To Be Loved (A Jasper Hale Romance)

(I own nothing except Dominique Moore and her family! Twilight plot and characters belongs to Stephanie Meyer! And the song belongs to Taylor Swift!)

I’ve never gone with the wind

Just let it flow

Let it take me where it wants to go

‘Till you opened the door

There’s so much more

I’ve never seen it before

I was trying to fly

But I couldn’t find wings

But you came along and you changed everything

I strummed on my guitar lightly, smiling softly as I sang my song. I stared at my now bare walls before continuing with the song.

You lift my feet off the ground

You spin me around

You make me crazier, crazier

Feels like I’m falling and I

I’m lost in your eyes

You make me crazier, crazier

“Niki, we’re going to be late!” My mom yelled. She always had the worst timing. I love my mom, don’t get me wrong, but she was really bad with timing. Last week my mother walked into my room while I was trying on dresses for prom. Now, if I was a normal girl and my mother was semi normal too, I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, but we aren’t normal.

“Niki, what do you think about Washington?” My mother began hesitantly. I already knew where this was going and I didn’t like it one bit. You see, my mother got married straight out of high school to her high school sweet heart. They were completely in love and soon after they got married they had me. My father had been across the world on an army trip and rushed home as fast as he could when he heard I was born. About three streets away from the hospital he got into an accident. A semi truck hit him straight on. The truck’s driver was drunk and was sentenced to twelve years in prison, my dad, however, got sentenced to forever in Heaven. At least that’s what my mom told me.

About three years after the accident my mother started to date again, but it never lasted long. They would always end up asking her to marry them and she would freak out. Every time I asked her why she wouldn’t say yes she always had the same answer. “I’ve already met my soul mate and lived a happy life with him for as long as I could. The only reason I date is because you need a father figure in your life. You need a dad, sweetie.” I loved my mom, but sometimes I wish she would think about herself as well as me.

So here we were, moving yet again to escape some guy that my mom was terrified to marry. My mom always asked me if I was okay with moving and my answer was always the same. “Of course mom, I love to travel.” Though I would never tell me how much of a lie that was. After moving around so much, I just wanted a place to call home. I wanted to have a boyfriend and get married and have kids. I wanted to grow old and die in the arms of my soul mate. But sadly, I knew this would never happen. Not for the reasons you think either.

I’m different from everyone else on the planet. I would never grow old and die, or have kids and watch them fall in love and have kids themselves. I would never find my soul mate either, and all of this is because of my grandfather. My grandfather was a gargoyle. He married a human and had my father, who was completely human, who then had me who is half gargoyle. I guess it skips a generation or something.

Being a half gargoyle means that I can go out in the sunlight, but I look slightly off. Instead of turning to stone, I literally feel like a rock and look like one too, but not enough to keep me from being seen in the sunlight. I also don’t sleep or eat, I don’t really know why but that’s how it is. Being a gargoyle also meant that I would stop aging as soon as I hit eighteen and continue to live forever watching those I love die around me. That was something I was not looking forward too. Another thing about being a gargoyle is that I am unnatural looking. I wouldn’t call it beauty, I would call it supernatural. I looked sort of unearthly. I had medium length black hair and silver grey eyes. I was extremely pale and short. I reached maybe four feet nine inches at most.

When I shifted into gargoyle form, my hair grew longer, about to lower back, and turned a powdery white. My eyes changed too, depending on the mood I’m in they are different colors, but they are usually a bright white too. I got even paler, if that was even possible, and grew a about a foot. My wings, which were the weirdest part of me, were a pitch black, but being so thin meant you could see through them slightly. My mother knew about me being a gargoyle, but she never really said anything about it. My first change was extremely hard for her because she had no idea what was going on. Then when I turned ten I got a letter from my grandfather telling me everything about what I was and how to handle it. Ever since then it was never mentioned. We avoided talking about it like people avoided the plague.

“Niki, we’re here.” My mother said. Her quiet voice brought me out of my day dreaming and back into reality. I saw a sign that read ‘Welcome to Forks Population 692’. Well now it was officially Population 694. My first thoughts as we entered the small town were ‘Welcome to Hell’.