DEATH WISH - j.hale

A LITTLE RESPECT - 05

SOON ENOUGH, it was time for Sara to make her way through the hallways to find her 5th-period class. The girl bid the table of dispersing students goodbye and left the cafeteria, heading to photography.

Because she had arrived to school late, a very little amount of electives were open — only leaving the yearbook and photography. She of course chose the latter, given that she had a small passion for photography anyways. Growing up in an artistic environment opened her young mind to many different types and forms of art and she embraced it almost as a religion.

The hallways grew quieter and quieter as she entered Hallway B, the students knowing the bell would ring at any second glance signal the start of 5th period. Sara reached her classroom, walking into the small yet warm classroom. Students chatted amongst themselves, gossiping about the latest scandals or anything else their minds would find interesting.

The blonde girl sent a soft smile to an older looking man — her teacher. "Hi, I need you to sign this for the office, please," she asked, holding up the paper slip for him. He nodded understanding, taking the paper and adjusting his glasses. Once he was finished signing it, he handed the slip back to her, offering her a handshake. "Welcome to photography, Miss Adams. I'll be your teacher, Mr. Taylor," he said kindly, giving her a welcoming smile. His gaze moved around the room, glancing at each desk available. "You can have a seat in the back with Mr. Hale— The blonde boy in the back." He pointed and Sara's attention was ripped away from the teacher.

A small feeling of dread washed over the girl as she locked eyes with the familiar man. "Fuck" she said under her breath as she turned to walk to her new desk. She couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by the boy as she took a seat next to him, setting her things onto the table. Yet, she had never felt so god damn drawn towards one person before in her life...

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A strong overpowering smell filled Jaspers senses — the back of his throat starting to tingle heavily as it had never done so before. He swallowed slightly, knowing he didn't exactly need to do so, but hoping he'd be able to swallow away the thirst.

His body was stiff as she entered the classroom, his dark eyes watching every single move the small blonde girl made. His fists clenched, his jaw locking tightly closed as he tried to push the desire to drain her right then and there away.

He watched as she spoke to Mr. Taylor, her voice soft but alluring all at the same time. Different things washed through him — most of which were the instincts of an animal; to just grab her right there and sink his teeth into her skin before draining her dry. God his throat burned so fucking badly.

He could feel himself become even more tense as she was instructed to sit beside him, to have her — a small, weak human, near him — a killing machine, someone who could crush her with no hesitation. His eyes trailed over every inch of the girl, his eyes unknowingly becoming darker and darker as her smell grew stronger.

He could feel everything she was feeling. Intimidated, slightly scared, lack of confidence,  slightly sad yet hopeful at the same time. He locked eyes with her, her green ones meeting his dark ones.

Even as she took her seat in the desk beside him, he continued to stare darkly at the girl, his eyebrows furrowed sharply with his jaw tightly shut. His mind became clouded with vile thoughts. He thought about how he could kill her — he could slam her onto the table and kill her immediately before quickly drinking her blood. No. He'd want to take his time, maybe kill everyone in the room first before finally shoving her against the wall and fill the room with her screams. Holy fuck why did his throat burn so much?

As the class went on and Mr. Taylor began speaking about different lighting angles, he watched as the girl shifted uncomfortably in her seat while Jasper stared her down, continuously thinking of different ways he could kill her and get away with it. He had never in his 140 years of life felt this much desire for blood — let alone a teenage girl's.

He turned his gaze away from her, his body shifting to move as far away as he could from the young girl. A wave of self-consciousness filled the girl and she furrowed her eyebrows slightly, noticing as he shifted away from her.

Jasper had never felt this much pain before in his life — well, his immortal life at least. He did everything he could to distract himself from the painful scent yet nothing seemed to work.

This — yes this, was the moment Jasper Hale knew he was in deep shit. Fuck my god damn life he said to himself quietly, sure that no one else could hear him. This is what it must feel like to finally meet your blood singer, and Jasper knew he was never going to feel the same again.

Things are starting to unfold ;)
Ughhhhh I'm sorry but dark jasper owns my ass 100%.
Jasper will act a bit like Edward when he had first met Bella because that is how I imagine him in my story. We are going to see Jasper really struggle in the future to keep his appetite on he low. None of you can tell me that this man — a confederate army soldier turned vampire army killer never had dark thoughts. Like come on, this man has been through deep shit. There is NO way he is innocent and clean completely. In this story, we will be focusing on his struggle to keep himself together when he is around humans — especially Sara.
This chapter was a bit short but I felt inspired! I hope you all enjoy Christmas tomorrow I love you allllll

(edited - 2/5/21)