AN: I own nothing but the plot.

This is a story I had taken down a few months ago… I am now redoing it and reposting it.

Chapter 1

Jasper POV-

The Year is 1967.

I couldn't help it as I stared at the spot the beautiful bronze haired male stood ten minutes before.

It couldn't be him, I knew it couldn't be.

You see Edward is dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. Edward is as dead as a door-nail, ashes long ago forgotten by all but myself. (If you didn't notice this line is taken from 'A Christmas Carol')

Oh but that hair, if I didn't know better I would have thought the vampire I saw for a split second in the distance was him, my long lost love.

However that is an impossibility,

He's been dead for 54 years.

"Jasper," Peter yelled trying to get my attention. "Let's go back to Maria and report that the nomads are no threat and seem to have left the area anyways."

Oh yes Maria, my maker, my maser.

I came when beckoned and performed any deed she needed me to do, even if it is to kill one of my fellow coven members. Except for peter, I begged and pleaded when his one year of being a newborn was up. I convinced her that he would be useful and she let him live.

I guess instead of starting in the middle of the story I should start at the beginning.

~~~~~~Time Warp~~~~~~Time Warp~~~~~~Time Warp~~~~~~

I was born Jasper William Whitlock in July of 1896. My Parents were Ruth and William Whitlock; we lived in a poor town in Texas before my father died of sickness in 1902. My mother Ruth looked many places before finding work, since most women didn't work it was hard and we found ourselves having to move from my childhood home to a house in Florida.

The house was a grand two story with a small servants courters off to the side of the house.

The grand mansion was known as the Masen Place. It was owned by Anthony and Elizabeth Masen. Mother said that this house was their summer home and they needed someone who could look after it while they are away during the year in there other house in Chicago. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped me as I thought about them having a second house just as big in Chicago and immediately my 6 year old mind decided to hate these Masen's.

It was October when mother and I moved into our new home. Elizabeth Masen was waiting for us, so that she could show mother some things.

"Good afternoon you must be Mrs. Ruth Whitlock." A beautifully dressed woman said when she answered the door to the mansion. "I'm Elizabeth Masen; please won't you two come in?"

I follow mommas lead and enter the grand house.

"Mrs. Masen this is my son Jasper he's 6." Momma says as she introduces me. "Say hello to Mrs. Masen." She whispers in my ear when I do nothing.

"Hello madam Masen." I say trying to use my best manners, even though I didn't want to.

"It's certainly nice to make your acquaintance Jasper, my son Edward is your age." Mrs. Masen says before turning to address my mother as the three of us sit. "My Son and husband are back in Chicago, you'll meet them in June when we come down for the summer months."

And so it began my time of being a servant's son and eventually a servant myself, once I grew old enough to get wages from the Masens.

That winter wasn't so bad, I had heard horror stories about servant houses that were small and damp, that got freezing cold in the winter. The house momma and I lived in was small, a two bedroom, perfect for us and it stayed warm throughout that winter, aided by the firewood the Masens provided. The Masens home was beautiful and I loved exploring it, given it had a million secret passageways. Though my favorite room was the library, momma knew her letters well enough that she was able to teach me mine.

Two weeks before the month of June, found momma and me running around the mansion making sure that everything was ready for the Masens summer visit. Momma had instructed me to be on my best behavior when they arrived, she also told me to be nice the Mr. Edward.

I always had a difficult time containing my laughter when momma called him Mr. Edward, he was my age.

Finally the day came and the Masen's arrived.

Edward and I quickly became friends that summer; as much as I tried I couldn't dislike any of the Masons. They were respectable to my momma and kind to me.

Edward for being the son of a wealthy bank owner was just like me.

He enjoyed swimming in the small swimming hole on the grounds, camping, playing cops and robbers.

In the years to come we would become the best of friends, despite our class differences.

August 1906- Age 10

I was in the kitchen helping momma pack for the camping trip Edward and his father were taking when I heard Edward and Mrs. Mason talking in the other room.

"Edward, your father is sorry but he can't go camping with you. He needs to get back to Chicago early to work." Mrs. Mason said trying to explain to her son.

"But Mother he promised and we already have everything packed and ready to go." I could picture Edward stamping his foot while he says this.

"Sorry dear, you'll understand about responsibility one day." Mrs. Mason truly sounded sorry about having to say no to her son.

Edward didn't say anything as he stormed into the kitchen and sat next to me.

"Ever been camping Jazz?" He asks as he grabs a cookie from a bag I had just placed in the basket. Edward was the only one to ever call me Jazz and I think I would have hated being called Jazz by anyone but him.

"Nope, never been." I say truthfully.

"Care to go camping with me? My Father can't go anymore; maybe we could talk my Mother into allowing us to camp out in the back yard. What do you think?" At this moment Mrs. Mason walked into the kitchen.

"Edward shouldn't you have asked Ruth and I before planning the camping trip with Jasper?" She scolded, though I could tell she wasn't mad.

We quickly received permission and went to pack me a bag of clothes.

"It's perfect." Edward announced as we found a nice spot far enough from the house that we could make all the noise we wanted, but close enough that if we needed help we could get it.

That was the first year we camped in the back yard of the Mason's house. The first of many years we would camp out there.

"Jazz, you're my best friend. Promise we'll be friends forever." Edward said that night as we lay in our sleeping bags looking up at the stars.

"Eddie, you're stuck with me. There's no way we won't be friends forever." I say even though I knew that may be a lie once we grew older.

"You're the only one that calls me Eddie." He says as he turns to look at me. "I like that you do." With that said he gave me one of his perfect smiles.

August 1910- Age 14

We lay in our sleeping bags, though it wasn't the stars we were looking at, no instead we were on our sides. Neither of us has blinked for a few minutes and I could feel a piece of my hair that fell into my face.

That's when it happened.

Edwards hand reached over and tucked the hair behind my ear.

"Jazz, I don't know what this feeling is. But I don't think I could forgive myself if I ignore it." I didn't have a chance to reply as he crashes his lips to mine.

I had never been kissed by anyone but my momma. But something about kissing Edward, even though he's a boy, something felt right.

"Jazz, I don't know when it happened. But I think I'm in love with you. I miss you so much when the summers are over." He said when we pulled apart.

"Eddie, I think I know exactly how you feel." I don't know what possessed me but I pulled him into another kiss.

I wasn't sure what exactly we were doing, but I knew it was something that could only be done in private and that we would be in a lot of trouble if our parents heard.

~~~~~~Time Pass~~~~~~

The summers that would follow would be much the same.

We would sneak off at any given chance to be together.

The summer we turned 15 we gave each other ourselves completely and I had never felt so whole.

Every year that summer would come to an end we would say our goodbyes to each other with sadness and would countdown to the next summer.

June 1913- Turning 17 this summer

I was sweating as I cleaned out the animal stalls in the barn. It was diffidently the hottest summer in years. Taking a small break I drank some water and wiped the sweat from my brow, while I look down the driveway, my thin white cotton shirt sticking to my chest from the sweat. The Masons were scheduled to arrive today and I couldn't wait to see Edward again, my best friend and secret lover. That's when I heard their buggy coming closer, followed by a horse.

The sight of Edward on the magnificent chestnut stallion took my breath away and I had to work extra hard to get my breathing to calm down. As they got closer to the house momma rushed out to greet them as I also rushed to where they would stop. I couldn't help but take in Edwards look, he was beautiful, no longer the boy from last summer but a young man, who in time would take over for his father, Edward had a grand future ahead of him and I knew in time I would get left behind and forgotten by my lover.

I could hear my momma greeting Mr. and Mrs. Mason as they stepped out of the buggy and I quickly grabbed the stallion's reigns when Edward came to a stop and hopped off.

"Jazz," he says running to give me a hug. He didn't notice his parents disapproving looks as he hugged me like he was. It wasn't proper, but even with that thought I could feel my heart quicken at his touch and smell. When we pulled away he grabbed the horses reigns. "Jasper I've missed you. This is Jay isn't he a beauty. Mother and Father let me ride him all the way from Chicago. I wanted to show him to you."

"Hello Edward." I say as I take step back and take Jay's reigns from him. I wasn't sure what to do then. I could see momma and the Masons walking into the house and Edward was now staring at me like I was doing something wrong.

"Edward, come inside and cleanup for lunch." Mrs. Mason yelled from the porch.

"Ok Mother I will, after we put up Jay. Jasper and I will be in soon." Edward said as he takes the reigns from me for the second time that day.

"Edward I'm sure Jasper is busy, why don't you just let him take care of Jay and come inside. To have lunch with your father and me." I could tell by her tone that she was trying to be kind. What she wasn't willing to say is I was no longer welcome at their table. My station in life is set and I am a servant boy, we were getting older and no longer children.

"Oh, ok Mother." Edward didn't look too happy but he quickly handed me Jay's reigns and started to go inside. Once his mother went inside he turned. "I'll see you later Jazz." He didn't wait for a reply as he went inside.

I barely made it to the barn with Jay before the tears started.

I knew in time we would have to start acting more our station but I was hoping Edward and I would have a few more summers together before that happened.

When I removed the saddle from the horse I noticed a small piece of paper fall to the ground. Quickly I picked it up and read it.

Jazz-

My Mother and Father have decided it's not proper for us to be friends. I however don't agree with them, why should money decide how much a person is worth in life? This is America; all different people come here for a better life. If you are reading this it means my Mother is sticking close to her promise that I would start "acting like a Mason and not some common poor boy" (her words not mine). You are still my best friend Jasper, and let's not forget lover (if you'll still have me); I don't care what they say. They are wrong in their thinking, I hope you don't take anything they do or say personally this summer. Please don't hate me because of them.

I also ask that you please meet me in the barn at 9:00 once they are asleep. I may listen to my parents in some situations but I can't with this one.

Love,

Your Eddie

Wiping away my silent tears I folded the letter and placed it safely in my pocket as I finished putting Jay away. I then made my way to where their luggage still sat waiting to be taken inside. Taking two at a time I still had to make five trips inside and up the stairs to the Masons rooms. Momma would then unpack the bags and hang up the clothes.

My resolve to survive the summer was to stay out of the house as much as possible. Though I knew I would miss the library the Masons had, it was four times bigger than the library in town. I just knew I needed to stay out of Mr. and Mrs. Mason's way and hope that Edward and I would be able to find some time to be together.

9:00 on the dot Edward walks into the barn and I can see a smile spread across his when he sees me, waiting for him.

"Jazz," he says as we embrace and kiss.

"Eddie, I missed you so much." I say as I lead him over to sit on a bale of hay, next to Jay's stall.

Edward laughed as he pet his horse. "I named him Jay because his main reminded me of your hair." I smile as he runs his hand through my hair.

"Jasper, my parents informed me that I will not be returning next summer. They say it's time for me to marry and take over as a partner at the bank." I wrapped my arms around him as he informs me of this awful news.

"Is she horrid?" I ask trying to contain my tears.

"Her name is Isabella; she's the sheriff's daughter, clumsiest person I have ever met. She's not totally horrid, but she is nothing compared to you, Jazz you don't know how much I have wished we lived in a world that we could be together." He turns in my arms to look at me. "Do you think there would ever be a time where men could be together?"

His question catches me off guard. "I'm unsure Eddie, I've never thought about it I guess, wouldn't much matter since we're stuck in this time."

We didn't talk much for the rest of the night as I led him to a secret spot in the barn I had made for us. It felt great coming together again as he filled me, I could feel his love flowing out of himself and into me. I would remember this moment years after it happened.

The next few weeks were much the same, I stayed away from his parents and he met me at night in the barn. Everything worked out fine.

Little did we know that an epidemic would soon hit.

It was July 7th when Mr. Mason became sick and they decided to cut their summer short and head home to better doctors in Chicago. My goodbye to Edward was short but I would never forget those last words he said to me.

"You have my heart Jazz, please never doubt that." He whispered with his mother standing just a few feet from us.

"And you have mine." I say back to him.

Mr. Mason never made it home. He died on the road; he never lived long enough to see his wife and son fall sick to the Spanish influenza.

Three months after that farewell momma and I receive word that Mrs. Mason and Edward had also lost their battle with the sickness. My heart broke with the news, along with the will that was sent to us. The Masons had no other family, so Elizabeth took it upon herself to write a will, leaving their Florida home and a huge sum of money to momma and me. For once in my life I had money and it mattered not since I had to lose my soul mate.

AN: Well there you have it… The next chapter should be Edward POV and the vote is up to you, Lemons or No Lemons?