Y/n moves back to forks with her twin sister Bella where they both meet a group of astonishing beautiful yet pale skinned people. Bella became caught up in Edward's world almost immediately however for Y/n it take getting kidnapped by a sadistic vam...
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Y/n's POV
Jasper and I decided to leave the car and go for a walk. He'd brought me to a woodland path offering me his elbow as he guided me along the way and told me more of his story.
"This happened during the Civil War?" I remembered the date fondly from my history lessons. I rather enjoyed learning history, so fascinating to hear about how the world changed.
"I was the youngest major in the Texas cavalry, all without having seen any real battle." Jasper beams with pride.
"That's gotta make you at least 150 something?" I estimate in slight shock.
"161." Jasper clarifies, I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"That's.... Old." I trail off for a lack of better words."
"Technically, I'm 19." Jasper quips with a chuckle.
"Physically yes... literally though... you're ancient." I chuckle earning a laugh back from Jasper.
"I suppose so." He hums as we walk in a comfortable silence for a brief moment.
"So that immortal you met?" I say recalling the person he spoke off before leaving the car.
"Maria." His voice drips with disdain. "I was riding back to Galveston after evacuating a column of women and children when I saw them. I immediately offered them my aid."
"Them?" I pondered, invested in his story.
"Maria and her two sisters." He answers.
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Flashback | Jaspers Memories | 3rd Person POV | Italics Jaspers VO
Standing in the dead of night in the crossing of a nearby river were three beautiful women. Two adorned dark hair and pale white skin while the third was blonde. Although not prominent in the dark all three shared the same gleaming red eyes.
Approaching on his horse was a rather tanned Jasper Hale, or as he was referred to at the time as, Jasper Whitlock. Dressed in his confederate uniform he saw the girls standing there immediately guiding his horse to them to see if they needed help.
"Lovely. And an officer." The blonde woman says, turning to her sisters.
Jasper's horse whines as he dismounts it and approaches the girls by foot. They say animals can sense danger before humans. The tanned man paid little attention to his unsettled horse, far too distracted by the three beautiful women in front of him.
"You'd better do it, Maria. I can never stop once I've started." The dark haired woman on the right whispers slowly to the one in the middle.
"What's your name, soldier?" The woman named Maria asked.
