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Frail

Summary:
It's 1947. Jasper is alone, and it will be another year before he meets Alice. Roaming the Seattle slums, and desperately hungry. Jasper gets more then he bargained for when he discovers a young girl writhing in agony, abandoned in a back alley. Jasper is about to take advantage of the seemingly already dying girl, only to find that she's not dying she's changing. Rated adult for violence, swearing and scenes of a sexual nature. THE FINAL CHAPTER IS UP! Banner by the wonderfully talented JokesOnJane


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6. Chapter 6: Killer

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Eliza’s POV:

It was like when you stretch an elastic band too far, the strain becomes too much and it snaps away from you. That was me; I had snapped.

I was conscious of it now, maybe my self control had returned when I sated my thirst. I was also conscious of the fact Jasper would be looking for me, and I welcomed my fate if it came at the hands of him; my lover.

I sat down on a stack of sodden newspapers, letting the rain wash over me; cleansing me. I had no doubt in my mind that Jasper would kill me; I hoped that it would be quick and painless. I didn’t know how you killed someone like me, I didn’t know if I could die.

So much had happened in the past two days; I closed my eyes letting images flood my head.

Jasper and I rolled into one on the warehouse floor—the pleasure that had pulsed through me was unlike any I had ever experienced. I had been used for pleasure countless times, sometimes I would feel stirrings if a man had a particularly smooth touch or was blessed in all the right places.

Jasper however, was so attentive, gentle, loving. My first instinct had been to push him away when he touched me at my centre, the sensation that surged through me was so powerful and raw it was hard to differentiate it from pain. It was only when Jasper, worried by the gasp that it elicited from me, pulled his fingers away that I realized it was the most blissful thing I had ever felt.

I opened my eyes and shook my head quickly to dispel the distracting thoughts; I had to keep moving even though I wanted my death to be at the hands of Jasper that didn’t mean I wanted it to be soon.

I moved at a quick human pace, aware that I had left a concentration of my scent on the pile of newspapers. I changed direction sharply, so I could travel relatively unseen through the back alleys. I knew them well—I had walked them over and over, looking for work--it was looking for a punter that had got me into this mess.

I breathed deeply, feeling the air expand strangely within me, and then I caught the scent.
Vampire, male, close by…too close; but it wasn’t Jasper.

“Well hello…” A voice purred from the shadows.

My felt my eyes widen in terror as the body that belonged to the voice stepped forward.

“You!” I gasped; stumbling backwards.

“Me,” he smirked, leaning against the wall.

The male vampire was tall, taller then me at any rate. His hair was a mousy brown shade that was tied into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck, the rest of his features were rather unremarkable not at all stunning like Jasper. To anyone else this man would go unnoticed as a vampire, too average looking to attract any attention or afterthought, but to me this man was beyond important.

“I must say you turned out better then I expected,” he mused, his eyes roving over my flesh, reminding me of the men at the brothel.

“Who… who are you?” I asked trying in vain to keep my voice strong.

“Don’t you know? People usually remember my face when I leave my mark,” he nodded towards the barely noticeable crescent shaped blemish above my right breast.

“I know who you are!” I snapped my voice and body trembling, “I want to know your name.”

“How very considerate,” he teased. “My name is James.”

“James,” I repeated, my voice sounding foreign even to me.

“Just James,” he murmured moving off the wall, approaching me slowly.

I flinched when he raised his hand to twist my hair between his fingers.

He chuckled and I felt his icy breath against my earlobe.

“Don’t worry Eliza, I would never harm such a beautiful creature as you, I’m merely the creator—not the destroyer.”

“Why?” I asked through gritted teeth, his hands on my skin made me crawl.

“Well it would be senseless to destroy my own work, especially when it’s as lovely as you,” he spoke warmly, but my thoughts were frozen.

“I meant why did you do this to me?” I was breathing fast now, fear pulsing through me.

“Because I can. One day Eliza, maybe a hundred years from now when you’re still at this perfect form, you will thank me,” James crooned, sniffing at my neck.

“I will never thank you for putting me through all that unbearable pain.”

“Pain is necessary, nothing good was ever achieved without a certain amount of pain.”

“Well you failed, because I’m not good, I killed people tonight.”

Again James chuckled, louder this time, his lips pulling back over his gleaming teeth in a smile.

“Well then I suppose you’re not good,” he pulled me close to him. “You’re perfect.”

I shoved into his chest, freeing myself from him.

“Like I said Eliza, one day you will thank me.”

In several quick movements, James grabbed my wrists tightly, and crushed his mouth to mine biting down hard on my bottom lip. He released me roughly, sending me backwards into the alley wall, when I looked up he had gone.

I stayed sat on the muddy ground for a few moments, trying to collect myself, I had come face to face with my killer. James, unremarkable, twisted James.

I heard a rustling, and flattened myself against the stone wall, had James come back and decided that I was better off dead?

I felt my whole body sigh with relief, it was Jasper, and then the fear returned.

“You’re here to kill me,” I whispered, it wasn’t a question; I knew that was the reason he was here.

“Yes,” he replied, his beautiful face was unreadable, devoid of all the emotions that were sure to be running through him at the moment.

I stood up, ignoring the tremors that rippled through me. I wanted to memorize Jasper’s face, his honey golden hair, the strong jaw.

“Yes I’m here to kill you,” he repeated, I closed my eyes and drank in his southern drawl; it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

I heard the air be disturbed as Jasper lowered himself into his hunting stance, my body tensed but my mind was calm and clear. The seconds stretched out like hours, as I waited for death to come.

“Do it,” I breathed, curling my fists tightly, feeling my nails dig into my granite skin.

“Do it Jasper.”

I heard him fly at me, but I kept my eyes closed focusing on the image of his smiling face. My feet left the ground as he collided with me, my back hit the stone bricks, and Jasper’s hands acted like shackles upon my wrists but there was no pain.

I opened my eyes in surprise, Jasper’s face was mere centimeters from my own, his features twisted in anguish.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked softly, “Kill me.”

“I can’t,” he gasped as shocked as I was.

“I won’t,” he said louder, more defiantly.

“But I deserve to die!” I choked out, a dry sob working its way out of me.

“You don’t,” he sighed simply, still pressing me against the wall.

“I will never hurt you Eliza,” Jasper said fiercely.

I wanted to bridge the gap between us, to kiss his soft lips and taste him. I wanted to thank my redeemer in the only way I knew how.

“No, I don’t want you to do that,” he whispered, feeling my torrent of emotion.

“We need to talk, the house, we need to go back to the house.”

He released my wrists, but took my hand in his own, and we walked slowly back to our ruined house. I couldn’t slow my breathing, or stop my mind from racing. There was more than one way to kill someone, even a vampire could have her heartbroken, even a heart that could no longer beat.

Dawn was near as we walked up the crumbling front steps; I knew that if I could cry I would be weeping endlessly.

“J…Jasper.” I breathed turning to face him.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I love you…I love you,” I stammered, crumpling into his chest.

I couldn’t breathe, I loved Jasper so much, I loved him more than life itself. I felt Jasper’s arms encircle me briefly; I locked my own around his back holding myself to him. I heard him take a deep, shuddering breath and I froze.

“You have got to let me go Eliza,” Jasper murmured.