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-𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯-
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I stopped at a tree as Jasper stood behind me. "So" I turned to him, smirking. I made eye contact with Jasper as he froze, and I chuckled.
"You want to talk first or do you want to hear my story?" I asked.
"Ladies first," Jasper said as i smiled. "I grew up in an orphanage in New Orleans in the 20s" I started, thinking about my human life.
"My father, Alastor adopted me in 1922 when I was 8"
Jasper listened to me as i spoke. "When I was 13 years old, I found old my father was a serial killer, a cannibal one at that" I chuckled, remembering the day.
"Soon, I started helping, not with the killing but with hiding the bodies and cooking them for him"
"Did you...ever eat-" "Oh! Heavens no!" I laughed.
"I'm not that psychotic" I chuckled. "Well...not back then anyways"
Jasper hummed, taking a step closer. "But...you are now?'
"The day my father and I died...I'll never forget it" I sighed. "We were out in the woods, father was snacking on one of his victims and a hunter had mistaken him for a deer and shot him"
Jasper watched my face.
"...He died in my arms and a fit of rage took over me and I killed them..the dogs too" I smiled, laughing to myself.
"And?" Jasper asked
"But, one of them had got me and I died next to my father at age 19," I said. "And we went to hell together" "Hell...what is hell like? Vin never fully explained" Jasper said.
"Red, Hot, Wonderful" I smiled, and Jasper chuckled.
"Let's hear from you now" I smirked at Jasper as he smiled.
"How old are you?" I asked, looking at him. "Nineteen," Jasper added as I stepped closer to him. "Hm, How long have you been nineteen?" I asked.
"....A while," he replied as I chuckled. "Since 1863," Jasper said.
