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(Hermione's POV)

The next day at school was a new start. The previous days worries still present in my mind, but pushed back to focus on just existing in this idiotic muggle town. I would adjust. I would change my pattern and Iwould for once, fit in with the general population. If only I could forget that less than 24 hours previously, I had come face to face with a creature that even Hagrid was wary of.

Poor delusional Hagrid. His idea of creatures that could be kept as pets was something that had made my time at Hogwarts so much of a test, first with Fluffy, then Buckbeak … although I understood his want to keep the Hippogriff I was still somewhat reluctant to accept his idea that third years should be taught to handle such wind and dangerous creatures.

Then there was Grawp. Poor Grawp, he simply wanted to be close to his brother, but couldn't understand why the half Giant couldn't hunt with him, couldn't stand as tall and why he wasn't as strong as he.

Never the less, as I rode up the car park of the school my mind was trying to focus on several different things, forcing me to take a responsible speed and not swerve off the road every time something caught my eye.

Rumbling to a stop I came face to face with the barrage of glances and whispers that had followed me the day before. I was glad to see that for being dim-whited and vapid, the teenage population was at least consistent in their treatment of the new students.

"Do you see her? I heard she lives alone!"

"Do you think her parents are dead?"

"Of course they are! What kid our age is able to afford a house like hers?"

"Well I heard she's on the run from the English police! And that she's hiding here!"

Great, Gossip. That was exactly what I needed so soon into my moving here. It wasn't enough that back in the Wizarding World I was one of the most talked about people of my generation, hailed as of the 'Golden Trio', 'Saviours of the Wizarding World', 'The Brightest Witch of her age'. Here, I would be branded as someone whose past was such a mystery that one of the first thoughts people have of me, Is that I'm some strange criminal on the run.

If only they knew the truth.

Sighing, I pulled the helmet off my head and covertly placed the anti-thieving charm back on the bike as I picked up my bag and set off into the school to get my second day of signing papers for my new teachers. I was still trying to adjust to calling them that instead of Professors. It wouldn't do good to look even more out of place.

Yet there was something odd, even for today. As I walked down the hallway toward the front office to collect my signing sheets, the part of my magic that alerted me to danger began twinging. It was trying to alert me. Yet as I looked around, I could see no one out of the ordinary and, as I turned back to the woman behind the counter the feeling left again. It was the strangest sensation. It was like I was being watched, like I had been in grave danger. It unnerved me. After all my years fighting in a war back in the Wizarding world, it was impossible to shake the constant feeling of people watched, of being a target. And if I was being honest with myself, I was a target. There had been a reason for me immigrating to the United States in the first place. After my love affair with the rest of Europe, America was not high on my list of places I'd ideally like to end up.

But that had been the whole point. I needed somewhere that no one would suspect me going. I needed to hide and blend in with the rest of the world, or perhaps suffer hat the same hands that had gotten on me before. I still could not shake of the disgust that rolled from my belly every time I thought of the sick and twisted members of Voldemort's inner circle. Each more vile than the last, willing to do anything to get in their masters favour, even if it included sullying themselves with a muggle born. It never came to that thankfully. I was one of the lucky ones. I doubt I would have been able to withstand that sort of punishment. Not after everything else.

Now the only dignity I still had remained under lock and key. I had never dated again after Viktor and I never wanted to. I was happy being self-sufficient and I was happy being alone.

At least then I was safe.

Giving a "Thank you" to the woman who, with the same hideous amount of make up on, gave me a false smile turned around and began chatting to the other lady in the office. I gave her a once over, taking in her dress sense and curling my nose at the stench of her perfume. Hideous. I knew hags that had a better upkeep on their appearance!

Turning to leave the office hallway I noticed there was something amiss. Once again, in a careful fleeting moment I scanned the hallway. Only this time, I saw him.

The vampire.

Yet as I looked at him, I felt something stir in the back of my mind. I could hear my breath rushing from my lungs and I was compelled towards him, I needed to move. But I was rooted. My heart feeling like it was apparating all of its own accord, being sucked through the tightest of straws. Compressing itself against my chest and beating like it was soon to explode. The feeling was so intense, so ... familiar. It frightened me more than I would ever dare admit. Than I would ever let anyone else know. I could see his own nostrils flaring, a snarl forming on his lips.

"Who are you?" His voice echoed like a whisper down what now felt like an empty corridor. The accent was easily recognisable. He wasn't from this part of America, but vampires never did stay in the same place twice. If my training against those who sided with Voldemort during the final battle had anything to go by, I doubt this one would stay in the area for more than a week. Taking his prey and leaving before anyone could find him again. It was one of the more unfortunate side effects of being a creature whose sole diet was reliant on the mass murdering and torturing of human beings. I had never felt compassion for vampires and I highly doubted this one would change my feelings.

Never taking my eyes from him, I silently grasped at my wand from the holster hidden under my sleeve and cast a "notice me not" charm around the two of us. If he wanted a show down, he wouldn't be dragging innocents into it. Enough innocent blood had been spilt.

The shock was evident on his face. Apparently he wasn't expecting a fight. That would work in my favour. However, what I was more concerned about though was the way the vampire's eyes darkened. Bleeding out into black from the centre. Showing the animal he truly was. A low growl rumbled from him and for a split second my fear spiked. I thought I had gotten away from the fighting, from the pain and destruction. Apparently I was wrong.

However, I was suddenly interrupted, some sort of hard object had hit me on the back of the head and without a second to react I ended up heading for the floor.

Running high on instinct, I curled into a ball and rolled away to the side against a set of lockers at the side of the hallway. Wand still out, I looked at the offending item before whipping my eyes back to vampire.

He was gone.

He had run.

I hadn't seen or heard anything about the vampire for the rest of the day. I seemed to have avoided anyone noticing my wand that had been subtly slipped back into its holster before I was being thrown a million and one questioned over whether I was alright, If I had been hurt by the "football" or whether I wanted someone to take me to the nurse. All of the questioned had been received by an affirmation that I was quite alright and if anyone kept me from my class and made me late, they would be the ones needing the nurse.

That seemed to scatter them quick enough.

I didn't care what the opinion of me was in this school, as long as I got through it without too much fanfare and fuss. I only had one more class of the day to get through before I could go back and train my focus on vampires. On how to destroy them, how to protect myself against them ... how to protect the muggles. They infuriated me, but years of Dumbledore doctrine of "For the greater good" had made me someone with an unfortunate hero complex. Although I much preferred to do so without being known about. No one knew I had saved and healed hundreds at the battle of Hogwarts, silently - under disillusion - administering much needed first aid to those who could be saved, and easing the pain of those who couldn't. It was my penance for the horrific acts I myself had done in the fight for the light.

But I would not return to that level of fighting. Not yet. I just needed to think, I needed to prepare. I needed to hunt and seek.

Fate however, seemed to have a different idea for me.

(Jaspers POV)

She went to Forks High school. I could smell her the second I saw the parking lot of the school, the sweet pleasurable scent mixed with that fruity purple. It was almost like I tasted a star, it sparkled on my tongue, and just the smell of her in the air was enough to send me into a hypnotic daze. It freaked out the others in the jeep that Emmett drove us to the school in. We all placed as seniors in the school, apart from Alice and Edward anyway, they were a 'few years younger' than us. So they didn't go to school. Not even the down pouring of rain could stop her scent reaching me though. It was like it called to me, a hidden and forgotten longing stirred inside me. I was feeling worse since the argument I had with Alice which lasted the entire night. It was a good thing that we never slept, although I would have loved to have used it as an excuse to not listen to her whining about it being dangerous for me to be having these sorts of thoughts about a human, especially someone who had some sort of power to cause vampires to pass out.

After the concern that I had been faced with by the family. They took it as their mission to ridicule me for being the only vampire in existence that fainted at the hands of a human. Even Edward had given me his fair share of abuse. And he was known for being diplomatic about situations like this. All he really cared about was making sure his pristine image was not tarnished and rubbed it in my face that I was beneath him for something. Oh if I could I would have torn that jumped up boys head off and thrown it in a fire.

I had plenty of experience of that. Training newborns in Maria's army in the south during the America Civil war had made me very proficient in destroying the body of a fellow vampire. For some that made me seem unstable, but for the rest of the vampire community by own history proceeded me. The youngest general in America History and the emotionless manipulator of the vampire Armies of the sound. I was Maria's second hand. I was her secret and most dangerous weapon. Whenever she would turn a new vampire it was my job to train them to fight and kill, it was my job to destroy them and it was my job to burn them once they outgrew their newborn strength. My past was a haunting reminder of just how easy becoming a monster could be.

I remembered nothing from my human life, one of the main side effects of being turned into a vampire, and something I wish I could reverse. Not being able to remember my own mothers face was something I would never be able to get over.

I had searched endlessly for my family's history. I had time on my hands to do so, I had the money and I had the conviction. But every time I got a lead it would end up a dead end and I would spend months in exile trying to get rid of my rage at failing once again.

I was monster, but I retained every bit of my southern Gentlemanly training that most mothers drilled into their sons from a young age. I had retained my understanding of how to behave and I knew that I would to respect women because of their fragility.

Being a vampire had not changed my view on that, women would always be seen as fragile, no matter how many times I watched them fight. They were ruled by emotions that men did not possess and they were dominated by their families and home lives. Men were solitary and had the ability to rise above their emotions and run purely on the thrill of winning.

"Jasper! Hey buddy!" Emmett's voice boomed from the driver's seat, indicating to me that we had reached the parking lot and that we were set to go into the school. I gave the briefest of nods at him and slipped from my seat, pulling my rucksack behind me as I exited the monster machine. He gave me a look which was obviously full of worry, though he had done a lot of the teasing himself Emmett was truly concerned for my wellbeing. It was an appreciated sentiment but I was an old man, I didn't need anyone looking out for me and I never would. So, instead of answering him I simply nodded my head before heading off ahead of them, trying not to make it obvious that I was making a bee-line in the direction of the heavenly scent.

Never before had I been so affected by the smell of a human being, their scent was singular to them each and every one. Whether they wore too much perfume, whether they had showered that particular morning, what sort of products they wore for their skin - both the men and women. But none of them had acted as a sultry finger beckoning me toward it.

Without even really taking notice of what I was doing, I opened the doors looking toward the main office for the whole school. Inhaling deeply. Then I saw her. She was in the school, and she was obviously new, receiving a slip of paper to be signed by the teachers for the day.

"Jasper!" I turned away and walked back, jolted into reality by my 'brother' again. His expression was full of worry. I didn't even need to feel the confused worry in him to know it was there, he was an open book when it came to his feelings.

"Yes?!" I asked, frustrated. I could still smell her, and her voice!. All she said was 'thank you' to the receptionist, but her voice sounded like angel chorus. It was beautiful.

It was unnerving.

"Just sayin' remember your wife bro ..." with that he nodded once, swinging his arm around Rosalie's shoulders and heading off toward his first class. The man was so very much in love with his wife it sometimes made me jealous. I loved mine not even half as much, yet she was so adamant that we were destined to be together. That because she 'saw' me and waited for me for years in the same diner, in the same seat. Waiting, that we were meant to always be together and have no one else on our lives.

That was not however, how I saw my life going. I had never wanted to find a different way to live, I had only tried to leave Maria's army. But for the sake of someone being able to give me a new life, give me the resources I needed to forever be rid of that demon woman's grasp I had given myself into a family that I knew I never truly needed. And a 'wife' who pestered me at every given moment.

Speaking of the devil woman, I heard the annoying beeping of my cellular telephone, the students in the school always became very impressed whenever they hear ours going off, and it was not yet a luxury that the common man could afford.

'I can see you Jazzy. Don't do anything stupid.

Alice x :)'

What ridiculous things these cellular telephones were.

I returned to the hallway to see if the mysterious girl was still there and was rewarded by being able to see that indeed she was. Whatever stalker like thoughts were being entertained in my mind, they were being fed and sated.

But there was something very very different about her. She turned around and looked at me, her expression was deadly. Similar to how I had seen her yesterday in the field. Only this time I could taste the difference in her scent. It gave me a thrill.

Not the kind of thrill I received when hunting or having a good spar with the other vampires in the coven. But a thrill all the same. For some reason, a feral mind clouded over me. My mouth formed a snarl and I could hear the gentle growl that to a human, was nothing but a huff of air. But she noticed.

What was she?!

"Who are you!" I thought aloud, letting my snarl out a little louder, still wary of the humans around us.

Of course, it seemed this girl had something up her sleeve, in the literal case as it was. Something akin to a stick was grasped in her hand. 'A stake!? No, that's impossible. No one knows about us ...' I thought, angrily. Yet the idea of her being a threat made me all the angrier. I could feel the practised fury rising up my spine, readying me to attack if necessary. Alice be damned.

Thankfully, the tunnel vision that had begun clouding my mind shifted the second something hit her and forced her to the ground. I didn't even stay to find out what it was that had saved her from my wrath, from my monstrous and feral nature. I just fled.

I ran from the school, not caring that I would be late for my first class. I simply ran. Sprinting at my full speed and went for the first animal that came my way. It did nothing to sate the gnawing painful hunger that had overwhelmed me. I felt as if I would never be full with the scent of her still in my nostrils. It was unbearable. I could not cope with the pain.

However, over three hours later, in time to walk into the school during the lunch break and claim that I had been feeling unwell in the morning and was willing to come in and try to work for the remainder of the day - charming my way out of a detention for not calling ahead and instead getting tardies from my teachers, I returned. My belly full to bursting point with the blood of the creatures I had mauled. Tearing them apart with my teeth and hands. My strength literally ripping them to shreds while the blood still poured through their veins. Their deaths were never painful however. No, I manage to take that from them.

Monster I may be, but I would never be able to deal with the pain of whoever I was killing. In Maria's army I was forced to feel the pain the newborns felt when they were changing, when they were training and I would tear their body parts from them in punishment and ultimately, the pain of the eternal death when I burned their bodies to dispose of their useless selves. Whenever they had served their purpose, unless they had any particular abilities, such as myself, they would be gotten rid of. Newborns were only strong for their first year, after that they lost their newborn strength and were just as powerful as a normal vampire.

It was her idea of the perfect army. Trained newborns that could use their new strength to their advantage as the most pure blood was still draining from their system. Getting rid of their own living human blood as they gorged on the bodies of others made them immensely strong and it took a lot of strength on my own part to keep them from destroying not only myself, but each other.

And it was something I was known for all over the world.

Jasper Whitlock was not a household name, but it did carry a fear and a powerful sense of dread for whoever heard it.

For the rest of the day I had managed not to devour the humans around me. I had staved off my cravings well enough that I did not need to destroy them one after another. Not even with the heightened hunger those humans felt during the lunch period. That was the most annoying thing about being a vampire trying to curb his appetite of humans, feeling the hunger that those humans felt themselves during their regulated lunching hours. It was strange the way they ate at specific times during the day whether they were hungry or not, or whether they had been hungry for hours. They were so well trained to never eat until specified times and were punished for doing so out with those times.

No wonder other vampires thought of humans as pets. I could certainly see their way of thinking.

"Sup Bro!" I heard call through the cafeteria, Emmett's voice cheerily booming across the bustling chatter that was the dull minded humans. I was glad that for a while yet Edward didn't have to hear these specific thoughts. Seemingly todays ones were all full of lust. Although it was not like it didn't happen like that normally. These lust fuelled humans worked through their emotions like they would within their next breath. It was something that with vampires in their midst was a distinct possibility. But Carlisle was too set on being someone who helped and healed rather than ate and killed that it meant all of us had to obey the human lifestyle set out for us during the age we lived in. However, having lived with the Cullen coven since the early 1950's it was difficult. The changing times were never the same with each passing decade. The most fun I had ever had going to school was during the 1960's when America had been split down the middle, much like it had been during my own human life. Yet this time it was against war, it was against the taking of life. Ironically, I and my 'family' had participated in these marches, in the strikes and in the protests. We were some of the ones who wouldn't be caught and nothing could harm us. Not even when the police began using their weapons against the public, Pepper spray being their favoured choice, had we been moved. It only made to solidify our popularity with the people of the area. However, such is the life of a vampire coven trying to live among humans, every time we got close to making friends we had to move and recreate ourselves in a different part of America. Each more remote and unheard of as the next. But no matter how many times we moved, it always managed to shock us at how different the humans were becoming.

In my own time, women were not to be educated and they sat at home trying to look after the children and household. Now they were becoming some of the strongest business people rivalling he men. The entire feminist movement that began at the turn of the previous century had spiralled into an unstoppable cacophony of angry women trying to make their way in the world the best way they could. The rise in teenagers having children, of parents breaking up and women having to go back into work to pay to look after their families was on the rise and there was nothing that we could do to prevent it.

The only thing in the world that seemed to be consistent was war. And it was something I was most versed in. The others on the coven could claim that they were well travelled, that they knew everything they could know in the world and that they knew better than the rest.

But none of them had to suffer through war the way I did. None of them had to experience it both as a human and a vampire, the fluid transition between the two being seamless and seemingly permanent. Even now as I walked through the school my mind was on high alert. I could see and sense everything around me that could be perceived as a threat.

"Anything happen while I was away, McCarthy?" I said, stoically.

"Nothing much, Whitlock. There's a new kid though. Think it's her?" He asked, obviously meaning the mystery girl from the day before.

"Yes. I saw her earlier. It's her."

"What you gonna do, bro?"

"Not eating her would be a start."

He just chuckled. He knew that I was serious, but his nature would not allow him to be anything but joking when things got difficult. I had witnessed him in the middle of a fight. The only time when he wasn't laughing was when he took a hit. The rest of the time a smug laugh thundered through the field. Even when he went hunting he retained his amusement long enough to play with his food before killing it.

The final class today was one I knew I could zone out on. American history class was something I didn't even need to pay attention to. Most of it was full of the events I had first-hand knowledge of. there was never any need for references in my essays and they were always correct down the day of the week and time of day. My teacher assuming I was simply someone who was avidly interested in history like he was, never entertaining the idea that his vampire student was someone who had first-hand experience of the horrors and misfortunes that took the lives of thousands. The civil was a topic that I and the teacher had taken hours of discussions over. He in his book knowledge and mine of the experiences of the soldiers, it became something of a go to whenever I had to do a topic of choice and there was never any question about it. I was never asked to pick a different subject, a perk of being able to manipulate the poor man's emotions. He never doubted my ability in any subject.

This class however was different. Despite there being no indication as we all took our usual seats in the class that anything was out of the ordinary, once we were all settled, Mr St. Johns walked out of the class and beckoned someone in. As she walked in, I held my breath. It was the only thing I could think to do. Unfortunately, her scent still reached me. I could taste the beauty in her scent. But now that she was up close, I could simply take in her beauty. The gentle speckling of freckles dusting her nose, the honey colour of her hair that matched that of our eyes. Her caramel coffee eyes, so full of emotion that was deeper than I had ever seen in any other human, and skin so pale it could be borderline alabaster. Although she did seem a little on the skinny side it made me wonder why someone who seemed so sure of themself could be so thin. And … looking closer I noticed a hint of a black scar at the top of her clothes. The rest of her however seemed to hum with something that wasn't quite human.

I looked around the class at everyone's lust filled expression and felt a growl rumble in my throat. It made me jealous. How dare they think of her like that. She wasn't theirs to lust after! But it made the girl whip her head toward me and her eyed widen in fear before being schooled again. It was like she knew what I was! But it was impossible. Not even the two times we had met could she guess what the other humans still had no idea about.

"Alright everyone, this is Hermione Granger-" 'Hermione ! Her name is Hermione. It's such a beautiful name. It suits her. Even if she does look angry. But she's so beautiful. I never knew girls could look like that without being vampires. She is exquisite!´ "-Introduce yourself?"

"um, I used to go to a private boarding school back in Britain. I'm English but the school was in Scotland. I live in Forks alone and that's about it …"

Mr St. Johns nodded his head, accepting the introduction. Ushering her to the only free seat in the entire class.

"Alright Miss Granger. Just take a seat here next to Mr Cullen and we can begin the class."

'Lord save us both'
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