JPOV (Jack): (So Awesome!)

Mother had told me that I was a pawn in a game of tag, and that my time was going to end soon when I was a little kid. Little did she know, she was right. I was twenty-three when it happened. Nineteen twenty-one, the year of some science breakthroughs, was what happened to be the worst year of my existence. Partially, because they spirit reader, Bella, wasn't born back then, but also because that was the year mother's prophecy came true.

Most thought that everyone was perfect back then - great uses, simple things, but in reality, it was horrible. We were poverty stricken in Maine, and my family was dieing slowly from starvation. I'd left a month before Father died of a unknown disease, and two weeks after Mother had gone. I was a street wanderer, a rogue. I'd wandered over a hundred miles before a man had found me, he had gold eyes, said that I was a horrible man, and then attacked me. I never knew what was coming, because the next thing i knew, I was across the United States in Cold Oaks. Of course, it wasn't a ghost town when I got there. It was lively with people. Until the yellow eyed man started adding more there.

We were dead, and yet, alive? It made little to no sense to me. That was, until Brother Adam's ghost stories came to me. He had said that ghosts were soldiers of the earth, and maybe, a higher power. I hadn't believed him when he told me that, but when I realized that was what I was now, it was all over for me. My hope was gone.

Until a mere eighty-eight years later, a strong driven female wandered upon me, sheer accident. In her eyes, I could see strength, and fears, and a tinge of sadness. She was alone then, but when I stood from the boundary line, and tried to speak with her, the wrong things developed in my mouth, and I ruined the chance of freedom. She took off running, yelling for me to leave her alone, to let her be.

That was also when she found a group of people, and I started trying to ignore them. I kept my distance for awhile, until I saw the girl, Bella?, I believe her name was, alone. Apparating next to her, I spoke, hoping she could hear me. "Bella?" I called, my voice throaty from not being used in quite awhile.

She looked to me, about to jump and run, but stopped. "Jack. I know how you died, I'm sorry. I am. I know the others here - except Anima - aren't the nicest to meet. And the yellow eyes, he did wrong. You were a good man." she murmured, a few tears streaming into her tear ducts. I smiled, that was what I needed to hear. Anima, the ghost she spoke of, was my girlfriend before I was murdered. She had been killed in a similar way, but by a black eyed woman, a year before me. I'd missed her dearly, until we met up here, in Cold Oaks.

"It's fine, Bella. I promise. I'm fine now. I'm reunited here with my lover, and I have everything I need. But, uh, I seem attached to you. Like we were meant. I want to be your ghosty messenger. Will you allow me?" I asked. I was afraid that she would decline my offer, and tell me to leave her alone again, to begone. But, surprisingly, she agreed, and sent me to find her older brother.

As I was leaving towards the town's edge, headlights streamed through my body, as a black vehicle pulled up. That must be her older brother, I guessed, as a man got out, his brows shooting up. I internally shrugged, and pointed towards the town, but more importantly, the shack. Their reunion was short, but very happy. I was happy for them too, they deserved this, truthfully.

Awhile later, after the happy reunion, I was blocked out with salt, until Bella smudged it away in a area, letting me have entrance. She was a savior, really. Anima, also, was granted entrance, and then the salt circle was repaired, and the scheming began. After all of this, it was quick, and emotional. It's hard to explain it all, truly, is.

Then, we were out of there, just out, like any other time. Anima and I, and the others, of course. They just weren't cool enough like me, though. Well, Bella was, but hey, different matter right there, folks. When we were good and settled in a motel room awhile after the Cold Oaks business, Bella tried sending me out for a message to the Cullen family. I looked at her like she was a brick wall.

And then, Bella wanted us ghosts to clean the motel room. Lazy girl! Her father had said the same thing, but really, spooking Dean when he walked in was wonderful, and when the Winchester wrestling match broke out, I was even more thrilled. It was a great time.