This chapter will probably go under some changes later, depending on how the story progresses. I was just trying to get a good opening for the story going, and I don't think I did a very good job but.. I hope you like it. Please bare with me through some not-so-good chapters before they improve.

Disclaimer: I do not own soul screamers.

-They didn't save Kaylee. She died and did not come back. This is 16 years later when the Bean Sidhe brothers find her soul again this time in 16 year old Jasmine Road. Will be looking for a co-writer if anyone is interested, and just read and review. First chapter coming soon. spoilers from If I die. Let me know what you think she should look like. I was going to let her keep her same eyes, with black-brown hair, pale skin, tallish, and slightly curvy, or do you think she should look almost the same as Kaylee? Hmmm…. But I want people to get a say in it. So… yeah. Let me know. Soul Screamers belongs to Rachel Vincent.-


I felt the tears sting my eyes as I looked at my mother and stepfathers graves in front of me, my best friend Jade at my side. I took a deep, shuddering breath, as I turned away, refusing to cry in front of these people. Later I would sneak back out here, but right now? I wouldn't cry. These people here had no clue how to deal with me when they thought I was in 'shock' how would they deal with me if I started to cry? The fact is they wouldn't. They wouldn't know what to say, they wouldn't know how to deal with it. So I would let them think I was as okay as I could fake and express my true feelings later.

Jade gave me an ironic half smile, knowing me well enough to know what I was doing, and silently telling me with her eyes she would be there for me. I returned her look with a grateful one of my own before I walked off quietly.

People watched me leave, but no one stopped me. Anyone here who knew who I was knew better than to try to fight my logic, and those who knew what I was didn't want to. Or, to phrase better, what I could do. I had no clue what I was, and those who weren't 'human' had no clue what I was either. Jade, a half bean sidhe , was the only one who had seen the existent of my powers. My abilities weren't as obvious as hers were, but if I wasn't careful the effects could be bad. I controlled, to an existent, fire and wind. No one but Jade knew how powerful I truly was, and no one really wanted to.

I walked into a small wooded area, letting a few tears escape before a voice caught me off guard.

"Kay" it was so soft I barley heard it, but I turned to see a tall, muscular man standing a few feet away from me. He looked at me with a mixture of longing and wonder, as he pushed a strand of dark brown hair from his green-brown eyes.

"Who?" I asked taking a step back, unsure how to react to this person. He didn't look much older than me, no older than twenty, but that didn't mean anything in the world I lived in. he could be a hundred for all I knew.

"It's you Kaylee." He said, taking a step towards me, as I scrambled back. "you look so different but it's really you."

"Okay, first of all, my name is Jasmine. Second, who the hell is Kaylee? And third who the fuck are you?" I asked anger pouring out of me and I felt my body heat up, the light change in the wind as whipped delicately around me, giving me strength with its presents.

He looked so hurt I might have felt bad if he wasn't acting so damn crazy. Who the hell was this guy?

"You don't… You don't remember me? It's Nash." When that got no reaction out of me he continued of frantically. "Nash Hudson. I knew you before you were Jasmine, when you used to be my Kaylee Cavanaugh. We were so perfect for each other, Kay." He said grabbing my arm before I could pull back. His had was so cold, something about that felt familiar, but I refused to acknowledge what he was saying. I glared angrily up at him for a half second, before I called up fire letting it burn his hand.

"You are crazy." I said taking a few steps back when he removed his hand in pain. "You don't touch me, and you don't come up to someone you don't know and try to sell them idiotic stories. I have enough to deal with, without adding crazy obsessed lunatic to the list." I said, turning angrily away before he could say anything, walking all the way back to the funeral. But no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, I felt Nash's eyes on me the entire time, watching me, hidden in the patch of trees.

Let me know what you think! Next chapter hopefully coming soon. I will also (hopefully) have my awesome friend/soon-to-be-co writer helping out with the story. If you have anyways I might be able to better the story, do not hesitate to tell me. thank you so much.