Marrisa Grace Williams

A visitor from Memphis, Tennessee. A rare beauty with hazel eyes and long, brown hair.

Jasper Andrew Whitlock.

The southern gentleman that was wanted by all. The most eligable man in Houston, Texas

They met in a café. Jasper, being the gentleman he is, paid for the Tennessean's coffee. His own way of showing his attraction to her. She dazzled him with a smile, sparkles in her eyes.

"Well, thank you, sir," she smiled.

"My pleasure, ma'am."

Oh, that southern accent made her legs feel like jello.

"Care to sit with me? The least I can do is have coffee with you," she smiled again. Jasper loved seeing that smile.

He nodded, holding out his arm for her. She gladly took it and made their way to a secluded table in the corner of the café.

They spent the whole day together. Talking about their lives, where they came from. Jasper especially loved the stories of Memphis that she shared. He wished that they could do this forever. Although, Marrisa was only staying for two weeks.

They made the most of it. Every day for one week and six days, they spent it together. They had fallen for each other, but neither would admit it to the other.

Until the day she was leaving.

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Marrisa awaited the train that would take her back to Memphis. She glanced toward the clock, sighing. Fifteen minutes. She had said a teary goodbye to Jasper. She brushed her fingers against her lips, where Jasper had stolen a kiss.

She was going to miss him terribly. She had never been so in love before, her heart ached. But she scolded herself, she shouldn't have gotten attached...

The train whistle yanked her out of her thoughts. She stood, grabbing her luggage bag, and made her way to the train.

"Marrisa!"

She spun on her heel, recognizing the voice immediately. Jasper was running to her.

"Jasper? Is something wrong?" She asked, taking in his crazed look and disheveled hair.

He grabbed up her hands in his. "Don't go."

Marrisa blinked. "But, Jasper-"

"I love you. Stay with me," he pleaded.

"Oh, Jasper. I love you, too! But, I can't. There's something that you don't know-"

"Whatever it is, Marrisa. I'll help you through it," he vowed.

She searched his eyes. They held sincerity, love and determination. The train hissed, signaling its departure.

"Miss. Are you boarding?" The conductor asked.

Marrisa looked to the train, then back to Jasper's beautiful face.

"I do-"

"Stay, please," Jasper whispered.

"Miss?" The conductor asked again.

Marrisa looked to the conductor, her decision made. "Not today, sir."

Jasper broke out into a wide grin. Marrisa turned to him again. "I'll stay."

Jasper pulled her into a hug, spinning her around and kissing her passionately.

A month later, they married. It was a beautiful ceremony. All of the family was there. Marrisa was welcomed with open arms into the Whitlock family. They were finally Mr. and Mrs. Whitlock.

It had been nearly a year and a half of marriage. Jasper had announced that he would be enlisting. Marrisa was terrified, but proud. Soon, her husband would be in the Confederate Army. She knew that there was always a possibility that he wouldn't come back, but she just knew that he would. He was strong.

How wrong she was.

A year later, she received a letter. The stamp wasn't the usual army stamp. It wasn't written by Jasper's hand. She ripped it open, her hands shaking.

"Missing in action, presumed dead."

Marrisa dropped to her knees, staring at the letter. Tears fell from her eyes, staining the parchment. A shrill cry erupted, pulling her from her catatonic state. She rushed to the nursery, picking up the six month old girl.

"I'm so sorry, my love. Daddy won't be coming home," Marrisa choked out.

Melody cried more. Marrisa had named her Melody for every sound the baby made was a melody to her mother's ears. A spitting image of Jasper, brown eyes and all. And she would never meet her father.

1866. Melody was about three years old. Walking around and getting into all sorts of trouble. She was already more intelligent than average.

Marrisa could feel the change that happened. The curse that had consumed her family. Marrisa did not age; she has been alive for quite some time. This she kept from Jasper, she was too afraid to tell him.

It was late at night. Melody was sleeping in the nursery. Marrisa was in the study, practicing her abilities. She flicked her wrist, willing the chair to move. It did move slightly. She sighed in frustration, throwing her hands up in the air. Several books from the bookshelf were thrown to the floor.

"Whoops," she said to herself.

There was a sudden crash, like glass and wood. Melody starting screaming. Marrisa ran to the nursery, only to find a woman holding her child. The woman was mexican, dark wavy hair and red eyes.

"No!" Marrisa cried.

She was suddenly shoved to her knees by two assailants, her arms trapped behind her.

"Easy, child," the woman smiled at Marrisa.

"Please, dont hurt her," Marrisa pleaded.

The woman didn't say anything, she just oogled at the crying child.

"Such beauty," the woman whispered.

"Who are you?" Marrisa demanded.

The woman looked up, somewhat annoyed. "My name is Maria."

"What do you want with my daughter?"

"My dear," Maria smiled. "I'm going to kill her."

Before Marrisa could say another word, Maria snapped the child's neck. Quick and painless. Maria did not enjoy killing the baby, but it was imperative that she tied up loose ends. She gently put the dead child back into the bassinet. ***

Marrisa let out an ear-splitting shriek. The sound pierced the air, bringing her two assailants to their knees and gripping their heads in agonizing pain. The ground started to vibrate violently, as if an earthquake was happening. The windows of the house blew out, the wind picked up at dangerous speeds. Maria watched in horror as her two newborn vampires were reduced to ash. In the blink of an eye, they just poofed into ash. Maria was knocked through the wall by an invisible force. She landed miles away from the house.

She stood quickly, looking to the house in horror. Then she ran.

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Marrisa roamed the world for over 100 years. She found herself somewhere in Washington state in 1985. She walked with no purpose down the small highway. The horrific scene still playing in her mind. She tripped and fell. Not even bothering to pick herself back up. She cried again, shoving her face into the dirt.

A police cruiser pulled to the side of the road, a man got out slowly and made his way to her.

"Ma'am?" He called cautiously.

Marrisa sat up lazily. "Hello."

"Are you alright?"

Marrisa shook her head.

"My name is Charlie Swan, I'm the Chief of Police here in Forks." He held out his hand, offering to help her stand.

She took it with grace, mumbling a thank you.

"Do you have a home?"

Home. Marrisa thought of home. She didn't have one. Not anymore.

Marrisa shook her head once again. She started to fidget with her wedding ring. Charlie noticed it.

"Are you married?"

Marrisa swallowed thickly. "I was. He's dead now."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't have any family anymore, Chief Swan. I'm all that's left. My daughter was killed a long time ago. I've just been wandering around ever since."

With those words, Charlie decided to take her in. Marrisa Whitlock soon became Marrisa Swan, and later on, she would be the older sister to little Isabella Swan.

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