Bloody Mary // J. Hale

Mary Jenna Marston

"Are you sure you haven't met her before?"

"For the millionth time, yes," Jasper snapped, pacing restlessly around the kitchen. "I've never seen that girl in my life."

After school ended, the Cullens rushed back home, not out of interest in their new classmate, but because the strange girl had done something none of them could ignore—she called Jasper's name without ever meeting him. It was enough to get everyone's attention.

"Alice, did you see anything?" Esme, their 'adoptive mother,' asked, standing at the head of the kitchen island, her voice laced with concern.

Alice shook her head, her expression frustrated. "Nothing useful. I had a vision she'd be new to school, but that's all."

"Not exactly a game changer," Emmett chimed in, leaning against the breakfast table. He turned to Rosalie, his voice hopeful. "Babe, tell me you've got more than that."

Rosalie glanced up from her laptop, where she'd been gathering information since they got home. She'd been scouring through every available record she could find on the girl. "Her name is Mary Jenna Marston," Rosalie began, scrolling through the open tabs. "She was adopted at six by Abby Marston and Charlotte Jean Kingston. Not much is documented about her early years, but the adoption papers suggest she's originally from New Orleans. Her birth parents—a Korean mother and American father—died in a fire."

"How tragic," Esme murmured, her arms wrapping around herself instinctively, imagining the pain the girl must have endured. "Poor thing..."

"I overheard that she lived in Forks before, but was sent to Seattle after 'the incident.' Did you find anything on that?" Jasper interrupted, stepping behind Rosalie to peer over her shoulder.

Rosalie noticed the unusual intensity in Jasper's gaze. Normally reserved, he seemed unusually curious about this girl—though perhaps it made sense. It was his name that had slipped from her lips, after all. Jasper wanted answers, and fast.

She sighed and clicked on another tab. "Here," she said, pulling up a news article from the Forks newspaper dated December 4th, 2003. Jasper leaned closer, eyes narrowing as he scanned the headline.

"What the hell?" he muttered under his breath, eyes glued to the article's front page. "How did she manage all that on her own?"

"Well, don't leave us hanging," Emmett teased, nudging his way in next to Jasper. "I want to know too."

"Boys, seriously!" Rosalie snapped, pushing both Jasper and Emmett back to give herself some space. "For immortals, you're both ridiculously impatient."

Alice appeared beside them, her eyes glinting with curiosity as she scanned the article from a distance. "She had a psychotic episode and completely trashed the music room," Alice said, her voice flat. "And she hurt herself pretty badly in the process."

"Whoa," Emmett whistled, pointing at the image in the article—a completely demolished music room. "That's one strong little lady."

Esme's brow furrowed as she examined the destruction in the photo. "How could one person cause this much damage?"

Jasper stood silently, arms crossed and jaw clenched as he studied the image. The room was unrecognizable—windows shattered into tiny fragments, chairs twisted and broken, even the grand piano looked like it had been smashed from every angle. The entire room was obliterated, as if a tornado had torn through it.

But it hadn't been a tornado.

"Did one human girl do all this?" Jasper's thoughts raced as he stared at the image, disbelief slowly creeping in. It didn't make sense. No ordinary human could have caused such devastation, and yet... here was the evidence.