Disclaimer: I do not own "Twilight" or any of the characters in the story. But I do
own Winter Holt and her family and her past. You know the whole deal
and whatnot so on with the story….
Chapter 1: The beginning
It was a snowy day in the year of 1873. Twenty years after Jasper Whitlock
got changed into a vampire for recreational purposes only. There he was
sitting on al log wallowing in self pity. And then his life drastically
A girl looking about 18 or 19 ran through the woods screaming at the top of her lungs. Then she saw Jasper. Jasper changed her feelings at once. She became calm.
"Hello ma'am. My names Jasper Whitlock and I'm new around here." Jasper said
trying to coax the very good smelling lady over to him. "Hi I'm…" The
young lady trailed off. She looked at the snow. "I'm Winter. Winter
Holt. Do you think we could go somewhere a little warmer?" Winter said.
"Sure." Came Jasper's reply, his mouth watering.
Jasper led her to an empty cabin. "So Winter sit down please." Jasper said
offering her a seat right in front of him. "So tell me, what were you
doing sitting on a log out in the cold?" Winter asked. "Thinking. Why
were you screaming?" Asked Jasper.
"A man was chasing me. He was drunk and I lost him when I got into the woods." Winter started
to explain. Jasper became furious. "What does he look like?" He asked.
"I-I-I didn't get a good look at him." Winter stuttered. Jasper started
to calm down even though he knew she was lying to him.
Months later Jasper and Winter courted. She rarely saw him and when she did his eyes were black. One day they were walking on the beach and
the sunlight hit his face. Winter gasped, "What are you?" she asked and
he ran into their forest.
Winter noticed the direction on where he fled and followed suit. As she entered the forest someone followed quietly.
"Jasper... Jasper... where are you?" Winter whispered in a sing song voice. Jasper
was hiding in a tree. Winter heard a twig crack. She wheeled around
with her hand on her chest.
"Ja- Oh father!" She exclaimed. "My daughter. What are you doing here?" Mr. Holt asked. "Father I'm looking for someone." Said Winter.
"Well you better be getting home. Your daughter needs you." Jasper's face was filled with disbelief. She had never told him that.
"She's not just my daughter either," she growled, "If I remember correctly your the one who forced yourself upon me shortly after mother died."
"Do not! Do not speak to me like that!" Mr. Holt swiftly walked up to her and got in her face, "Or you wont like the punishment."
Jasper jumped down from his hiding spot. "Sir," Jasper drawled, "Please leave this lovely lady alone."
"I will do whatever pleases me! And that means my daughter going home!" Exclaimed Mr. Holt.
"Father please see to Prudence until I get home. I'll be right behind you after I talk to Mr. Whitlock."
"No you will go now!" Mr. Holt puffed up his chest.
"Mr. Holt please listen to Winter's wishes." Jasper put in.
Mr. Holt's gaze rounded on Winter.
"Winter! Winter! That is not the name I gave you. Elisabeth."
"Firstly Mother named me and secondly I hate that name." She shuddered.
"Mr. Holt leave NOW." Jasper growled.
"Bu-" He trailed off because he was looking in Jasper's eyes.
Jasper's eyes looked murderous and thirsty, ready for the kill. Mr. Holt backed off not turning until he left the forest.
Winter turned to look at Jasper. His eyes still thirsty. "You never did answer
my question." She whispered hesitantly trying to touch under his black
As soon as she touched the cold skin she gasped and Jasper stepped back and looked away. "I sparkle in the sunlight, I can mess
with peoples emotions, I cant sleep, eat, or drink, well water, beer,
wine or milk. But I do drink blood. I'm a vampire. Go ahead and run if
you want to." Jasper looked away and felt uncontrollable love from
"No. I am yours and your are mine. I'm not going to run from you."
"I'm old. I could be old enough to be, sorry to say this, your father."
"That doesn't matter. You could be old and wrinkly and I still wouldn't care.
I love you and that will never change." As if to back up her words her
strong loving emotions slammed into him.
"Well you should go. Before your father gets more mad with you. Don't worry I will watch you
when you sleep. Your father wont live next time." He lifted her hand to
his cold lips. Immense pleasure filled both of them.
"Okay." She stumbled and made her way back home.
''I love you." Jasper whispered.