DEATH WISH - j.hale

HYPNOTIZED - 07

SCHOOL DAYS dragged by, yet Jasper couldn't seem to get the smell of the girl out of his mind. Hours and hours were spent hunting — spent trying to drink that thirst away, yet nothing seemed to work. The aching in the back of his throat called to him, telling him to just go find her and kill her in her own home. His time was supposed to be spent with Alice, the girl who had supposedly "saved" him. But recently, he could just barely be around her. What the fuck is happening?

Some nights were spent outside her home, his dark eyes staring through her window. The stupid girl left her window open every night, allowing Jasper the ability to simply climb in without having to go out of his way and find a way in — not that it would have stopped him.

Never in his years of thirst did he want something so god damn badly. Dark thoughts surrounded him, cornering him against a wall of the time spent trying to become something he wasn't — a "vegetarian". Stupid fucking humans. Why did she have to smell so amazing? If he really wanted to, he could just sneak into her room right now and kill her.

So why didn't he?

He could feel the soft raindrops against his hard skin as he stood in the shadows of the trees.

It was completely dark around Sara's house, the clouds covering the soft glow of the moon in the sky. The only source of light was the soft warm orange of Sara's room. She was smoking again, her head leaning against her hand as she released the smoke from her lips.

Jasper shifted himself to the side, leaning his back against a tree below her window. He could hear the music from her earphones playing a song and he could feel the emotions coming off the girl above him.

Turns out Rebel Yell by Billy Idol really brought comfort to Sara. Jasper was a bit surprised by this. She didn't exactly look like the type of girl who'd listen to music about a singer and his intimate night with a fan.

Finally, she was finished with her cigarette. She put it out against the wall of the house and let it fall to the soil outside her home. Jasper watched as she took a moment to breathe in the scent of moist earth and rain before she moved back into her room.

Just as Jasper had guessed, she left her window open as she switched her light off and climbed into bed. He could hear her blood singing to him, calling him into her room.

He stood there for what seemed like an hour before he moved. His feet carried him closer to the girl's room and before he knew it, he was climbing up the tree just outside her window.

He glanced inside and he was hit with the strong sense of peace that lingered in the air like a thick mist. She was sleeping — deeply. And with a swift jump, he landed soundlessly into the blonde's room.

It was clean. The walls were painted a dusty rose and strings of lights surrounded each corner of the room. A neat desk sat just near the bedroom door and a chair was pressed against the wall right next to the window. Jasper's nose burnt at the strong scent of the human girl sleeping, but past the smell, he could pick up strong hints of lavender and sage. A brown acoustic guitar leaned against the corner of her room, pictures, and posters lining her walls. He couldn't help but feel...welcome in this room.

His eyes returned to the girl who slept soundlessly in her twin-sized bed. He walked towards her, his fingers tracing alongside the wooden frame of the bed. Pushing past the desire to drain her body dry, he watched her with cold eyes. The room was completely silent — the only sound was the soft beating of her heart and the rain from outside. He could hear and smell someone else — a human. Her heartbeat was slow and steady, so he guessed the other girl was sleeping.

The boy moved to a crouching position, becoming eye level with Sara. He took a moment to admire the soft tint of red in her cheeks, her long eyelashes, and beautiful natural red lips — the way she breathed softly and the way her heart thumped quietly. Sara Adams was truly beautiful.

And then he was standing again. His hands pulled at his hair as he paced quietly. What was happening to him? Alice had always been his only lover — the only girl he ever had eyes for. So why did he feel so different suddenly? How did he go from wanting to tear this girl's throat out to admiring her? His eyes landed on the girl again. He could kill her. Right now. He could pretend she never had existed and he had never laid eyes on her in the first place. He could move on and be happy with Alice like he was before.

But as he watched this girl sleep, her emotions of peace overwhelming him, he just couldn't. No matter how much his throat burned, he couldn't kill her.

If Jasper could cry, he would be doing just that. For the first time in a hundred years, he was confused. Rather than feeling other's pain, he could only feel his own. The strong feeling of peace felt heavy on him as he rubbed his hard face. He had to get out.

And so he did just that.

He took one last look at the girl before he jumped, taking off into the darkness of the forest. He needed to hunt — now. Then maybe he'd finally feel fine again.

Yeah, Arctic Monkeys brings out my dark moments ;)

I know seeing jasper like this may be a bit hard, but he's a fucking VAMPIRE. I promise he does lighten up slightly, but he will always carry the burden of wanting to kill on his shoulders. I'm sorry!

(edited - 2/5/21)