Hey everyone thanks for reading and reviewing. I'm sorry this took so long, but I had some major writers block. Then I finally banged out a chapter and it sounded terrible. Angeline was this boring Mary-Sue and Jasper was this angry physco. It just sounded terrible, so I re-wrote it. So forgive my mistakes, because I was so anxious to get this out that I didn't do my usual editing process.

Authour's note: Tell me if I portrayed Jasper well enough. I tried.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or anything related to it except for Angeline and Nathaniel.

Here we gooooo.

And btw. A girl messaged me, and I won't mention her name, and started screaming at me about Alice and Jasper and how my story ruined everything Stephanie Meyer wanted to create between the most perfect couple on earth. And I'm like. OMG. I like, peed my pants.

So here's my response.

Jasper/Alice are make-believe , thus their fictional and not 'on this earth'

This is clearly a JASPER/OC story, and if your hardcore Alice/Jasper then perhaps you shouldn't read this story.

YOU'RE A COW. DON'T LIKE MY STORY? DON'T READ IT THEN?

"Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning."

-Unknown

Jasper's POV

The woman in my grasp struggled, clawing uselessly at my hands with soft human nails. Her screams had stopped minutes ago – but it was long enough for me to suck the life out of her. I tried uselessly once more to tune out the shock and terror that was rolling off her in waves. I'd stopped worrying about it years ago, this was an inevitable part of being a vampire and it was never going to change. So I figured I might as well get over it.

Then I picked up another scent, one not from me or my prey – but another vampire. A vampire heading this way and fast and I randomly wondered why I hadn't noticed it before. Had I really been so immersed in feeding I hadn't picked it up before now?

I barely had time to react before it was in front of me.

A thunderous growl emerged as I dropped my victim and prepared to fight – that was after all – the only thing I thought two vampires could do together. But something halted me, causing a pause in my strategic attack.

It was a woman – a small girl about up to my chest bicep

Naturally she was beautiful, but that wasn't what made me pause. It was her emotions that stunned me; the sheer intensity almost knocked me off my feet. I suppose after the incident with Maria, Nettie and Lucy I should know better than to trust another vampire – particularly a woman, but I couldn't help it.

She stared at me while I tasted the mood around me. I could still feel the terror, but it was mingling with curiosity, bewilderment and such affection I could have sighed.

What I really wanted to know was this woman's name.

She stood, feet together and still, trying not to scare me off, I supposed. She smiled softly, her hands up to show she was peaceful. I scanned her face, trying to memorize every part of it because for once, this stranger didn't mean to harm me.

She had a sweet face, with intense eyes and wispy eyelashes. Her curly pale hair danced around her in the wind, her small shoulders straight and slightly hunched in a relaxed manner. She was tiny, that was for sure, but had hips and a bust that would make men twitch.

But, being a southern gentleman, he kept his eyes trained solely on her face, on her round, perfect face with her tiny nose, chubby cheeks and sweet smile.

She took a step forward and I reacted. I hissed, crouching once more. She laughed the sound echoing off the walls of the damp alley and I stiffened.

That was sound I could have heard for the rest of my life (when I was human and that was a possibility)

"My name is Angeline," She started, tilting her head and studying me just as I had done to her moments before.

I stayed silent for a moment. "Jasper Whitlock, ma'am." At the sound of my voice, her affection inflated. I wanted to ask her about it, but I knew better than to tell strangers about my gifts, I was curious though, and I wondered if she had any gifts of her own?

That put me on edge a little. What if she was dangerous?

One look at her soft smile and sweet face I knew in a second, someone who looked like that couldn't possibly be dangerous.

"Jasper," She whispered, almost more to herself than me. My entire body seemed to flex at the way she said my name. She didn't say my name in disgust, or fear, or recognition – but in a way that suggested she'd been looking for something a long time and had at last found it.

That puzzled me even more. Everything about this small creature gave me such shock that I took a small step towards her.

She took a small step towards me, now we were close enough to touch if we reached out at arm's length. It felt strange, being this close to someone, new but not unpleasant. I looked at her and she stared back at me, each of us not saying anything. I didn't know what to say?

"Would you like a drink of my prey?" didn't seem like the thing to ask a lady, and the selfish part of me wasn't too keen on letting another sip from my catch – but the southern raising I'd experience overpowered all.

I looked from my prey back to her and I could have kicked myself.

Her eyes, her eyes were not like the glowing crimson they should be or the black of someone hungry, but a deep topaz color. The most beautiful eye color of anyone I'd ever seen in both my vampiric or human life. She stared back at me, seeming oblivious to my shock.

But when she raised one nearly translucent eyebrow, I rethought my last statement. "Something wrong, Jasper?"

"Your ... Eyes ..." He didn't know what to ask; hell he didn't know what she was. From her smell she was definitely a vampire – but there was something off about her smell. Something that made it smell better with just a tinge of earthy, dirt like smell.

He was beginning to think everyone about her was better than most vampires.

She smiled and reached out for my hand. Before I even stopped to think about what I was doing, or where she was going to take me, I took her hand. And for the first time in a century, I felt what I supposed was hope. I felt something other than self pity and disgust – I felt the affection of the woman standing next to me.

I didn't even try to find Charlotte and Peter, I was too eager to see where this woman was taking me.

She raced with me, both equal paces, shooting through the trees like a comet. Angeline never let go of my hand, and laced our fingers through together. We ran like that for a week, heading northeast. Finally, when we reached Ohio, she stopped, skidding to a halt and pulled me back with her. I looked at her, feeling a tinge of panic. Was this it? Was she going to leave me now?

"Jasper ... I –''

"It's alright, Angeline." I cut her off, wanting to spare her the awkwardness of telling me she was leaving. "I'm dangerous and it's perfectly normal for you not to want to be around me. I won't begrudge you leaving."

Now it was her that looked confused. "Leave? I'd never leave you. I've been looking for you for over two hundred years."

"Two hundred years?" I paused. "How old are you?"

She smirked slightly. "Just over two hundred seventeen."

Then my advanced and extremely smart mind caught what she'd said. "And why, may I ask, have you been looking for me? And for that long?"

"Jasper, have you any gifts?" She looked uncertain.

"Gifts?"

"Extra talents. Things you can do?" She tried again.

Suddenly I was unsure. Should I tell this ... girl about my special gifts? Even if I felt like I knew her, even if she was kind – she was still a stranger. I didn't know what she would do if I told her. Would she manipulate me, just like Maria? Would she try to use my gift against me? I had promised myself when I left Maria. No more of anything even close to my previous life style.

"No." I said. "No," I repeated, as if saying it twice would make it true. She stared at me for a moment, whoa, her eyes really were intense. If I was human, I'd be sweating right now.

"Any reason you repeated it twice?" She asked and began walking again. I walked beside her, still holding her hand.

"It's nothing," I repeated firmly, hoping she understood it was a touchy subject – or at least hoping for a subject change. "Any reason you've relentlessly searched for me for so long?"

She smiled shyly. "Well, it's rather complicated ... and I just met you and I really don't want to scare you off."

I squeezed her hand. "I can handle it, trust me."

"Trust you," she whispered. "Okay, but remember. You wanted to know ... I asked you if you had any talents, well I have one." I cocked a blonde eyebrow. Now that my face was clean and a recent rain shower had washed the blood out of my hair and off my body. She'd made me get rid of my blood soaked clothes as soon as we left the alley. She left me waiting and bought me new clothes, smiling when she came out and thrust the bag in my arms. When I'd asked her what had made her so happy, she simply replied "They know I'm home." But in those simple words, her sadness was so great that I hadn't had the nerve to ask who 'they' were.

I paid attention again when she started to explain. "I don't have a powerful gift like tracking or shielding. Mine's simple, simple and small. Some call it 'mate-sensory'. Just a fancy way of saying I can tell who a person's mate is."

I mulled it over for a few seconds. "Mates? Do you mean... Soul mates?" I scoffed internally, I'd never believed in soul mates, not when I was human and not now.

She smiled. "Sceptical. You're not the first. Not a soul mate, per say. The heart is capable of loving a lot of different people. I like to call it a great love. There's just one person – one person that you're designed for. One person that compliments everything about you perfectly. They're almost like a soul mate, but I despise that term."

"A 'great love'? Sounds interesting. So ... you can visualize them?"

She smiled; I was beginning to notice she did that a lot. "Precisely. I can see only their face, but I can't tell who they are, where they are, where they're from. Lord, I can't tell you their name."

"Ah, so it's sometimes more of a hindrance than a help to you?" I asked. I wondered; had this creature found her mate? Her 'one great love'? A pang hit me in the chest and I realized how attached I'd become to this woman and I almost snarled at myself. How could I do this to myself? Was I really so lonely I was willing to attach myself to someone who was only doing this out of some form of pity?

Which made me wonder something, where were we going? Why had she looked for me for so long? Who was 'they'? Did she have a mate? And the most mysterious question, how were her eyes golden instead of black or red? Suddenly I was angry. She'd ignored my questions, and I wanted answers. I wanted answers right now.

I stopped, as fluid as a cat and she skidded out and looked back at me, stopping in the middle of explaining something about people she'd met while looking for me. She stared back at me, but before I could even ask question, she began to talk.

"Jasper ... you have some questions? Please, ask."

I twisted my mouth to the side before asking my first question. "Where are we going?"

"I belong to a coven. More of a family really, I've been with Carlisle for a long time. There are four of us, Edward, Esme, Carlisle and I," She explained, smiling warmly as she spoke of her coven. "Five now including you. That's where were going, we have a permanent residence. We don't travel from place to place, other than every eight or nine years."

I beat down the hope that swelled in my chest at the thought of belonging to a coven. "How are your eyes golden?" I kept a straight face, though my curiosity was killing me.

"You drink human blood, correct?" She continued on without waiting for me to answer her obvious question. "I'm not like you. None of my family is; we don't drink human blood. We drink the blood of animals."

I froze as shock rolled over me like a bulldozer. My mind tried to wrap itself around the possibility of drinking animal's blood. That explained the earthy scent, and the non – red eyes. How had nobody but her family thought of this before? How had I not thought of it? I mean, blood was blood right? I wondered if it tasted differently.

It was like a puzzle fitting itself together in my mind. Her disgust at witnessing me drink human blood, and also the distance she kept from the freshly spilt blood. Why she'd gotten rid of clothes, I imagine being near human blood while resisting it was not an easy task.

I was joining her coven ... did that mean I had to conform? Not that I wanted to keep drinking human blood, but ... did I have enough self control to do it? I imagine someone would be there to help me, but did I really even want to try? Would it be easy to switch, or very difficult. Would they abandon me if I slipped up and murdered someone?

We ran in silence for a couple minutes as I thought it over.

What would her coven be like? Would they accept me? And which was her mate, Carlisle or Edward?

"Angeline? Which of the two men is your mate?"

She slowed and moved closer to me. She turned me to face her and grabbed both of my hands. Looking into eyes, her smile faltered. "Neither."

"Neither?" I asked, honestly I was a little relieved.

"Neither. I told you Jasper, I've been searching for you for two hundred years."

My expression must have been quite comical, as my eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and my jaw dropped. I realized it was naive of me to believe she'd just decided to bring let me join her coven. She'd been looking for me for so long and nobody would look that long for something not important. I was a little flattered that she'd been searching so long for me but at the same time, I was floored.

"Me?" I asked and my voice surprisingly calm.

She threw her head back and laughed, curls bouncing down her back. "Yes, Jasper. You. I've looked all over the world for you – you have no idea the relief it is to finally have you. To know your name." She laced our fingers and stroked my hand with her thumb.

"I'm your mate? And your mine? You're positive?" As soon as I said it, she scowled.

"Why does everyone doubt my gift?" She muttered angrily.

"I didn't mean it that way. I mean ... are you positive about me? That I'm the one?" I asked nervously. I suddenly felt very guilty about lying to my... 'Mate' about not having a gift. "Angeline. I lied to you. I do have a gift; I can sort of feel emotions. I can change them also, manipulate them. I can calm down a hoard of angry people, or excite a lethargic crowd."

She stared at me, smiling still. "Jasper, please don't lie to me. You can tell me anything – you're not alone anymore."

I smiled genuinely, gazing at her. Then she was in my arms, holding me close. She smelt amazing and it felt so right holding me in her arms. She wrapped her tiny arms around my middle, her head tucked into my chest, and I smirked at how short she was. Her affection floated around her like a cloud of the sweetest perfume ever made. I twisted my hands in her hair, feeling the thick curls swing around us.

Then I heard them and I could tell from the way Angeline stiffened that she did too. She turned towards the sounds, still in my embrace. And she smiled as I stiffened like a protective piece of timber in her arms. "Jasper, darling. Are you ready to meet your new family?"

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