My name is Jasper Hale. I don't think anyone will read this. If they do, please don't show it to anyone else. I don't know why I'm piecing these papers together. I suppose, because it's important.

Eden wrote the following story at a desk, with a paper and a pencil. She didn't write this story in a dark cave, as she had the other. This is different. When she wrote this; She was content, when no one else of her kind could understand what that even meant. She went through a lot, but somehow she managed to smile.

She had an awfully beautiful smile.

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Emptiness. Stillness. Abhorrence. Sickness. Thirst. Monotony.

I heard something fall down next to me. I slowly, very slowly turned my head around to look at it. The rat's neck was cut open, blood and bones sticking out. Only a few more seconds and it would be cold. "So, it looks like you're finally giving up on animals too?" I heard that voice laugh from the gate above. "Poor little guy," she snickered. "He died for nothing." I sat in silence as I heard her heels click away above me.

Gemma. The vampire who had took away my life. Yes, my life. I wasn't in any life any more. It was just a mannequin of skin and thirst. My eyes betrayed me, and shot over to the rat. Thirst. Instead of my stomach grumbling, or my mouth watering, my eyes flashed and told me to eat it. I savagely pounced upon the poor critter, ripping it apart, feeling the sweet sensation of blood trickle onto my tongue. After feeding; I simply slumped up against the wall once more.

Shiver, Eden. Shiver. It's cold down here. I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. Warm yourself up. You're cold, aren't you? You're underground in a cave. Why do you feel warm? How is that possible? It has to be less than freezing down here.

I twitched in anger. I hate everything. I hated everyone. What was I doing down here? Why didn't Gemma just kill me right then and there? I wish she had. She just loves torture. Torture wasn't too bad, now that I thought about it. It was a way of compromising.

"Three months," I heard Gemma say above me, as I heard her sit down. I didn't bother to look up. I haven't looked at anyone in three months. "That's a really long time, don't you think?" I stayed silent. Gemma did this to me every week; tormented me and told me things I would try to forget about. "I'm surprised your little Cullen friends haven't found you yet. It's not like I left the town or anything. Or maybe they just don't care about you. Or maybe they're dead." Her giggles sent my head twirling. "That would be fun, wouldn't it?"

"I'll kill them if you don't," I spat angrily, kicking a stone on the ground that I had been carving the whole time I was down here.

I knew Gemma was smiling. "You're starting to think like me." She sighed. "I like it. I think that's why I kept you around in the first place. I knew you'd realize how insolent and stupid humans were, and once you did, I knew that you'd be strong and join my side. So, are you ready to come out yet? Try some… tastier cuisine?"

I laughed, cracking my neck. "I won't eat a human."

She frowned and flipped her curly blonde hair. "I don't think that's true, actually. Once you get up here, once I decide to let you out of there, you'll have a whole new nose. Things will attract you." There was a long pause between us. I tried not to listen to what she said next. "You'd probably better stay away from Forks High School. Your friend Danny would probably catch your nose. I doubt you'd want to chew him up."

My mouth suddenly remembered his lips against mine. I growled low in my chest. Stupid boy. What did he know about anything? If I were to come up, I wouldn't care if he died either. Unexpectedly I felt a pain in my chest; where my heart once beat, but I pushed it aside so my anger could take its place.

"What about that Jasper boy?" Gemma whispered in an intense nature. "Do you think about him a lot? That's sort of being a whore, isn't it? I mean, after all, he does have a partner." I snapped my head up finally, looking at her pale, but beautiful face. Somehow it looked more pink, more lively. She'd been feeding, but she looked the same as when she put me down here. "Well, look at that lovely face. Haven't seen that in quite some time."

"Shut up," I snarled, standing up. My joints suddenly felt strong. Her eyes grew wide, if only for a minute in shock. I also hadn't stood up in three months, but it's not like it would affect my bones anyways. "Don't talk about Jasper. Or I'll kill you."

Her thin brow rose, as she pulled her lips back into a malicious smile. "Jasper forgot about you, didn't he?" I clenched my fists. "I thought he really liked you, you know? I guess you were just a burden to him. That's really too bad."

I suddenly heard myself screaming robotically out loud, and I felt my feet spring off from the floor, my body shooting upwards, my head knocking the gate apart, and my feet landing shakily on the floor above me. Gemma stepped back quickly, her eyes showing fear.

"Gemma, you need to learn when to stop talking," I said, smiling and laughing as she pressed herself against a wall, as I inched closer to me. I never felt so strong in my life. "Don't be so certain that you'll live and reign over me. Anyone can die."