Permanent :- Twilight- Jasper Hale.

Chapter four- Meeting the Cullens and a little problem.

Summary: "This is reality now. This is my life." She pulled Jasper towards her, stroking gentle fingers over his cheek, jaw line, red eyes meeting golden, "You're my life now. You are all there is." JASPER/OC

I DO HAVE TO SAY THAT RENESMEE DID NOT HAPPEN AND JACOB IS WITH ALICE =] (They got over their differences!)

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Esme led her quietly down the plushly carpeted hall, and she marvelled at the soft feel of it beneath her feet, the textures of the wooden banister beneath her hand as she touched it gently. The smells, cleaning supplements, from different places in the house, the distinct piney scent of wood, the different pieces of fabric on the curtains, cloths, coming from each closed door and room. Emma had the urge to squeeze her nostrils shut. Carlisle must have noticed her body tense as his voice reached her ears, "It's overwhelming at first, you're better off indoors right now as you adjust."

Emma nodded in reply though there was something in his voice that insinuated that there was another reason for staying inside. She made a mental note to ask him about it later. She also didn't look around too much either, her eyes overwhelmed by the thousands of different shades of colour and texture in each thing they landed on.

All three, Emma, Carlisle and Esme, steps light, reached the stairs.

"As Carlisle said," Esme whispered conspirtually, "They can be a handful."

Emma thought she heard a huff from downstairs and smiled back, Esme seemed to be a beautiful person, both outside and in, she had a motherly way about her, which obviously came from having such a large family as the good doctor had mentioned. As they descended the stairs, quietly Esme stopped at the bottom, and Emma found herself asking, "Can we not go into the sunlight?" She then found herself wondering why in the world the house was pretty much all glass at this end if the family couldn't go into the sunlight.

"Of course we can dear." she replied, no hint of mocking in her voice, Emma thought that if she could blush she probably would have. "But there is something you should probably see before you go into the living room. The sunlight is very strong today. Forks is good as we do not usually get it, but today is one of those rare days. We would usually hunt, as a family, but at your arrival we had to change our plans rather quickly." There was no hint of accusation or meanness in her voice, she just stated a fact but still Emma found herself apologising. Esme reached towards her gently, hesitantly, which Emma could understand since she had 'newborn strength' whatever the hell that meant. She figured it was probably safe to be cautious around her though, they had all seen what she had done to the mirror. A hand touched hers gently and pulled her arm forward towards the ray of sunlight before them. Emma cringed, still expecting, despite Esmes reassurances, to burst into flame, or for her skin to blister and rip away. Instead, something happened that she could not have imagined or associated with vampires in her wildest dreams. She glittered. Her hand, and Esmes, began to glitter as the warmth of the sunlight touched them. Emma felt her mouth drop open in what was probably an extremely unattractive way. "What the.." she whispered. Her arm looked like she had dipped it in glue then proceeded to pour silver glitter over it in some silly attempt at art or decoration. Esme chuckled as she thrust her other hand forward too, turning it over and over, inspecting her palms, knuckles, fingers, mouth still open. "I thought you should see this first," Esme said, a smile in her voice, "Its better than you finding out by walking into a room full of glittery teenagers."

"Yeah." Emma said absently, still gawping at the sheer, beauty of her skin. "This is crazy."

"Shall we continue?" Carlisle asked gently.

The trip towards the living room was excruciatingly slow in Emma's opinion, as she walked at human pace behind the, now fully glittering, auburn haired woman feeling as if she were holding something in, like she was holding back. At the door way of what Emma guessed was the living room Esme shot her a small smile which made her think that maybe their family really were a bunch of wolves and something to be worried about meeting. A male chuckle came from the living room and she wondered if they were as nervous as her. She doubted it though, they were vampires after all what would they have to be nervous. You're a vampire too now. she thought.

"Are you ready?" Carlisle murmured behind her as if they were about to charge into battle. Emma wondered if that were the way he felt every time he was surrounded by his loved ones, Esme had said they were teenagers after all. As Esme stepped through the threshold, hands clasped behind her back Emma felt a surge of fear, nervousness, but it was quickly quelled by an overwhelming sense of calm, similar to that she had felt when undergoing the transformation and upon discovering the new her. Something was amiss with that, surely. "Emma, please, meet my family." Carlisle said, "Everyone this is Emma Corrigan."

There wasn't a chorus of hellos as Emma stepped into the room reminiscent to that of the new student in high school, instead she was met with silence and varied expressions on the shining, glittering, beautiful faces before her. Wow. There were quite a few of them, six teenagers that she could see, two blondes, three brunettes and one boy with auburn hair, it was this boy whom the doctor gestured to, "First off, this is my son Edward." Edward was lithe and tall, angular face and jaw, a pretty boy she would expect to see in movies and magazines. Then again when she glanced at the family around her, lounging on expensive furniture and standing around she thought they could all be. "It's a pleasure to meet you Emma." he said, and as expected his voice was music like the others, "I hope you'll be very comfortable here." She nodded, sending him a small smile, feeling rather overwhelmed at all of the attention on her.

"This is Edwards wife, Bella Swan, Cullen now."

"Wife?" she couldn't stop the word slipping from her mouth, they had seemed far too young to be married no older than eighteen, then she remembered they were in fact immortal and probably much older. The brunette smiled, though she seemed a little more awkward than the others and her eyes were not the same honey gold that the others possessed, they were darker, more or a golden brown colour, maybe she hadn't been a vampire very long. "Yes," she said, "I met Edward a few years ago and he changed me, I've not been a vampire very long."

"Same here." Emma quipped feeling immediately at ease with the girl who had obviously gone through the hard ship that Carlisle had warned Emma she would face.

"This is-"

"Alice!" a higher pitched, excited voice cut him off, the speaker was the small pixie like girl Emma had almost not noticed upon her first arrival. She was bouncing up and down on the balls of her tiny feet, and looked like she had overdosed on caffeine. Her delicate features broke into a grin as Emma accepted the unexpected hug that the pixie threw at her. "We're going to be the best of friends!" she stated happily before scrambling back to where she had been sitting.

Emma barely had time to blink before her vision was blocked by a huge chest, she took a stumbling step back and was met with a grinning face, this guy looked similar to Alice, though she knew none of the kids were related except he was probably the size of four of her. "Emmett." he said, shaking her hand, his grasp and voice matched his close cropped hair and muscle bound body perfectly. She gripped him back grimacing when he wrenched his hand from hers murmuring "ouch"

"I'm sorry!" she said, to which the bear of a man laughed and replied, "No worries, I was worse, I knocked down a few trees by accident." Emma laughed, relieved feeling better at his reassurances and deciding to not shake anyone's hand again, it was a miracle she hadn't crushed the pixie in the hug. "And this beauty here," he indicated the modelesque blonde woman in expensive clothes with a tentative smile on her face, "Is Rosalie Hale, my wife."

Emma had a feeling that had she still been human at this point this girl would have been extremely intimidating, but here, as someone she could see someone who was… like her. "It's nice to meet you Emma." she said, and though Emma thought she might be a little, conservative, a little off she was glad the blonde didn't seem to immediately hate her. She reminded Emma of the beautiful cheerleaders who grew to be actresses or models. As Rosalie returned to where she had previously been standing behind the couch Carlisle said, "Lastly, Jasper Hale." Emma smiled at the blonde who, until now had been standing off in the corner of the room, hands clasped behind his back, a small smile raising the right side of his mouth. He stepped forward and nodded in greeting, his voice accented, "A pleasure. I'm sure you will be comfortable here." His body bent forward in what looked like a bow, an old fashion Southern gentlemanly tradition Emma was sure.

"Thank you." she said, taking in his features more closely than the others, she found this one, endearing. His hair was a few shades darker than Rosalies, more golden, and curly, "I'm-"

"Emma." He said, "I know." She wasn't sure why the hell this was but she felt extremely calm in front of this vampire, like she hadn't just woken up a creature she had sworn was mythical. "Oh no." Alices small voice pulled Emmas attention away from her 'brother'.

"What is it Alice?" Rosalie asked at the same time that Edward, who was staring at Alice intently said, "Carlisle." with an urgency that Emma had never before heard.

"I forgot to warn Jacob." The pixie said, and as a loud knock sounded on the frame of the living room door and a voice called, "Guys? Alice?" the glittering vampires sprang into action. If Emma hadn't been caught in the middle of the whole fiasco she would have laughed hysterically at the animalistic way they moved, the speed and agility. Flying glitter people! But there too was another reason she didn't laugh. A smell, at first a disgusting pungent odour that hit her nostrils the same time the strangers voice rang out from the hall. But then there was something underlying, something sweet, a smell that pushed the gross odour completely out of her mind. A smell that completely enveloped her mind, body, spirit every part of her, it pulled her in, in her entirety and she felt herself panting, breathing so deeply, drinking in the scent, almost tasting it on her tongue but not quite getting there. A musky, iron smell that was the only thing she would ever want and need. The growl she heard came from her own lips, and surprised her a little but she was too distracted to notice. She barely noticed the boys appearance as he came into the room, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt, she barely noticed his darker skin, his extreme height, his dark hair, only the smell, the blood. His blood. Life sustaining and hers for the taking. She did see the way his eyes widened as he stopped fiddling with his shirt and glanced around him, noticing the intense speed in which everyone was moving, it seemed like he was going in slow motion compared to the world around her. She barely noticed the way Carlisle was suddenly in front of her hands gripping her shoulders, then someone elses arms wrapped around her waist, so tight that had she needed to breath she couldn't have, more hands grabbed her wrists and she flung her body forward but could barely move, she managed to rip one arm free cursing her supposed new born strength for not helping her get to the living thing before her. She saw how both Bella and Alice sprinted to the boy, before him, growling in a protective stance, unwilling to allow harm to come to him. "Jacob run!" she heard Edwards voice roar from behind her, maybe he held her wrist? She couldn't tell. All she knew was that the boy was leaving, running, and the repugnant odour was all that remained, she let out a roar of despair, ripping herself away from the guards she let out an animalistic roar as she lunged forwards, towards where he had run, the Cullens close behind her.

It'll get more into the new born stuff soon =] Werewolves smell bad to them remember! Im not being mean! Aha! Well… maybe slightly =P I'm not really one for Jacob to be honest! I may let her kill him =PO Nahhh! She'd never forgive herself! But shes free so lets see what happens next!

I didn't want to go too into detail on the descriptions of the Cullens and Hales because you know all the descriptions! If you don't then just look at the actors in the movies, they'll do!

Let me know if its too slow, I'm just trying to set her up with the Cullens and get her integrated in the new born lifestyle etc