Violet-
I tugged on my black suitcase, getting off the long bus. "Are you sure this is where you're going?" the driver asked, her large eyes worried, and her red hair tangled and messy.

I nodded. "Thank you for going out of your way to get me here. You didn't have to do that." I said, grateful. Straying from her route just to get me hear. The large woman was very kind. She smiled. "I couldn't let you walk from the airport all the way here, it's not safe. Well, hope you find what you're looking for." I waved as she drove off.

I sighed and walked into town. Passing restaurants and clothing stores, there wasn't much in the small town. It was homey, in a way.

It was extremely green, though. No matter where you looked, you couldn't escape it. I kinda liked it. It was overcast and cold, my favorite weather.

My ripped, distressed, stonewashed, skinny blue jeans were tucked inside my black ugg boots. I had an old AC/DC faded band tee, with a hooded zip up jacket over it. My snow white hair was short and spiked out at the back, I remembered cutting it with my pocket knife in the dim light of the smoke filled hotel room.

I sighed at the memory and continued walking through town. I had no idea where my great grandfather was. I didn't know where to go.

There was a brick building about 100 feet from where I was standing, cop cars lining the parking lot. That had to be the police station.

I jogged across the street and into the parking lot. Maneuvering my way through the cars, I finally got to the door. I walked up the brick stairs and pushed open the glass door.

The walls were light blue, and newspapers, fliers and sticky notes covered the walls. A lean man with a shaved head sitting at a desk covered in papers looked up and smiled.

"Can I help you?" he asked nicely. "I'm looking for Jasper Hale." I said. His eyes flashed with curiosity. "Dr. Cullen's foster kid? Yeah, I know him." he said, leaning back in his chair.

My face lit up. "Could you point me in the direction of his house?" I asked. He chuckled. "On foot? It's a long way from here. Want a ride?" He stood up. I smiled. "Yes, please. Thank you."

"I'm Officer Clark, by the way." He said, extending a hand. I shook it firmly. "Violet." I stated. He smiled and led me outside into the parking lot. I wondered how he could tell which car was his, there were so many of them, all completely identical. He stopped at one, and unlocked the doors.

I climbed into the passenger seat and clicked the buckle in. He started the engine and pulled out onto the rode.

"So, what you lookin' for Hale for?" he asked, his eyes on the rode. "Oh, I'm a relative." I stated. He raised an eyebrow. "I thought the Hale kids were all alone." The Hale kids? As in plural? There was two of them?

"Oh, I'm a long lost relative." I stated, partially telling the truth. He nodded, taking it all in. He was the long last relative, though.

I wondered what he was. I mean, he just disappeared out of the blue, and then suddenly someone with the same name and same face appears in this small town? Coincidence? I think not!

He turned into a driveway I hadn't seen at first, because it hadn't been almost completely hidden my trees. We drove down the long and twisting driveway, going deeper into the woods.

We pulled into a meadow with a large, white house that looked like it had been built centuries ago. I gasped in awe.

He stopped the car. "It doesn't look like they're home. Stay here, I'm gonna go check." I nodded as he climbed out of the car and jogged to the door.

He rang the doorbell. No answer. He tried again. No answer.

He jogged back into the car and got in, biting his lip. "Where are they? What am I gonna do until they get back?" I asked. "Um... Lemme call the Chief. He'll know where you can go until they get home." he said.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. I watched and waited. I could hear the phone ring on the other end, before a scruffy voice said "Hello?" Officer Clark glanced at me. "Charlie? Hey, it's Clark." he said into the phone.

"Oh, hey Clark! What's up?" the voice on the other line said. "Well, earlier a girl named Violet came to the station looking for Jasper Hale. I brought her to the Cullens' place, but they aren't home. I wanted to know where I should take her until they get home."

There was a pause on the other line, like he was thinking about it. "Bring her over here, I know where she can go. Bella will take her there." the man finally said.

Clark nodded. "Got it. Be right there." and he hung up. He drove back to the rode, a little faster this time.

"You'll like Charlie. He has a daughter, about 17." he said, keeping his eyes on the rode. I nodded. It didn't take long to get to the small farm house.

He stopped in front of the driveway and let me out. "Hope everything works out for ya!" he said. I smiled at him and shut the door, and he drove off.

I walked down the driveway and up to the door, pulling my suitcase behind me. I rang the door bell and waited.

A pale girl will shoulder length brown hair answered the door. She had her mouth opened, as if she was about to say something, as if she expected me to be someone else. She caught herself, realizing it was me, not who she thought it was.

"Umm..." she said, confused. I heard a voice coming from behind her. "OH! That's that girl Clark called me about!" He jogged up to the door with a smile, wrinkles appearing near his eyes.

He had curly brown hair and brown eyes, like the girl. It was obvious he was her dad.

"Mr. Charlie?" I asked. He nodded and extended a hand. I shook it. "You must be Violet." I nodded. "This is my daughter, Bella. She's gonna take you somewhere you can stay until the Cullens get back."

I smiled at her, and she slightly smiled back. "Come on in." Mr. Charlie said, turning on his heel. Bella followed after him, her arms crossed across her chest.

I walked in, wiping my wet shoes off on the mat. I shut the door and walked down the small hall. Bella bounded up the stairs, probably going to her room. I walked into the living room.
"You want something to eat or drink?" he asked, nicely. I shook my head. "No thanks." I said, quietly.
He was watching a baseball game, which wasn't in my interest. I wandered up the stairs, exploring the house. I knocked on the shut door, that was obviously Bella's room.
"Yes?" she called from the other side. "Um... It's Violet." I said, awkwardly. I heard footsteps and the door opened.

"Yeah?" she asked, thinking I needed something. "Mr. Charlie is watching a baseball game, and I don't watch baseball. I was wondering if I could hand out up here with you until we leave." I explained.

She thought about it, then shrugged. "Sure, come on in." she said, wandering back to her bed. I walked in. The walls were light blue, and the ceiling was peaked. There were yellowed lace curtains around the window that looked over the yard. There was a desk by the far wall, and a rocking chair in the corner.
"You have a nice room." I murmured. She smiled at me. "Thanks." I smiled back. It was so homey here.
"I like Forks." I said, mostly to myself. Bella looked up. "What about it do you like?" she asked, closing her book.
I shrugged. "Everything, really. As crazy as it is, I love the weather here. I like the rain, and I like it cold, and overcast. So that fits me. I like how to town is so small. It makes me feel safe. It's one of those places you can easily know everyone and be friends with them. And everyone is just so friendly here. It's not like Atlanta, I can tell you that." I said.

She was silent for a second, thinking about what I had said. "You're from Atlanta?" she asked. I nodded, turning to look at her.

"Yeah. Have you ever been?" She looked at her hands and played with her fingers. "What? Oh, no. I haven't- I've never been." she mumbled quietly, babbling a little.

"You should go someday. It's really fun. It's a big city- lots of things to do and places to see." I stated with a sigh, looking out the window again.
She opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped by the high pitched sound of a song. She reached for her bedside table and flipped open her phone.
"Hello?... Ready for me to bring her?... Okay, see you soon." she slapped the phone shut. "That was them, let's go." she said, standing up. Them?

I followed her down the stairs. I grabbed my suitcase and went to the front door. "I'm bringing Violet to Jake's!" she called to her dad. "Okay!" he replied, and with that we were out the door.

She lead me to a old red ford pickup. I climbed in. The seats smelled faintly of tabacco and peppermint. And more strongly of something else... I took another wiff.
What was that smell?

"You actually came at a pretty bad time." she said, turning the key, the engine roaring to life. I jumped at the sound, the engine being louder then I had expected. She chuckled. I flushed light pink.

"How so?" I asked, not looking her in the eye, embarassed. "They left to go camping for the weekend this afternoon." she stated, pulling out of the driveway.

I sighed. Dangit, I had to wait all weekend until I could see him.

She drove down the road. "Where am I gonna stay until they get back?" I asked, turning my violet eyes on her. I was named Violet for a reason. She smiled a little.

Bella-
"I'm taking you to La Push. There are some guys I know that are willing to take care of you." I said. Willing was an understatement.

At first they didn't want anything to do with her, not wanting to get involved with a vampire's family member, but then they realized that she was a so called 'vulnerable' little girl.

Then they immediately changed their minds, deciding that she had no idea what she was doing, so they were gonna try to get her not to continue her search for Jasper. To keep her 'safe.'

In my point of view, she would be perfectly safe with the Cullens. The only problem would be that she would always be with Jasper, the one that had trouble with blood because he was so new.

She looked young, so she probably still played a lot. So, if she came inside looking for a band-aid after she fell, who knows what could happen.

I shook my head. No, they wouldn't let that happen.

I could obviously tell why she came looking for Jasper, though. Just looking at her I could tell she was related to him. The same facial features, and the same type of figure. Lean. I wondered if Jasper's eyes were that color when he was human...

I was a little afraid the wolves might tell her though. Telling the secret to a young girl that was related to a vampire without a second thought. I could see them doing that.

Well, I trusted them. They won't do anything rash. Well... they better not. I just need them to watch her.

"Who are the guys that are gonna watch me?" she asked, still looking at me. I smiled at the question. "Well, one is my best friend Jacob." I said. "And then a few of his friends." She smiled. "Okay." she said, satisfied with my answer.

I pulled into Jacob's driveway. "Here we are." I said.

Violet-
It was a small house, tiny and red. I smiled. It was cute.

Bella cut the engine and climbed out the car, I followed. It was harder to pull my suitcase across the gravel the it was in the dirt or concrete, but I didn't complain. "JAKE!" Bella called, wandering around looking for the boy.

A tall, muscular, tan, shirtless boy ran up from behind the house. He had tan skin and black, short hair. He was wearing nothing but some cut-off jean shorts.

I raised an eyebrow as he locked Bella into a giant bear hug.

Jacob-
"Sup Bells?" I asked, releasing her from the hug. She blushed and I laughed. She hadn't come down in a while. It was nice to see her again.

She gestured towards the girl next to her. She had short, spikey, choppy, snow white hair. Like someone just took a knife and sliced it right off. Her eyes were violet.

"This is Violet. The one we need you to watch." Bella said. Violet smiled at me. I smiled back. "Nice to meet you Violet, I'm Jake." I said, politely. I extended a hand out and she shook it.

Bells checked her watch. "I gotta get home, I have a huge essay due soon and I haven't even started." she said. I nodded. "Got it. Later, Bells!" Bella hopped in her car and drove away. I waved bye.

"Come on, Violet." I said. I turned on my heel and started walking. I felt something small grab my hand. I looked down to see she had grabbed it. "Where are we going, now?" she said, looking up at me.
She looked so innocent. I smiled at her. "You'll see." I said. I walked slowly so she didn't have to rush to keep up.

"So, Violet, how old are you?" I asked, not able to tell myself. "I'm 11." she said, pulling her suitcase behind her. "Why did you come to Forks?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

"I'm here to find my great grandfather, Jasper. I have no one else to go to, and I refuse to go to an orphanage." she stated, not showing much emotion.
I felt a slight ping of pity for her. "So, your parents...?"
"Are dead."
I nodded, curious about what happened but not wanting to ask, afraid I might upset her. I took her suitcase and threw it in my window at the back of the house. She raised an eyebrow at me. "Get on my back." I said. "Why?" she asked. "Just do it." I replied.

She shrugged and hopped on, a smile on her face. "You're tall." she said. I chuckled. "I know." I said. I ran into the woods, her screaming on my back from the speed.

I came to a stop at the edge of the trees. I walked out into the clearing, up to Emily's house. Violet hopped off my back, giggling like crazy. "That. Was. AWESOME!" she exclaimed. I chuckled.

The door opened, Sam standing there laughing. "We could hear you a mile away." he chuckled. I laughed and lightly punched his arm.

I heard a light and quiet sneeze and turned. Violet looked at me, wide eyed. "Sorry." she said, quickly. Sam and I looked at each other and started laughing.

"That's not a sneeze! That's like a bunny sneeze!" Sam laughed. Violet smiled at him. I collected myself and said "Violet, Sam. Sam, Violet." He highfived her. "Nice to meet you." he said. "You too." She said.

"Come on in and meet everyone else." he said, waving us in. I walked in, Violet at my heels.

One by one she met everyone, fist bumping or high fiving all the pack members. She seemed pretty happy.

Seth
I walked through the door and yelled "I'M BACK!" I heard the pack chuckling in the other room. "Just in time, Seth! Violet's here!" Paul called. The girl we're watching? The one that's related to Jasper? Cool!

I walked in the room and said "Ello!" She turned around and we locked eyes. She smiled at me.

Everything inside me came undone as I stared in the violet eyes of the girl. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was – my sadness for my father that died, my love for my mother and sister, my loyalty to my pack, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self – disconnected from me that second – snip, snip, snip – and floated up into space.

I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was.

Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cables all tying me to one thing – to the very center of the universe.

I could see that now – how the universe swirled around this one point. I'd never seen the symmetry of the universe before, but now it was plain.

The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood.

It was the purple eyed girl that was related to a vampire.

Violet.