Jasonblack Stories

Winter nights brought chilly winds to England. Where it was known for its snowy season. Everyone one was shut inside their houses, sitting by fires and absorbing in the warmth. Homes were seen as safe havens for humans from the frosty darkness. A blackness that has spread throughout all of London. The abyss eating away at the streets. Blood dripping down cracks of buildings. Every drop left the scent of death in the air. The red liquid flowed as it cascaded down their lips. Being a vampire had it perks, but having a full house of them was confounding...

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The sun was blinding, its rays making my skin heat up. "Do you want a mate?" Her honeyed voice asked softly, her bluebell eyes burning into mine. The corner of my lips turned up in a smile. "Always wanted one." It was the truth. Everyone wanted a mate, to find their mate and to live their life with their soulmate. It was perfect. Seeing her smile turn into a watery one, twitching and trying to stay plastered to her face. Different blue specks were swirled with emotions, one which made tears form in them. She didn't let them fall. "I wish I could have one." Her shaky breath came out while her gaze moved away from mine. My heart sank. She can never have one. Only werewolves had the ability to find their soulmate. I watched as she jumped up on her feet with determination running through her system. "Where are you going?" I asked sitting up from laying down, eyes locked onto her movements as she twirled around in her knee-length white dress. Her bluebell orbs caught mine and a bright grin sprung upon her lips. "I'm going to find one." She stretched her hands out and spun once again making her neck-length jet black hair flow in motion. "Do something for me, Nia." "What?" "Love your mate. No matter what, love your mate." Her eyes softened. "For me please..." "Nia..." My head snapped up, dazed about everything around me. My eyes darted around until they fell onto his green eyes. Looking at me with so much trust, gentleness and...love. "Um." I mumbled, trailing off with knitted frown looking down at my shoes. "Yes?" Oh, his voice was beautiful. I choked a bit, my hands shaking as I touched his wrist. It was a slow gesture, my eyes staring back into his. "D-Don't leave me."

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