right； that has to be it。 Well； that changes everything。”
I wasn’t the only one who stared at him in confusion； but I might have been the only one who didn’t look
slightly annoyed。
“I think you’d better explain to the others；” Edward said to Jasper。 “What could be the purpose of this？”
Edward started to pace； staring at the floor； lost in thought。
I hadn’t seen her get up； but Alice was there beside me。 “What is he rambling about？” she asked Jasper。
“What are you thinking？”
Jasper didn’t seem to enjoy the spotlight。 He hesitated； reading every face in the circle — for everyone
had moved in to hear what he would say — and then his eyes paused on my face。
“You’re confused；” he said to me； his deep voice very quiet。
There was no question in his assumption。 Jasper knew what I was feeling； what everyone was feeling。
“We’re all confused；” Emmett grumbled。
“You can afford the time to be patient；” Jasper told him。 “Bella should understand this； too。 She’s one of
us now。”
His words took me by surprise。 As little as I’d had to do with Jasper； especially since my last birthday
when he’d tried to kill me； I hadn’t realize that he thought of me that way。
“How much do you know about me； Bella？” Jasper asked。
Emmett sighed theatrically； and plopped down on the couch to wait with exaggerated impatience。
“Not much；” I admitted。
Jasper stared at Edward； who looked up to meet his gaze。
“No；” Edward answered his thought。 “I’m sure you can understand why I haven’t told her that story。 But I
suppose she needs to hear it now。”
Jasper nodded thoughtfully； and then started to roll up the arm of his ivory sweater。
I watched； curious and confused； trying to figure out what he was doing。 He held his wrist under the edge
of the lampshade beside him； close to the light of the naked bulb； and traced his finger across a raised crescent
mark on the pale skin。
It took me a minute to understand why the shape looked strangely familiar。
“Oh；” I breathed as realization hit。 “Jasper； you have a scar exactly like mine。”
I held out my hand； the silvery crescent more prominent against my cream skin than against his alabaster。
Jasper smiled faintly。 “I have a lot of scars like yours； Bella。”
Jasper’s face was unreadable as he pushed the sleeve of his thin sweater higher up his arm。 At first my
eyes could not make sense of the texture that was layered thickly across the skin。 Curved halfmoons
crisscrossed in a feathery pattern that was only visible； white on white as it was； because the bright glow of the
lamp beside him threw the slightly raised design into relief； with shallow shadows outlining the shapes。 And
then I grasped that the pattern was made of individual crescents like the one on his wrist 。 。 。 the one on my
hand。
I looked back at my own small； solitary scar — and remembered how I’d received it。 I stared at the
shape of James’s teeth； embossed forever on my skin。
And then I gasped； staring up at him。 “Jasper； what happened to you？”
13。 NEWBORN
“THE SAME THING THAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAND；” Jasper answered in a quiet voice。 “Repeated a thousand
times。” He laughed a little ruefully and brushed at his arm。 “Our venom is the only thing that leaves a scar。”
“Why？” I breathed in horror； feeling rude but unable to stop staring at his subtly ravaged skin。
“I didn’t have quite the same 。 。 。 upbringing as my adopted siblings here。 My beginning was something
else entirely。” His voice turned hard as he finished。
I gaped at him； appalled。
“Before I tell you my story；” Jasper said； “you must understand that there are places in our world； Bella；
where the life span of the neveraging is measured in weeks； and not centuries。”
The others had heard this before。 Carlisle and Emmett turned their attention to the TV again。 Alice moved
silently to sit at Esme’s feet。 But Edward was just as absorbed as I was； I could feel his eyes on my face；
reading every flicker of emotion。
“To really understand why； you have to look at the world from a different perspective。 You have to
imagine the way it looks to the powerful； the greedy 。 。 。 the perpetually thirsty。
“You see； there are places in this world that are more desirable to us than others。 Places where we can be
less restrained； and still avoid detection。
“Picture； for instance； a map of the western hemisphere。 Picture on it every human life as a small red dot。
The thicker the red； the more easily we — well； those who exist this way — can feed without attracting
notice。”
I shuddered at the image in my head； at the word feed。 But Jasper wasn’t worried about frightening me；
not overprotective like Edward always was。 He went on without a pause。
“Not that the covens in the South care much for what the humans notice or do not。 It’s the Volturi that
keep them in check。 They are the only ones the southern covens fear。 If not for the Volturi； the rest of us
would be quickly exposed。”
I frowned at the way he pronounced the name — with respect； almost gratitude。 The idea of the Volturi as
the good guys in any sense was hard to accept。
“The North is； by parison； very civilized。 Mostly we are nomads here who enjoy the day as well as
the night； who allow humans to interact with us unsuspectingly — anonymity is important to us all。
“It’s a different world in the South。 The immortals there e out only at night。 They spend the day
plotting their next move； or anticipating their enemy’s。 Because it has been war in the South； constant war for
centuries； with never one moment of truce。 The covens there barely note the existence of humans； except as
soldiers notice a herd of cows by the wayside — food for the taking。 They only hide from the notice of the
herd because of the Volturi。”
“But what are they fighting for？” I asked。
Jasper smiled。 “Remember the map with the red dots？”
He waited； so I nodded。
“They fight for control of the thickest red。
“You see； it occurred to someone once that； if he were the only vampire in； let’s say Mexico City； well
then； he could feed every night； twice； three times； and no one would ever notice。 He plotted ways to get rid
of the petition。
“Others had the same idea。 Some came up with more effective tactics than others。
“But the most effective tactic was invented by a fairly young vampire named Benito。 The first anyone ever
heard of him； he came down from somewhere north of Dallas and massacred the two small covens that shared
the area near Houston。 Two nights later； he took on the much stronger clan of allies that claimed Monterrey in
northern Mexico。 Again； he won。”
“How did he win？” I asked with wary curiosity。
“Benito had created an army of newborn vampires。 He was the first one to think of it； and； in the
beginning； he was unstoppable。 Very young vampires are volatile； wild； and almost impossible to control。 One
newborn can be reasoned with； taught to restrain himself； but ten； fifteen together are a nightmare。 They’ll turn
on each other as easily as on the enemy you point them at。 Benito had to keep making more as they fought
amongst themselves； and as the covens he decimated took more than half his force down before they lost。
“You see； though newborns are dangerous； they are still possible to defeat if you know what you’re doing。
They’re incredibly powerful physically； for the first year or so； and if they’re allowed to bring strength to bear
they can crush an older vampire with ease。 But they are slaves to their instincts； and thus predictable。 Usually；
they have no skill in fighting； only muscle and ferocity。 And in this case； overwhelming numbers。”
“The vampires in southern Mexico realized what was ing for them； and they did the only thing they
could think of to counteract Benito。 They made armies of their own。 。 。 。
“All hell broke loose — and I mean that more literally than you can possibly imagine。 We immortals have
our histories； too； and this particular war will never be forgotten。 Of course； it was not a good time to be
human in Mexico； either。”
I shuddered。
“When the body count reached epidemic proportions — in fact； your histories blame a disease for the
population slump — the Volturi finally stepped in。 The entire guard came together and sought out every
newborn in the bottom half of North America。 Benito was entrenched in Puebla； building his army as quickly
as he could in order to take on the prize — Mexico City。 The Volturi started with him； and then moved on to
the rest。
“Anyone who was found with the newborns was executed immediately； and； since everyone was trying to
protect themselves from Benito； Mexico was emptied of vampires for a time。
“The Volturi were cleaning house for almost a year。 This was another chapter of our history that will
always be remembered； though there were very few witnesses left to speak of what it was like。 I spoke to
someone once who had； from a distance； watched what happened when they visited Culiacán。”
Jasper shuddered。 I realized that I had never before seen him either afraid or horrified。 This was a first。
“It was enough that the fever for conquest did not spread from the South。 The rest of the world stayed
sane。 We owe the Volturi for our present way of life。
“But when the Volturi went back to Italy； the survivors were quick to stake their claims in the South。
“It didn’t take long before covens began to dispute again。 There was a lot of bad blood； if you’ll forgive
the expression。 Vendettas abounded。 The idea of newborns was already there； and some were not able to
resist。 However； the Volturi had not been forgotten； and the southern covens were more careful this time。 The
newborns were selected from the human pool with more care； and given more training。 They were used
circumspectly； and the humans remained； for the most part； oblivious。 Their creators gave the Volturi no
reason to return。
“The wars resumed； but on a smaller scale。 Every now and then； someone would go too far； speculation
would begin in the human newspapers； and the Volturi would return and clean out the city。 But they let the
others； the