"Come here, kitten." The nickname he used on me always got to me, his piercing blue eyes stared into my own. They were lust blown and full of desire... desire for me. The fact he desired me sent my arousal through the the roof. I followed his order...
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Jasper's POV:
I just couldn't. I couldn't talk about it, even though I desperately wanted too. It was simply too much too handle. I knew Klaire was just trying to be her helpful self, but I couldn't talk about it with anyone. Even talking about it with Xavier made me want to throw him against a wall.
He whined when I slammed the door on Klaire, wanting nothing more than to hold her and tell her all about the necklace, but I couldn't listen to any of it. I took a breath as I began to get dressed in a pair of grey jeans and a white dress shirt, and thought about it. I'd have to tell her sometime what the necklace meant, but I didn't know if I could or not.
What happened all those years ago hit me hard, harder than the whole family. They got over it as time went on, but I didn't.
Nearly everyday those thought kept coming back to me, and the only way I knew how to stop them was to shut myself off. I couldn't bare it anymore. I had turned into a monster, an emotionless one. I went out and killed people for my enjoyment, and I thrived off of it.
It had taken centuries for me to come around and be the king I was suppose too, but even then, I still didn't care for anyone. I wasn't so murderous anymore, but still didn't care about what happened to anyone.
Now? I have shown more emotion to Klaire then I have in centuries, it felt odd, but it also felt good to know I can trust someone this much. I knew my emotions were still shut off, but I could still show some type of feelings towards Klaire even if I hadn't turned them on.
I felt the tiniest bit of regret being harsh to her all this time, to yelling at her and choking her against a wall where she passed out, but I couldn't help this rage within me when something didn't go my way or when something that I knew would make me feel again was brought up.
Ever since she was tortured by those awful dogs and Martha, I couldn't lose her and let myself slip further into the humanity side of things, almost tipping over the edge. But as I thought about what I would have to face when I turned my humanity back on, I couldn't go any further.
I was shocked when Klaire let me be her first, I thought she would push me away after all I had done to her, but she didn't. I felt oddly electrified at how her touch made me whimper pathetically against her that time we had sex. Just her touch made me want to turn everything back on where I could be the goofy and playful guy I used to be all those years ago, and be able to let Klaire see that side of me.
I opened the door, seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed with the dream-catcher in her hands. She looked up at me as I stepped out and my eyes lowered to the floor as I felt regret for yelling at her.
"Do you still want to go to the hot tub later?" I asked her, I knew she was most likely going to say no, probably scared of me, which made me feel hurt. I hated myself.
She looked at me surprised and stood up, standing a few feet away from me, the dream-catcher fumbling in her hands. Xavier saw that I had broken the one Zoe had stolen for her, and went to buy another one, pretending it was me so no one knew it was him.
