this. I shut my eyes, and let myself vanish into thin air.