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CHAPTER 1
     EMMA

JASPER'S POV

I was walking through Utah— Pleasant Grove to be correct—  to be away from my family, from her for a little while. I was walking past a high pine tree, when I smelt someone. Not just someone, a girl. She smelt absolutely amazing, nothing I had ever smelt before. She smelt like one of those strawberry sweet and sour candies that I used to love before, then.
I froze in my spot. *Where is that smell coming from?* I thought. I looked around, spreading my censes as far as they would go.
I heard her off to my left, talking to herself, her emotions were a mixture of sadness with a bit of happiness. *How could anyone be so sad, but still be happy, that's weird...* I went over to a sturdy tree, and climbed to the top, looking down at her with my vampire eyes.
She was silently crying with tears streaming down her rosy cheeks, she was murmuring on how pathetic, lonely, ugly, stupid, and worthless she was. She came to the tree I was in, and I could feel my fingers digging into the thick bark, leaving claw marks, I was starting to get nervous, excited and mad at the same time. The butterflies were everywhere.*Would I be able to control myself if she got to near?* I thought. She sat down on the base of the tree, and started to sob with her head between her knees, her arms wrapped around her legs.
I felt her misery so much that I forgot who and what I was-I even forgot her wonderful smell (and her blood)- that I jumped down from the tree, walked about ten feet away, turned on my heels, and tripped on a root with an "umph".
*Nice going, smart one, you go and talk to a girl, and you trip, what a duffus you are...*

  EMMA'S POV

I heard someone trip, so I got up from my spot underneath the trees limbs, wiped the tears from my eyes and cheeks and went toward the sound.
I hadn't gotten far when suddenly I saw a god-like young man, who looked about the age of 17. He had corn yellow hair that had messed up by the trip. He had toned muscles showing through a rip that went from his
wrist to his shoulder through his light blue button up shirt. My black jacket
lay at my feet where I had previously had thrown it in my sobbing. I picked up my jacket, and held it up and asked, "are you okay?"

JASPER'S POV

Once I herd her voice, and felt her concern, I looked up and met her sapphire eyes.
"Yeah I'm fine, thanks." After I said that, a flicker of doubt crossed her face and her eyes moved down to my arm.
I followed her gaze and saw she was looking at a rip that went from the top of my cuff to my shoulder seam. I fingered the rip and thought: *How did that happen?*
It was then I realized that she was holding up a black zip up jacket for me to take, her scent overpowering me. I hesitantly reached up and took it from her. I put it on, I was surprised, it fit me perfectly. I breathed in ever so slightly through my mouth, her smell wafting through my nostrils. I opened my eyes to see her smiling warmly back at me. The humor showing through her eyes.
"What are you laughing at?"  I asked, curious at how she would respond.
"Oh...nothing...(akward silence)...*clears her throat*...that was some nasty fall ya'll had there."
"Ya'll?" I asked, chuckling softly.
"Oh sorry, see I lived in the south for 6 years, so I'll go into a southern drawl, every once in a while." she responded
" There's nothing to be sorry for, I also lived in the south for a time as well."
"Oh really, where?"
"Texas"
"Auburn, Alabama" she said in that cute southern accent of hers, " Oh, I'm so sorry, how rude of me, I'm Emma Martinelli, by the way" she said, her dialect gone now. Her hand outstretched for me to take.
"I'm Jasper, Jasper Hale." I said shaking her hand, getting up.
   Her eyes got really big, and I felt her emotions run wild, from confusion, to surprise, to disbelief, to humor, then when she saw I was serious, I felt the all dreaded: fear.
  "You mean, the Jasper Hale?" she asked, I didn't know what in the world she was talking about, but she kept continuing on, " You mean the Jasper Hale as in Stephanie Meyers Twilight?"