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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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7. Chapter 7: Goodbye

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“J… Jasper,” Eliza whimpered, turning around to face me.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I love you, I love you,” she rambled, falling into me.

She clung to me tight; her breathing so heavy and labored, it was as though someone was killing her. With a jolt I realized I was--Eliza loved me more than I deserved, but I didn’t love her and that was destroying her. I let my arms hold her for a moment, then dropped them; she clung tighter still.

“You’ve got to let me go Eliza,” I muttered, gently moving her arms away.

“No,” she choked, her voice cracking with a dry sob.

She clung to me again, positively shuddering with grief.

“Eliza, let me go,” I said firmly, she merely shook her head making a soft groan at the back of her throat.

I didn’t want to do it to her, it would hurt us both, but I shoved her away with force.

I looked into her eyes and through the red I saw the agony, I saw her heart break into a thousand unfixable pieces.

Her face scrunched up, and she dropped to her knees weeping tearlessly against the floor.

“Goodbye Eliza,” I mumbled heading out the door, leaving before my heart would pull me back to her.

“Goodbye? NO! I love you Jasper… I love you,” she whispered brokenly.

“Goodbye Eliza,” I repeated my voice shaking uncontrollably.

I didn’t look back at her, I felt my hand pull the door shut with a dull thud. I heard her heart-wrenching wail, I could feel her unrelenting pain permeate through the door hitting me like a punch to the gut.

I was halfway down the alley when I heard her run after me, my already less-than-steely resolve faltered, and I turned to see her standing a foot away; broken.
“Please don’t leave like this,” she begged sobbing between each word.

I stared at her and saw the Eliza I had briefly known before she changed, vulnerable, young and so very innocent. Maybe it was a trick of the light but I could’ve sworn there was a small amount of green in her eyes surrounding the pupils.

I took a deep breath, I would not allow myself to stay, if I had to be cruel then so be it.

“Eliza,” I mumbled softly, and her face changed to an expression of half-hope.

“You’re like poison to me.”

She flinched like I’d burned her.

“You don’t mean that,” she gasped, disbelief raging in her eyes.

“If I stay, I’ll become like you… a monster,” I pulled the words from the deepest, darkest part of my heart hurting myself with every untrue syllable.

Eliza shook her head frantically.

“No, no, no!” she breathed, moving forward holding my face in her hands.

“Please tell me you don’t believe that!” She pleaded desperately. “Tell me it’s not true!”

I grasped her arms deliberately harder then necessary, practically gagging on my words as they splintered through my mouth.

“I. Hate. You.” I snarled, bringing my hands off her sharply.

Eliza moaned in excruciating hurt, letting herself drop to the muddy ground , cradling her head in her hands.

I forced my feet to move in the opposite direction, feeling the bile rise in my throat in sheer disgust for myself. Eliza didn’t follow this time, I listened for her footfalls but the sound never came.

Then I was running, running so fast I thought I would become part of the air. Running from Eliza, the Seattle slums, my own wretched self.

My mind didn’t know where I was going but my feet seemed to be leading me somewhere, at this moment in time I didn’t care where. Day turned to night and back again as I ran though county lines.

My mind barely registered the ‘Welcome to Philadelphia’ sign as I sped pass it.