Alice Cullen's Story

Chapter 12 (Jasper's POV)

CHAPTER 12 (Jasper’s POV)

               For the first time in my immortal life, I felt fatigued.

               I hadn’t fed in weeks, and the restraint was making me feel jittery. I wanted to kill; I wanted nothing more than for the saccharine, succulent taste of human blood to seize the burning aching at the back of my throat.

               I stared up into the heavens, minuscule rain droplets falling into my face. I knew an atrocious storm was on its way, and I had to seek shelter. It would’ve seemed quite uncharacteristic for me to stand in the hammering rainfall. I could’ve run, but I didn’t feel up to it. I didn’t want to risk the chance of stumbling upon a fragile human – unaided and vulnerable.

               Up the road, I caught view of a diner. I knew the place would be packed, but I also knew myself well enough to not kill in crowd. I wouldn’t be able to tolerate the emotions which erupted from the multitude. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I killed unreasonably.

               I needed blood to endure, there was no denying the truth, but I did not take pleasure in the penalty of it.

               Slowly, I walked towards the diner, the scent of human blood erupting from each side. Venom pooled into my mouth, and I had to take a moment to compose myself. I was thirsty, but the positive aspect of it was that my eyes were dark enough that no one would take much notice of them.

               I opened the door unhurriedly, holding my breath so that I was not drowned by the aroma of the human scents. I didn’t want to risk the scent filling my nostrils; I didn’t want to risk divulging what I was. And I didn’t want to take life when I didn’t have to.

               Murder, that’s what it was. I had been human before, and I still remembered how enthralled yet terrified I had been of them. Maria – the source of my annihilation, the creator of the sinister creature I had become.

               I had loved Maria, but as time went by, I realized, if not for my gift to control the emotions of the new born army, she would have disposed of me as well. My fighting skills were rendered useless in the vampire world – a world filled with more abhorrence and decease than I had ever seen in the human world.

               I didn’t want to live in a world like that. Peter had told me there was something enhanced out there; though I found that every time I took a life, a piece inside of me died to boot. I wanted to live, I wanted to belong. I didn’t want to live this life unaccompanied, though I couldn’t envision myself with a woman who would beyond doubt love me for whom I was.

               As though reading my thoughts, a beautiful petite black haired vampire female approached me.

               She was striking, even if her hair was cropped too short, making me think of her as a boyish girl. Her eyes were a bright crimson as she stared at me, and for an instant I thought she was going to assail.

               Whenever I came across a vampire, my first comeback was an attack. Of course, once I laid my eyes on her smile, I knew she meant me no harm.

               The emotions which radiated from her, was like nothing I had never felt before. There was nothing ominous or devious about her – pure virtuousness, with a heart of gold. I was mesmerized by this vampire, and even more enthralled by the emotions I read from her – exhilaration, relief, delight, and love?

               I was baffled.

               Not once had I felt such emotions directed towards me. It was always the same inanely emotions – terror and resentment. Often I could feel my prey begging me – beseeching me to kill them quickly. I never lingered on that part of the hunt. I killed my prey consistently before I took their blood. How could I look into their eyes as I took their lives? How could I gratify myself and have their heart wrenching emotions attack me from all sides.