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Post by JASPER HALE on Nov 3, 2009 2:21:48 GMT -4
It was a warm evening - but it was not sunny. For that, Jasper was thankful. He also noticed that he was thinking about the weather again; so cliché. Well, what else was there to constantly bare in mind when you were a vampire? You had to avoid all rays of sunlight else you would light up like a thousand million little intricate diamonds all glistening in synchronization. He’d never experienced that with another vampire in friendly surroundings; back when he’d been training and bringing up newborns, they’d been amazed as to their new appearance, particularly in the daylight. What a task it had been to make them understand - they could not go out and show off this beauty to normal beings, as it would cause no end of trouble. Collateral damage, Jasper could hear Maria saying, but he knew it would not be what she wanted. Sure, they were aiming to kill and overthrow, but that was namely covens of other vampires, gaining territory where it was all ready claimed. He’d moved on from that life now, but still it came back to haunt him when he closed his eyes. Never needing to sleep, he thanked that, for certain he knew he may experience nightmares, but that didn’t mean that flashes came before his closed lids whenever he sat back, thinking on the past whether it be intentional or unintentional.
The guilt still remained with him. Vampire’s memories were sharp, right from when they were turned up to the present day. He could remember things clearly, as if they were happening right in front of him - battles with the newborns, the growing desire to kill when he had first been turned. His need had been vast, and he had killed with precision. That was what he had done as a human… he remembered most details of his human life, however they were extremely vague. Those that were easy to remember weren’t particularly pleasant, and Jasper always thought that he remembered those better because they had made the biggest impact on his life as a human; killing others in the civil war. It wasn’t something he wanted to go back to. No, as he had broken away from Maria’s orders, the killing, the fighting - the entire lifestyle and the continuous cycle all together had driven him insane with boredom; it just didn’t mean anything anymore. Or rather, it hadn’t meant anything, as this was all in the past. At the present, he was currently walking down a street in Philadelphia, headed towards a somewhat empty looking diner. Why? He did not know, for he knew he could not eat or even digest human food, but perhaps the peace he was looking for was there.
Even if he had not known how he had ended up heading towards a diner, he knew why he had ended up in Philadelphia. Jasper, as said, was searching tirelessly for a new, better life. He needed one; he needed to get the things he felt out of him. It would be impossible for him to go back to feeding off humans because he felt there emotions at every given moment. Other vampires didn’t have the same problem he did; they wouldn’t be able to understand what he was going through. But Jasper, Jasper knew himself what pain the humans were put through when the venom coursed through their veins, and then even more so when they were so brutally killed to stop them from turning in to a vampire. What would be better - let them turn, or kill them? You could not make the whole world vampires, and Jasper wouldn’t wish to either ways, and yet he couldn’t kill them any longer. And so he would not do either, desperate to search out something different. Hand extended, Jasper reached for the door of the empty diner, opened it, and stepped inside.
outfit; here
notes; none
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