The Lone Angel (A Story about Jasper Hale -Not Twilight-)

The cold didn't affect him; the cold never did affect him.
This was mainly because his skin was as cold as death; as freezing as an icicle on the frostiest of winter days. His heart was still. He was no longer living.
Except he was so very much alive.
Well no, he didn't breathe, didn't sleep, and no blood coursed through his veins; what he could do however, was walk with grace like no other; run with speed inhumanly possible; talk with such wisdom and think with such clarity that he was ten times the man that any human could ever be. But even then, the vampire felt empty inside.
Jasper had a loving, sincere and passionate personality, but the chill sent from his body, the frost-like touch to his skin, failed to express his longing for a friend, a family, someone to love.
Jasper was finally cast out of the Cullen household when his thirst for blood overcame him for the first time since his incident with Bella almost fifteen years ago. This time though, it was fatal. A seriously injured middle aged man had stumbled across their domain, looking for help as blood gushed out of a wound in his stomach. Carlisle was adjusted to such things whilst Edward managed to distract the thought of the blood from Emmett's mind. Jasper however, could not resist the blood lust and charged at the man, picking Edward up by the neck and slamming him to the ground when Edward tried to prevent it.
By the time the other Cullen's had managed to drag Jasper from the man, it was clear that he was already dead. Jasper looked down at the body in shock, wiped the blood from his mouth and glanced around at his fellow vampires. It was Edward who grabbed him by the shoulders, yelling at him in frustration. Emmett shook Jasper whilst Rosalie whined about what Jasper had done. Jasper felt more isolated and unsettled by the second, and his foul mood only seemed to make theirs fouler because of his emotional control. Jasper lashed out at the person closest to him, but he was distraught when he realised he had scratched,his innocent, dear Alice across the face whilst she had been trying to separate the squabbling boys. Alice had not foreseen any of these events as Jacob had been round to visit a now 15 year old Renesmee.
Jasper was devastated that he had hurt the woman he loved but he knew there was nothing left for him with the Cullen's anymore; He would never fully adapt to their style of life. He ran into the forests and didn't stop travelling until he reached Britain...