Warnings: Rated T for themes and language. I will be using both the movie and books b/c I like parts of both plots. And errors in grammar, spelling, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight anything.

Italicized words = I use them to emphasize, when there is a different language, and when the characters are thinking. If it gets confusing - sorry.

Where am I? Who am I? What am I?

It's cold. Is it?

It's warm? Can't you tell? No.

What is my name? Do you have one?

I want to.

What's that smell? Which one?

There are many. Can't you smell it?

Many? The air, the trees, the flower...the blood.

Blood? Can't you hear as it rushes through the body? The beating of the heart.

I...do? I hear it. Why does it matter? Aren't you thirsty?

Thirsty? Your throat. It aches.

It does. Then drink.

Drink what?

The blood.

Her memories began the day she 'woke up'. She didn't know what day it was or where she was. All she saw was forests for miles and the rays of sun peeking through the canopy.

She stood from her 'prey'. The once red hoodie dress she wore did nothing to hide the bloodstains from her kill. The sneakers she knew were likely white in the beginning were covered in dirt and splattered with blood. The blonde-haired child gazed around in wonder.

She could see the smallest specks through the air and stepped toward the small patch of light in front of her. Slowly, she brought up her hand and was in awe. Her hand! It was sparkling!

Like the glitter of a thousand diamonds, her hand reflected the light. What am I? She pursed her lips and felt as a burning pain grew in her throat again. Faster than she knew, she turned around and hissed. Why? Why does my throat hurt? She looked at her kill. Blood. Do I need more blood?

Her long light blonde curls hid her distraught expression. Why? What happened to me? Who am I?

She couldn't wait anymore and sprinted off till she found the next beating heart. Her next prey.

Finally sated, she jumped up to a position high in the trees. Apparently, she could jump and run super high. Could others jump like her? Were others as fast as her? She didn't know.

Without the bloodlust dulling her other senses, she noticed the smell of a flower. Subtle and relaxing. She looked down and realized the golden pendant she wore held a dried flower inside of it. Jasmine.

Is that my name? She figured that at least now she could be called something. Jasmine. It felt right to the lost girl.

And so she lived as Jasmine. A lost soul who didn't know where, who, or what she was. She traveled through the forests, embraced the fresh scents, and fed her thirst when necessary.

Days past until she stumbled into a clearing smelling of ash, blood, and the disgusting scent of wet dog. She walked the perimeter of the area then followed the blood to its strongest location. Why did it smell so different than what she's smelled before?

"Hello?"

She fell into a crouch. Who was that? It was the first time she'd heard another voice. With the crunching of dead grass, she turned around and was faced with a man who looked as pale as she did.

"What is your name, child?" She's so young. Spoke the fair-haired man. Said child's eyes jumped erratically from the surrounding forests to the stranger.

Is she a survivor from Victoria's army? She's a newborn. How old is she? Where did she come from? Who's her creator? She looks like an angel, like my Rosie. Edward, what is she thinking?

Edward? "Who's there? Who's Edward? Is that you?" She began backing up. More voices. Where are they all coming from?

"Please calm down. No one here will hurt you. My name is Carlisle. I am the leader of the Olympic Coven. We have a permanent residence around here."

"Then who's Edward?"

"I'm Edward." Another joined the clearing. At least one she could see. "It's nice to meet you…"

"Jasmine. My, my name is Jasmine." I think.

"Why are you here, Jasmine? Are you lost? Where is your creator?" Her attention was brought back to the leader.

"Creator? What creator?" She remembered waking up alone in the forest. Her thirst, her questions, and her travels till this moment.

"Carlisle, she doesn't remember anything. She woke up alone." She doesn't even know what she is, said the bronze-haired teen.

"What I am? Wh-what am I? Do you know?" She begged. Finally, she could have answers and maybe she'd remember her past. Before the forest. Before the blood.

"She's reading my mind too. She's reading all our minds."

What? She hadn't come out of her crouch. The apprehension intensified with the reveal of her apparent abilities.

"She knows you're in the forest Jasper, Emmett. Come out. It may help calm her down."

A large burly dark-haired man stepped out of the forest. Following behind him was another honey blonde, slimmer than the other but infinitely more intimidating to the young newborn. Scars of teeth and cracks could be seen in places not covered by his clothes. She felt their curiosity and wariness as they approached and acted in kind by taking a slight step back.

"These are my sons - Edward, Jasper, and Emmett." The two just introduced nodded when addressed. The darker haired son giving the frightened girl a wide grin in hopes of lightening the atmosphere a bit. They don't look alike, she thought as she observed the four before her. Except for their skin and eyes.

"We're adopted," Jasper informed after feeling her disbelief with his gift.

Oh. That makes sense. I think. Perhaps it was the fact that there were no more anomalies hidden in the trees or that these men didn't seem to be bad that made her feel calmer in their presence.

"You don't know what you are now, Jasmine, correct?" questioned Carlisle.

She shook her head.

"You, just like us, are a vampire."

"A vampire?"

"Yes."

She swallowed unnecessarily. "Was I born a vampire?"

"No. Vampires are turned, not born. All of us were once human. Another vampire had to have changed you." The man looked sad as he stared at her. Pity, she thought was what she saw in his eyes.

"Do you remember when you were human?"

"I do. As well as most of my family. But during the change, sometimes memories are harder to find."

"I don't remember anything. I don't know who changed me. I just woke up," her words were spoken in a whisper easily heard by the others' advanced hearing.

"We're stronger than humans. Faster, almost unbreakable, with keen senses."

"Are my eyes also yellow? Like yours?"

At this they paused. "Our eyes are yellow because of the diet we've stuck to for quite some time."

"Diet? You mean blood, right?"

"Yes," he was unsure how to question the young newborn, "All vampires require blood to survive."

"If you're a vampire and I'm a vampire and we have the same diet then why aren't my eyes yellow? What color are they?"

"They're...red."

The honey blond stepped forward, now the closest to her. His muscles tensed and ready to spring if necessary. "Have you hunted recently? In the area?"

"Yes?" She didn't know why they stiffened at her admission. "Why? Didn't you say you need blood too? What's wrong?"

"Do you remember what they looked like? Where you found them or left the body?"

She was confused. Why did she have to remember what her prey looked like? She would just drink her fill then leave.

The bronze spoke up again, "Humans don't know about vampires and we try to keep it that way. Your hunting may have to lead to missing person reports and we need to be prepared to either cover up the scene or move from the area."

"You were the first people I've ever come across. I've never run into a human."

"Then what did you hunt?"

"Animals," She eyed the four in confusion. "Doesn't everyone?"

I couldn't help myself when this idea came to mind. I was considering a Marcus/OC or a Jasper/OC but then was like, "What if the newborn was a young girl? And what if that girl was Alec Volturi's love interest?" So then this happened.

Little planning was done for this. I have an idea of who turned Jasmine, her parent figures, her personality, her looks, and her gift(s), but plot is eh right now. I've written the moment she was changed, however, so I hope I get a point where it can be added or just add the section and leave it as a short story. We'll see peeps.

I hope you enjoyed this little sneak peek idea of mine.

Review! (^u^)/

updated: 5/13/20