Full Summary:

Jasper loves Alice but his hart still grieves for his first love. When a new transfer student hops on the scene bearing a striking resemblance of his former first love, as his hart is thrown into a world win of split personality, family secrets, love triangles, and a were wolf loving hybrid fairy will he ever get the girl that truly desires or will he forever be stuck in the friends zone.

A/N: I'm just giving you readers fair warning that there will be profanity, violence, potential hair pulling, as well as some name calling and all that grown up stuff plus plenty of lemons later which is why this is rated M. If you can't handle the grown up stuff then you don't have to read although I wish you would it would be one hell of a funny ride you will miss out on. But for those of you that do decide to embark on this journey with me please read, enjoy, and review. This actually is my first attempt at writing a TwiFanFic. I hope I do you guys proud.

P.S. I would like to thank my beloved friend the sexy Kayla for inspiring the hell out this story and for letting me be my crazy self and bouncing off ideas to you. LOVE YA GIRLIE! As well as the killer sexy ChanChan love ya to!

I do not own them unfortunately but the crazy adventure I'm about to take them on is all me.

Episode 1

JPOV

Her eyes. Yes, it was her eyes that captivated me. Those eyes I fell in love with, that's what will haunt me for eternity. A constant reminder of my past, my sins of crimes long ago committed. Her eyes… those beautiful fucking silver eyes, like pools of liquid metal lightly reflecting every color of the rainbow. Inhumanly, yet captivatingly beautiful.

Yes, I could drown in them for the rest of eternity.

Yet, in moments of lust, carnal passion, moments like this I look down instead at the body that quivers and moans in pleasure beneath me. The woman that lays beneath me as I feed her body the sexual pleasure it desires. But, watching her face as I make her cum over and over again, I am not met with those eyes.

And strangely, I find myself disappointed because for some reason I can't place why it's those eyes that I want to see as I drive myself deep inside her. As I taste and explore every beautiful inch of her body. Feast upon her until she screams my name and begs me to stop. Yes, the woman with the silver eyes… not the woman with me now. No, this is the woman who's been with me for the past 50-odd something years as my companion, confidant, best friend, and to my family, my wife.

Don't me wrong, I love Alice. How could I not when she's such a pleasant person to be around? She helps and supports me with my struggles of feeding, along with keeping me sane. Holding and mending the broken pieces back together of a man I felt I had long ago forgotten. Alice keeps me grounded.

But, for the last few years, it hasn't seemed like enough.

I will admit I do love her, but there's always been something missing, something that wasn't complete… like it was with her, my beloved silver eyes. I will always love her and miss her. From time to time, I still mourn her.

When I'm out alone hunting, or just alone period, I allow myself to feel it. My heart feels like it's being clawed out of my chest when I think of her for too long, and try to picture her smile through the fog of my fuzzy human memories.

When I was first changed, my memories of her were the only things keeping me sane for those long three days. When I woke, all my thoughts were of her. My only goal was to get home to her. I knew she would love me no matter what. We even vowed to love each other before God.

I remember she would laugh and tell me that she wasn't human, so why would I expect a human response from her? I always thought she was strange, but I was completely in love with my silver eyed goddess.

Over time, I forced myself to stop thinking about her constantly. Eventually, it got to the point where it didn't hurt as much. Being with Alice helped to turn that gut wrenching pain into a dull ache as she taught me to love again. In a way, when we met, she was like a breath of fresh air that I needed, a light of hope in the mist of so much darkness in my life. She filled the hole in my heart with just enough hope.

And when we met the Cullens, and they accepted us part of their family, that hole grew even smaller with the love and support that they filled it with. It was a nice change to finally be part of a family, to be loved unconditionally, to be supported, even when I messed up or slipped up, to be given a place to call home. It meant so much to me, even if we did move around a lot. If I have learned anything from them, it's that home isn't the house or the place you go for shelter from whatever storm looms above; it's the people who surround you. It's the people who love and support you, and the people who make you feel safe. That's what home is.

She showed me that all those years ago, too, my silver eyed goddess. Back then, she was my home, no matter where I was, or where I went, she was always my safe harbor. She was always my rock, my anchor amidst all the chaos of the Civil War. God, I missed her… my love, my heart, my soul… my Mina.

But even as I sat, some time later, in the tree that I claimed "my thinking tree" perched on one of the highest branches that could support my weight, looking down upon a breath-taking view of the surrounding forest, mountains, and ocean, I wallowed in my self-loathing and depression. The hole that my Mina left would never be completely filled, no matter how much love I was surrounded with.

I was so deep in thought that I hadn't even noticed anyone approaching until the person spoke.

"Oh, Jazz." Words said with a sigh, and laced with worry and concern. It was barely a whisper, but it broke me out of my trance.

Alice stood more than a dozen feet away looking up at me. From the pained look contorting her pixie-like features, I could tell that she was being affected by what I was feeling. It was part of the reason I liked to go off alone to do this type of thinking.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to think happy thoughts and reign in my emotions. As I did, I instantly saw and felt her relax a bit. I gave her a smile and motioned for her to come up and join me. With her vampire speed, she was up the tree in no time, and perched on a branch across from me. We sat there in silence for a moment taking in the view until she decided to speak.

"No matter how many times I see it, it still takes my breath away," she quietly commented as we looked out over the horizon. As the sun started to crest over the mountains, I looked over to her. The light was barely touching her skin, and the effect made her glow just a little, putting me in mind of an angel or a fairy straight from Never Land. Then again, she was my angel.

"Beautiful," I whispered, and I know she heard me. She looked over and smiled at me. If she could, I knew she would be blushing right now. She shyly looked away.

"You're thinking about her again, aren't you," she suddenly said, and it wasn't a question; it was more like a statement.

"Oh, whatever do you mean?" I chided, giving her a genuine smile. "Before you came along, I was just sitting here contemplating the beauty and the awesomeness that is Alice." That won me a laugh, at least, and I smiled wider upon hearing it. Her laughter always sounded like music to my ears and it had the ability to warm me to the core sometimes. In my head, I liked to call it "The Alice Effect."

"Jazz!" she giggled, and suddenly she was beside me lightly smacking my shoulder. I pretended to be injured as I made a pained face and rubbed my arm.

"OW! You wound me, woman!" This time, we both laughed.

My smile faded as I realized what must have brought her here. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was projecting," I said, and looked away. "Well, that far anyway. How far out were you, anyway?"

"About a quarter of a mile away when I first felt it," she said, softly.

"I didn't even know I could project that far," I replied.

"Jazz, you're changing the subject," she said, gently, voice full of concern. I didn't say anything, instead looking down at my hands. They were fascinating all of a sudden.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she continued. "You know I'm still here for you. You do know that, right?"

I nodded, giving her a small smile. "I know, Ali, and thank you, but this time, I'd rather not talk about it."

She sighed and took an unneeded breath. "Okay, if you say so, Jazz. I won't push it this time."

I smiled as I sent her a wave of gratitude. Smiling back, she nudged me.

"Come on, it's almost time for school and Bella is waiting for us," she said, walking along the branch.

A groan escaped me before I could stop myself.

"Oh Jazz, come on, she's not so bad. I don't get your aversion to her. Ever since we met her, it's like you've been falling - no, plummeting - back into your funk of a depression again. I don't get it. I thought things were finally getting better for you… and us." She barely whispered the last words.

I sat there wishing I hadn't provoked her with my groaning protest.

"You just don't get it, Ali. And no, I do not want to talk about it," I said, quickly adding the last part before she could respond.

"But, Jazzzz!" she whined, giving me the puppy eyes and her little cute pout that I loved. Damn it, that girl knew how to make me cave. This time, though, I was determined to not let her get to me. I started to climb down, and motioned for her to follow as I started walking at a semi-human pace back to the house.

Now that I think about it, she was right about Bella. But what Alice didn't understand was that when I met Bella that first day at school, I was blown away by how much she looked like her. I almost wanted it to be her. She looked so much like her that the only difference was her eyes, which were more of an earthy brown and her hair seemed slightly lighter. At first I was shocked as she walked towards us in the parking lot. I was torn between wanting to run towards her and wanting to run away.

A million thoughts had run through my mind at that moment, and the only one that I latched onto was that I needed to talk to her and touch her to make sure that she was real.

At that moment, Edward had caught on to my thoughts and turned to face the woman they were being directed toward. All of a sudden, I felt a wave of excitement, lust, and giddiness all rolled up into one. Yes, giddiness. From Edward. Seriously? But anyway, that's another story, and as stated previously, I had other things on my mind.

I was overjoyed. I even started to take a step towards her, but then that smile of hers stopped me in my tracks. It was one of her breathtaking smiles - one of my Mina's smiles - but it was off-kilter somewhat. As I took her in once more, I realized that while everything seemed the same, it was… well, slightly off.

I remembered thinking, 'Well, of course, she is different, if it is her and she's been reborn. She's human now. At least, that's what she looks like.' I scolded myself. And indeed, everything about her screamed human at all of my senses. Of course, at that moment, a part of me was disappointed, but the hope I felt from her presence was, in a sense, comforting.

That is, up until it went horribly, horribly wrong.

A/N: Well I hope you like my opener I hope it got you wondering what's going to happen and just remember this is going to be a Bella and Sexy Jasper Story. XD AHHHH! He is just so hot isn't he? ISN'T HE?! Hehehe! Sorry guys got carried away there for a minute but please do review. Love you all!