Okay, this is my LAST replacement. I keep editing it and then I think it needs more work and I edit it again. But this is offically the last product, unless I get a beta but yeah... Anyways, I'm gonna try and leave a message to all you AMAZING peoples who read and review this :D I'm so happy! I love love love LOVE feedback! So please take the time to review, even anonymously! Alright awesome-twilight-Alice-and-Jasper-loving people, here's chapter one. Enjoy! :D

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Chapter One

Jamie's POV
I woke up like any other day in my bedroom in the orphanage in the large city of Seattle, USA. I stretched and got out of my small grey bed, taking out the small black suitcase of clothes under my bed.

I pulled on a grey tank top with a blue plaid shirt over top and a pair of old ripped jeans. Taking my old brush and pulling it through my straight sun blonde hair, I checked myself in the dirty mirror in the bathroom I shared with six other girls.

My parents dropped me off at this crummy orphanage when I was 6 and I have lived here ever since. The only thing I remember is my first name, Jamie.

Looking in the mirror, I examined my forest green eyes and shoulder length golden hair. I had a somewhat clean face which was slightly tanned. I was a little taller than average sixteen year old American girl. Smiling once, I walked back into my room.

Two more days until my seventeenth birthday, well the birthday that was on my photocopied birth certificate. Unfortunately, the parents names were scratched out and they were impossible to read, so I was completely lost in this world. The same questions, which I asked myself everyday for 10 years, were floating in my head again. Who were my parents? Did I have siblings? Did I have cousins? Why did my parents drop me off here? Did they want me? Why couldn't I remember them?

Sighing, I walked down the old wood stairs and grabbed a paper plate taking a spot in line for breakfast.

"Good morning, Jamie," greeted a voice which I instantly recognized, Lucy.

I smiled and pulled her into a hug. "Hi Lucy. How are you this morning?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Same as always, I guess. How 'bout you?"

I shrugged too and we both erupted into quiet laughter.

Lucy was my best friend. She had long ringlets of brown hair that puffed around her face and warm brown eyes. We met 4 years ago when both her parents died in a car crash and no one could contact any of her relatives. When we met we just clicked, something about Lucy made her easily liked. She calmed me when my quick temper set off and I comforted her on her days of depression.

The line moved and Lucy and I were served breakfast. We took our usual seat in the far side of the large room. Lucy and I sat alone or sometimes with Ryan, Vanessa, Tara and Pete.

Ryan was your typical blue eyed, blonde, all-American boy.

Vanessa was known as the party girl, with flaming red hair cut as a straight choppy rocker style with grey eyes.

Tara was a tall African-American who had dark braided hair and dark brown eyes.

Pete was the "nerdy" kind of guy, who always had a book shoved in his face and his glasses always falling off his pale nose, he had curly brown hair and hazel eyes.

Lucy, Ryan, Vanessa and I were sixteen still while Tara and Pete were seventeen. We were all good friend and since we're around the same age, we talked and hung out. Each of us had past lives that were difficult or scary, but that just made us closer. Ryan's mom was raped at sixteen and gave him up. Vanessa's mom died and her father was an alcoholic, none of her relatives would agree to adopt her. No one knew what happened to Tara, she never spoke of it and we didn't push her. Pete was abused and came here after both his grandparents passed away. We've all faced something.

When I walked toward the table, Pete and Vanessa were already there. I sat down beside Vanessa while Lucy sat next to Pete.

"Morning guys," Pete greeted us, not looking up from his comic.

I sighed and stabbed a fork into my scrambled eggs. Lucy giggled and took a bite out of her bagel. Ryan and Tara joined us not long after Lucy and I did.

"Hey, what's up everyone?" Ryan asked, grinning as he sat down next to me.

"Eating disgusting eggs, how 'bout you?" I replied, dropping my fork on my plate.

He laughed and shrugged.

Lucy smiled eyeing us. Everyone thought Ryan and I would look cute together but I didn't have any feelings for him beyond friends. He knew that and felt the same way about me.

"So what are we doing for Jamie's b-day on Friday?" Lucy asked after a moment of silence.

"Let's go to the Boom Box Club!" Vanessa offered, grinning.

I sighed and Ryan chuckled.

"What? It's like the only club for young teens in the entire city," Vanessa defended.

I shrugged. "Sure, sounds fun."

Vanessa smiled and turned to Tara discussing clothing options. I picked up my fork again and played around with my eggs. Lucy watched me curiously but I ignored her, turning to talk to Ryan.

After breakfast, Lucy, Vanessa, Tara and I all went to my bedroom with their suitcases and we emptied them, choosing outfits for tomorrow night. We didn't have much to choose from since the only money we got was from working once a week at various shops around the city, shops that didn't pay very well.

I went to bed that night with a very bad feeling.

Something bad is going to happen.

The day of the partying came rather quickly. At 8pm, we got ready to go.

Lucy was wearing a short frilly purple dress that had a wrap around black belt and she wore purple flats on her feet.

Vanessa was dressed in a green corset tank top that just reached her belly button with tight skinny jeans and dark green flats.

Tara was wearing a rose pink long sleeve with a black vest and dark jeans with white sandals.

Ryan wore a tight black t-shirt with blue jeans and black sneakers.

Pete was wearing a white t-shirt with a grey hoodie and jeans with black boots.

I was in a tight midnight blue dress with black strapped heels.

Taking the bus, we arrived at the night club for teens as young as 15. We all walked in to the blasting music and flashing lights and took a seat at the drink table. We all ordered soda and chatted about the club. Lucy and Vanessa wanted to dance so they pulled me to the dance floor with them.

I lost them in the tight crowd of young teens and suddenly felt someone grab my hand and pull me roughly. I winced and my arm was yanked again as I was pulled towards the back door by a dark figure.

"Stop fightin' it, sugar," he slurred.

The tall man pushed me out the back door and I tripped falling on the pavement of the alleyway and scrapping my knees and palms. The man laughed and lifted me up. He punched me in the gut and laughed again.

I coughed up blood and caught the strong scent of alcohol.

I was going to die.

It was as simple as that.

Then why was it such a hard concept to wrap my head around?

I shivered in the cold grip of the figure behind me as a pain shot through my head and I began to loose consciousness. In and out of blackness as the wind blew gently through the alleyway and the man standing above my numb body went for another hit.

Jasper's POV
I frowned and entered the large city taking a huge but necessary risk.

I was hungry and if I went around Seattle then I would be even hungrier and if I ended up running into a human… I shivered at that thought.

No, I'm not that kind of monster anymore, not since I met Alice.

My wife and soulmate, Alice.

I pulled a hand through my shaggy blonde hair and ran like a ghost through the shadows of the alleyways.

It's so peaceful here at night, I wish Alice had come. But she's busy with Renesmee and Jacob's wedding. I missed her.

Sighing, I continued on my way through the city.

A strong mouthwatering scent hit my face from the east and I gasped eyes wide. My body went into hunting mode and my instincts took over. The delicious smell of human blood was blowing its way down the street from an alleyway. I crouched and walked into the light of a lamp post.

There was a man crouched above a young girl.

She was covered in bruises and scratches, with one large mark between her shoulder blades that was running freely with blood. Her blonde hair was turning red rapidly.

I cut off my breathing but my mind kept the scent.

The man looked up at my approach and I bared my teeth growling. He stumbled forward smiling stupidly. Stupid drunk.

I pushed him away not wanting to taste the blood of that disgusting smelling man. I knelt next to the girl and froze.

She looked just like Ginny, Virginia Whitlock, my sister from when I was human. I can't kill my sister. I won't kill this girl.

I gently lifted her keeping my lungs still and not taking a single breath of air. Once out of the alleyway, I ran back towards home struggling with my instincts and my brain. This is going to be a long and torturous run.

To my astounded surprise and unbelievable amount of luck, I actually made it into Forks. I ran into our large house.

Carlisle flashed to my side and took the girl out of my arms.

"Thank you, Jasper. Edward told me what happened as soon as he could read your thoughts. I am very proud of you, son," Carlisle told me smiling slightly and darting upstairs to his study.

I exhaled and closed my eyes. I felt small thin arms wrap themselves around my waist and I opened my eyes meeting the golden gaze of my tiny wife.

"I'm so happy for you, Jasper. See, you aren't a monster at all," Alice said in her musical voice.

I smiled slightly and kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back. I want to check in with Carlisle," I told her and untangled her arms from behind my back.

I darted upstairs and quietly walked into Carlisle's study.

"Carlisle?" I whispered as I watched him work quickly.

"Jasper, you don't have to make yourself uncomfortable. Go hunt, I'll do what I can for the girl," Carlisle insisted.

I just shook my head and pulled a seat up next to the table the girl was on.

She was wearing a tight midnight blue dress and high heels; she was probably partying and got snagged by that man. Her straight blonde hair was tangled around her shoulders. She had a soft tan and classic features.

I found myself mentally asking questions about her. What's her name? How old was she? Did she live with her parents, grandparents, aunt or uncle? Did she have any brothers or sisters? Did she have any pets? What was her favourite thing to do? What was her favourite food?

My thoughts slowly came to a stop when I noticed Carlisle's face marred with a helpless look a couple minutes later.

"I can't do much help... Her lungs are cut and she has internal bleeding. She won't make it," he whispered, looking at the unconscious human.

No, I can't let this random human die, I don't know why but I can't let her die.

"Carlisle, can you change her?" I asked slowly.

He looked at me with a confused expression. "Why, Jasper? Thought Alice..." He let the sentence hang, frowning.

I shook my head. "It's not that. I just... She reminds me of my lil' sister. And for some reason I can't let her die," I admitted, looking at the young girl.

"Alright, if you want that, I'll change her for you,"

I stood up, smiling slightly. "Thank you."

Carlisle nodded and I exited to room.

As I walked into the living room I saw Alice sitting on the couch frozen with a distant look in her eyes. I recognized that kind of look instantly, it was usual for her.

I hurried to her side and wrapped an arm around her and waiting while she finished her vision.

"What did you see?" I asked her softly, when her eyes regained their normal brightness.

"The girl's name is Jamie. She's an orphan and she is turning 17 tomorrow," Alice told me looking up towards the stairs.

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