Story Shots!

Wine bottles and grave stones

Right so this is the story of a boy named jasper who has gone threw a lot in his life and has decided its time for him to go. But then what will happens when a certain Phantomhive butler finds the strange boy in the Christmas Eve snow?

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Jasper toke another swing of from the bottle of red wine he had. He wasn't even sure what kind it was what type, what year. But that didn't matter. He didn't care anyway. As long as it numbed his pains.

He drunkly trudged threw the grave yard, once and a while tripping over something but quickly catching himself before he could fall face first to the snow below. 'Off to see the family!' He had yelled before leaving the manor. That had been 3 hours ago.

He Toke another swing causing his top hat to fall off, as he emptied the bottle. Angry that it was empty jasper smashed it against one of the many grave stones before sighing and picking his top hat up.

Making his way to the where 3 graves stood he fell to his knees and started to yell. "THANKS FOR LEAVING ME ON THIS GOD FORSAKEN EARTH." He yelled angrily flailing his arms. Letting out a loud sigh and dropping his arms back to his sides as he ran his fingers threw his pitch black spiky long hair.

This was stupid. Even in his druken, depressive state he knew it. What if someone saw him? I mean, he was of nobility after all. A druken noble yelling at there family graves? Word would spread quicker about this quicker then a forest fire!

But then again jasper couldn't careless. It was night, and beside the grave spots were in a 'noble only section' of the grave yard. It's not like people really came here. Especially on Christmas Eve.

Jasper let out another shaky sigh. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes as the snow gently fell around him. "I'm sorry." He quickly said to the stones, placing a kiss on each one.

One to his mother

One to his father

One to his baby brother.

Jasper couldn't help but think back to something. Something he hadn't done in a while. Something he thought he had left done and gone forever.

Standing back up and reaching down into his combat boots he pulled out a flip knife. He played with the flip knife for a moment before looking at its sharpness. 'This will do.'

"Thank god this hellish grave yard of pity is next to a forest.. " Jasper muttered as he leaned against one of the many trees, sliding down it and sitting on the snow. He had picked just the perfect spot, which gave a nice little over view of London.

Pulling his winter coat off and pushing the top hat aside, jasper shook his head letting his once kept shoulder length black hair get messy and much un-royal like.

Pulling up the sleeve to his shirt he gently placed the knife against his creamy white skin as he did a couple practice cuts. Closing his eyes he applied the pressure and soon felt hot warm liquid running down his arm.

The sensation felt horrible yet so blissful at the same time. The pain toke his mind away from what was really going on around him. The guilt. The cold. The pity. The shame. Just seemed gone. Like he'd taken some type of drug.

Then again this was his drug. An addictive habit. Something that toke away the pain. And so, he did it again. And again. And again. Till, he felt a hand stop him. Jaspers eyes fluttered open to be met by beautiful crimson ones staring back.

This person. No, this angel. Was saying something to him. But he couldn't hear it. Everything was blacking out, his senses seemed frozen. Except for thous crimson eyes. "Are you an angel.." Jasper drukenly slurred be for everything went black.