Author: Jadelyn Tate
Story: Shattered Glass
Rating: M (just to be safe--it won't get up to NC-17 but I honestly don't know how mature it will get)
Pairings: Um…all canon pairings
Disclaimer: I own no one but Cailey, Skylar, OIiver, and Samantha.
Short summery: Your life can change in an instant; that instant can last forever.
A/N: This focuses mostly on Jasper and his relationship and past with an OC. Also, I adore Alice so no Alice bashing will be done. ;D
Any warnings: Does have an OC as a pretty major character. Also, AU Eclipse/Breaking Dawn. May eventually contain a threesome. Also, I've been writing fanfiction for years but this is my first foray into the Twilight fanfiction fandom. :/

“Hey,” Christine said as she walked into her house. Soft footsteps caught her attention as Skylar came into the room. One of their other roommates, Oliver, was sitting in the living room, typing lightly at the computer. She made a face at his overly bright expression.

“Please don’t tell me you’re looking again!” she grumbled. Oliver grinned sheepishly at her as Skyler snorted.

“You remembered something for the first time in nearly three years,” Skylar pointed out easily, hefting a bag of cooked food onto the couch. “Of course we’re gonna look.”

“It’s a name! We don’t even know if it’s a first or last! For all we know, it could be mine!” Christine protested in exasperation. Oliver sighed.

“It’s not enough, Skylar, like I was trying to tell you,” he told the redhead. “There are LOTS of Jasper’s in the world.”

“Did you remember anything else?” Skylar asked, ignoring Oliver’s eye roll. Christine glared at her.

“Did it occur to you that maybe I don’t want to know?!” she demanded.

“I don’t believe that!” Skylar replied promptly. “You’ve wondered who you used to be ever since we found you!”

“What if I was evil?” she asked stubbornly. Ignoring Skylar’s muttered “not again” she continued. “What if I was turned because I was a bad human?”

“What if you were just a victim like the rest of us?” Skylar shot back. “Or better yet, what if some idiot vamp turned you because he didn’t want to lose someone so good and pure?”

“Then why don’t I remember anything?!” she almost screamed. “If I was so good and pure, why is everything up until the point you found me a big honkin blank?!”

“Girls!” Oliver’s sharp voice broke through the shouting match as the two vampires realized they’d moved so they were face to face, mere inches from each other as they both growled.

“I told you Christine was gonna be pissed,” Samantha, their fourth roommate, said airily as she walked inside and plopped down on the threadbare couch.

“Is that the food?” Christine asked, ignoring the new vampire’s appearance. Skyler nodded, her red eyes not leaving her as Christine gathered the bags and disappeared out the door.

By the time Christine got to the ground floor of the apartment building she and the other three lives in, several of the bags were empty of their contents. Not needing human nourishment but having to keep up appearances, the four went food shopping once a week and then distributed it among the families who could use a little extra. A large box was given once a week to the squatters in the condemned building next door while a few bags were distributed between four single parent households a block over. Occasionally, they’d hear of those in desperate need of monetary help and would give it. The others would get money by mugging (and eating) muggers, rapists, and child molesters but Christine refused to harm any human, regardless of their actions, and so got her paychecks in a different way

With lots of forged documents (including a paper declaring her to be allergic to the sun and thus unable to work during the day) Christine worked as a night nurse in a clinic nearby. Something about the work was oddly soothing and familiar but she’d never been able to figure out why; she’d only been about eighteen when she’d been turned so it was doubtful she’d worked as a nurse when she was a human. She thought maybe her father or mother worked in a hospital and that was why the work was so familiar but she didn’t know for certain.

She’d been found nearly three years beforehand by Skylar. Dehydrated and unable to stand, let alone do anything else, Skylar had been forced to go and get as much blood as possible from a butcher a few blocks away. For a week, Skylar had taken care of her, feeding her pigs blood until she was strong enough to go hunting with them. Stubbornly unwilling to drink a human, they’d agreed to take her out of Manhattan so she could hunt an animal.

In all the time since they’d found her, she’s only drank human blood three times. And all three times she’d seized and thrown it up. As far as they knew, she was the only vampire in existence who was allergic to human blood.

Sadly, that wasn’t the only odd thing about her. She couldn’t remember her life before Skylar found her. Nothing of her human life, or even how she was changed or, even her name! She only went by Christine because she’d been found with a silver necklace with a C pendent.

It was incredibly frustrating. Not to mention terrifying.

Like she’d told Skylar, a lot of the time she didn’t want to know who she was before. Her biggest fear was that she was a horrible person and that’s why she couldn’t remember. The others disagreed, of course. None of them could see her as a bad person, because they were biased. They all thought of her as their annoying and slightly eccentric younger sister which meant they didn’t want to truly think badly of her.

That was why Skylar was so insistent about trying to find her past, to prove she was a good person. Human. Vampire. Whatever.

When Christine had admitted she’d remembered a soft, paternal, male voice exasperatedly saying “Jasper” Skylar had been ecstatic, thinking they finally had something to look with. Unfortunately, like she’d screamed in the apartment, they didn’t know if it was a first or last name or if it was a name at all (though she was fairly certain it was). And there were too many Jasper’s for the name to really be of any use.

Pursing her lips, she handed a small bag of food to one of the homeless men in tent city. Smiling at the gratitude in the man’s face, Christine wondered if she should tell Skylar about what had happened that morning just before she got off work. She’d remembered something new. Or at least, she thought she did. The voice had been different and the inflection had been really annoyed but something told her it was important. All she could make out had been one word between vague mumblings she couldn’t decipher but the word was enough to make her take notice, despite it’s seemingly uselessness.

But really, what the hell did utensils have to do with her old life?

“What was that deary?”

Christine turned to Rachel, one of the homeless women on the street. Rachel was the only person outside of her vampire family who knew about Christine’s amnesia or the fact she and the others were not exactly human. The young woman had spent several hours simply talking with the woman when she made her weekly rounds. And if Rachel got a little bit more than anyone else, who was going to complain? Certainly not Rachel.

“Just mumbling to myself,” she smiled at her, sitting down on one of the crates Rachel called her own. Rachel smiled at her.

“Did you have another fight with Skylar?” she asked knowingly. Christine made a face.

“She’s looking for Jasper again,” she told her and Rachel smiled.

“Skylar just wants to know so she can put your fears to rest,” Rachel told her. “You can’t blame her for that.”

“I don’t care,” Christine replied stubbornly. “It’s my life and I should be the one making these decisions.”

“You remembered something new,” Rachel said suddenly, watching as Christine started in surprise.

“Wha--?” she stared at the human woman for a second before scowling. “How do you always know?”

“You’re as defensive about this now as you were when you remembered Jasper,” she explained. “That’s a big sign.”

“So what did you remember?”

Christine fell off the crate, staring up at her sister in annoyance. “You followed me again?” she demanded and Skylar scowled.

“I have no idea if the Bitca left the city or not,” she pointed out, taking a seat on one of the crates as Rachel simply watched them. “And since you can’t seem to get the hang of sensing others…”

She let the thought go as Christine scowled again. No matter how much she tried, she could never sense other vamps the way Skylar, Oliver, and Samantha could. If she focused, she could usually keep track of the three of them but visitors were harder. And the visitor they’d had the before had really put the other three on edge so she couldn’t really blame Skylar for keeping an eye on her.

The vampire that had visited had known Skylar years before and had approached them for help. Christine hadn’t seen her since the other three didn’t want her to, but they’d told her about the visit. Apparently, Victoria and her mate, James, had pissed off a coven somewhere in Washington state and James had ended up getting killed. Victoria was set on getting revenge and was looking for assistance in killing the mate of the vampire who’d killed her boyfriend.

Skylar had refused, saying it was their own damn fault for going against such a large coven and that they wouldn’t be getting involved unless they had to. Victoria hadn’t taken her refusal very well. Skylar was sending Samantha and Oliver that night to go and speak with the coven, to warn them Victoria was set on revenge. And, according to Oliver, Skylar wanted to know exactly what had happened. She was fairly certain Victoria hadn’t told them everything.

“So, I repeat, what did you remember?” Skylar asked. Christine gave a put upon sigh as she came back to the present.

“Forks,” she mumbled. Skylar and Rachel both frowned.

“Forks?” Skylar asked skeptically. “As in the utensils?”

“And that is why I didn’t say anything,” she muttered. “How the hell is that supposed to help us?”