"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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Klaire's POV:
The cellar door opens and I see Jasper standing there, he comes in with a plate of food. "Have to excuse the poor quality food, I never learnt to cook." He chuckled and I smiled up at him. He closed the door behind him and sat on the ground in front of me, pushing the plate to me.
I pick it up and ate the vegetables. He looks at me almost disgusted at how I was eating it like I had been starved. He picks up a piece of broccoli then and smells it and almost gags.
"Eat it." I challenge him and he narrows his eyes on me playfully. He places it in his mouth and immediately spits it out. "Awh, you're no fun." I laugh.
"It's gross." He whines and I giggle, he smiles at the sound.
I place the plate down and move to him and straddle his legs, "do all of you hate food?" I ask and play with his hair. He sighs as my fingers massage his scalp.
"Most of us can't stomach it, people who are determined to stay human-ish find a way." He told me. Does that mean that he doesn't want to be human again, or at least experience it in a vampire way? "I don't remember much of what it was like to be human. All I knew is that I didn't feel powerful, but I do now."
I lean my head against his chest and find myself closing my eyes. "Jasper?" I ask him as I felt his hands rest against the small of my back and he rubs the area to soothe me. He hums for me to continue, "I want to be a vampire."
I heard someone chuckle then and I look up to see it was Oscar underneath me and I gasp and push myself away from him and move to the other side of the cell. The cellar doors open then and Jasper looks down at my frightened state, "I came with food." He mumbles and sets down the plate of macaroni and cheese down in front of me.
The plate of vegetables was gone and Oscar was laughing at me. I stare at him wide eyed as I realised he was messing with my head once again, he's been doing it for days now! I finally had enough. He stood up then, moving to be behind Jasper.
"Klaire?" Jasper asks me as I stand up, Oscar was going to hurt him. Jasper furrows his eyebrows.
"Don't." I whisper to Oscar who was standing behind him. He plunged his head into Jasper's chest then, "NO!" I shout and move forwards. Jasper caught me and looks down at my shaking form.
"Klaire... what's happening with you?" Jasper whispers and I sob and clutch to him. Oscar was gone and Jasper was fine. That's what Oscar had been doing for days now, torturing me with Jasper and Zoe and hurting them, but it was all in my head.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" I sobbed and saw my tears hit his shirt. He hushed me and strokes out my hair as I cry into his neck. I felt terrible guilt for killing Amelia, even if I didn't remember any of it. I was sorry for all the things I had done wrong in my life. Hell, I knew I hated Amelia but killing her made me feel terrible. My parents always told me that it was wrong for others to decide if a person lived or died, but here I was, deciding that fate.
