In Forks, the night air was sharp and the sky blotted with enough clouds to fill all of Europe. Trees exploded out of every inch of the region stretching out to the near top of its mountains. So green, was her first thought whenever taking a moment to appreciate her damned sight.

Here, it was not so much different despite the near dawn of morning and growing trend of human influences. Crowding the beautiful, yet at the moment eerie valley, lined hundreds of tiny and beautifully executed homes. Rocky stones led a humans' way throughout the entire town whether transforming black of brown. Children often played around the quarter kicking either a dented can or beat up ball. Women did the everyday chore of cooking meals and hanging up laundry along the line outside their windows. Almost all of them stood hundreds of feet in the air. While the men either hurried off the shore to fish or continue selling something other.

At this moment though, all those activities ceased as Eliza popped into an abandoned home. Everything, she noticed, had stayed the same since her last visit so many years back. Shattered windows, swollen wood, not to mention the rats! It was supposedly haunted from what her sources told her, but that of course was false. Humans believed only what they wanted to believe when it came to spooky noices and terrifying details from a house.

Finding herself in exactly the room she had desired she fell to her knees digging her incredibly small, delicate hands into the suffocating wood flooring. She tore away the chips as if it was just a birthday present wrapped specically for an eager child. That's what she was anyway. An eager child.

In no time, the object emerged. It was dirty and fragile, Eliza could clearly see. But, still intact - and that was all she needed.

Holding the device as if it was her lifeline, she shut her eyes.

Dear Jasper,

I kept in mind the only two faces that mattered at all to me as I continued on to the end of this irradical joke one would call living. It was a mocking trend, and one I have finally grown tired of putting up with. I saw almost nothing in all of this. I learned, I fought, I met others of my kind, and faced the remarkable future most others from my decade could only dream of seeing. Yet, it was only you, my brother, and Samuel who made this all worth it.

I know this sounds selfish, but I know you will all move on in a somewhat better prospect of the world around us than I ever found. You have Alice and the rest of your loving family to love you. Samuel will find another.

As for me, throughout my 146 years as a vampire, I feel now that if God himself wont take care of me and send the Grim Reaper to my doorstep than I will send him to me. I am truly sorry for having to leave it like this after especially discovering you so soon. But, the world as a human would put it, is not fair, and ironically that is one of the few things are kind have in common. Give my up most deepest appreciation to your family for having dealt wiith me the way they did and most of all for saving Samuel's life. You are very lucky to have found such a loving warm community of vampires in this world. Finally, before I go, I just hope you look into the gift I left you on your bed. Read it if you like, I was just hoping to give you apart of me from the last hundred years that I've lived.

Goodbye, Jasper Cullen.

Love, Lizzie Whitlock

Like Eliza said, life whether human or vampire wasn't fair and Jasper realized it only when the next day the face of his beloved wife swept through the door. Her spiky, adventerous black hair, and amazing hazel eyes sparkled upon him. It had taken him more than a second to realize they weren't eyes of joy. Joy there was, but then there was a terrible jolt of pain and sadness intervined. The young vampire sprinted down the hall of the house to his wife and held on to her small shoulders as if that was the closest thing he could egage himself in over hugging. She nearly bursted out in tears when she revealed to him the result of everything. The Volturi, them, Elizabeth. Jasper had nearly lost his sense to stand right when she mentioned his sister.

She had arrived so swiftly, so prepared in the most mental state of mind, Edward later confirmed when Jasper lost the count of bodies shortly crowding around him. He couldn't take it after they mentioned the rest. . .

It had taken longer than a month for the blond haired Cullen to report back to their home in Forks. It wasn't easy, he would admit, as he still endured the unreal torture of this grief. He never thought this kind of pain existed unless it was physical. In the end, the grieving progressed much worse than one would take for granted for Jasper Cullen. Throughout those four or so disfunctional weeks away, he committed some truly vile acts.

Once he returned, his family was more than welcome to open their arms back into their home. They didn't blame him and Emmett even joked around about how short his departure really was. But, Jasper didn't buy it and neither did anyone else. For the next two weeks, Alice coaxed with him through this time of sorrow while no one else even dared to speak a word to him. After Emmett's joke, the broad vampire found himself with a dislocated jaw.

Eventually, Alice was able enough to bring Jasper back into their room. He had been spending most of his time outside. He had planned dimly to sit next to her on the bed when something cauguht his eye.

"What is it?" She asked once I returned. I was flipping through it trying to decipher it.

Somewhat sooner than later my throat closed. My hands still surprisingly clutching the object I found to be a book hadn't fallen to the ground; I had frozen.

"Jasper?" She approached closer, worried clear in her voice. It wasn't until she read apart of it though that she gasped.

My voice was plain. "It's my sister's journal."

It had been sitting there for only God knows how long. I had asked Alice if she or anyone had been in the room since. . .But, she only shook her head explaining it had been empty for as long as she and Edward were away. Even she hadn't stepped a foot inside after he left.

Could it be? he thought secretly to himself. Was is possible.

But, before he could ask he felt a soft grasp on his shoulder. "Jasper - before you think anything-" she said this with much effort, "remember she had no chance. She even admitted it. . ." her words trailed off at the verge of fear.

"How else could it have gotten here then? When could she have-" his mouth closed.

"Jasper, please," she soothed as gently as she could. "It doesn't make any sense. If she was alive I'm sure she would've come back by now. If not for you for. . ." She had forgotten his name.

"Samuel."

The werewolf had certainly recovered from the venom and was staying with the pack in La Push. So much for looking after him, he spat at himself, remembering the promise he made to Lizzie. He couldn't even do that - much less say goodbye! (he left during the time he was out somewhere in the middle of an ocean.)

She agreed.

"Look, Jasper, I know your hoping for a miracle, but I know what I saw! You weren't there, you didn't see the terrible look in her eyes. Anyone could tell she was just a moment away from murdering somebody. Even if it was at the cost of her own life."

He shook his head, resisting the urge to tell her to shut up! He had never felt this frustrated before in his life. So vulnerable and, well, mad! No mad didn't sum it up quite as well. Furious! If he was human he was certain he would've blacked out by now from the color he would turn.

It wasn't until he heard an instant crack coming somewhere near that he regained his consciousness and focused on the noise. It was then that he realized the book Lizzie had left him had been held in his hands and was now crumbled into two halves. The book was so old, he was shocked it hadn't disintegrated into simple ashes.

"Jasper,"Alice was about to say. There was clear worry still in her voice.

But, he didn't listen. His hands took more careful hold of the book, and without even intending to catch a word of it, he started reading it from the very beginning.

More info about the cliff hangers later!

Sneak Peak:

I was awfully surprised they didn't just kill me. I was so small and weak, that and including blind. And yet, against all odds, they chose me to be apart of this nature! The first question I first asked them was, Should I be honored? For some reason they always made it seem like an honor to be turned into this.

Eron laughed. "Sweetheart," he crooned, kneeling before her with a genuine expression. "We did it to help you. We both saw you the day you arrived in that densely populated, shallow town. We watched you day and night seeing an opportunity smack dab in your eyes." His soft eyes gleamed. "You needed a chance and we gave it to you."

I had never thought of it that way.

James also agreed.