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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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8. Chapter 8: Philadelphia

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Philadelphia - New Years Day 1948:

I couldn’t take it anymore, I didn’t want to resist, my throat burned everyday…I was beyond agony.

5 months had passed and Eliza still hadn’t come looking for me, I had slipped a letter through her mother’s door three days after my arrival informing her that Eliza had died; hit by a car.

It had been cowardly of me not to speak to her mother in person but my eyes had still glowed red, now however they were endless obsidian voids.

It was the middle of the day, generally a reckless time for me to be out, but there was a storm that was very effectively blocking out the sun. Icy cold rain washed down my exposed neck, soaking me from head to toe. I would start to attract attention if I stood out in the downpour any longer.

A small diner a little way down the street drew my attention, there were two people in there; one women behind the counter and a man.

I looked up and down the street quickly, no one around. Two people, that wasn’t too bad, two lonely people in a diner you could guarantee that no one would miss them.

I strode over to the diner, as soon as I opened the door I was hit by the scent of another vampire, I stared around for the source.

I had miscounted the number of people. There was another woman with a small, almost child-like figure standing with her back to me at the juke-box, she was the vampire.

Her arm moved, and I braced myself for a fight, but she merely inserted a cent into the machine. The record whirred as it was put in place, I vaguely recognized the song ‘King Size Papa’ by Julia Lee. The female vampire, tapped her foot four times to the beat and then turned.

I felt my mouth drop open slightly; she was perfection, beyond beautiful. Ebony hair that was flicked in under her ears, her eyes were a luscious golden shade, she was slender and toned. Every inch of her was porcelain perfection.
She flashed the woman behind the counter a quick smile before sitting up on the bar stool closest to me. She fixed her eyes on mine, I could get lost in them forever. We just stared at each other, I didn’t know how long for, minutes, hours, days, years? I didn’t know and I didn’t care.

Quite suddenly she hopped down, and walked straight up to me. I tensed once more wondering if this angel would be my death, and if that was to be the case; I welcomed it. Then I registered her emotions, they were so strong and powerful that I nearly fell down; she was ecstatic, blissfully happy.

“You’ve kept me waiting a long time,” she sighed with a smile, her voice was musical, like morning-bird song.
I found my voice, it was stronger then I expected it to be.

“I’m sorry Ma’am,” I grinned ducking my head to her, like my father used to with my mother.

She took another step and slid her tiny hand into mine, I was vaguely aware of the confused looks we were getting from the two humans, but I was unaffected--practically floating on our shared bliss.

“I’m Alice,” she sang, placing a delicate kiss on my cheek.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Alice, my name is Jasper, Jasper Hale.”

“I know,” she breathed, eyes sparkling. “I know you Jasper.”

She took a step back, but didn’t release my hand.
“Do you trust me Jasper?” She asked seriously.

“With my life, Alice.” The truth of my words struck me like a punch. It was as if I’d been waiting my whole life for her.

“Then I have something to show you.”


“Our new family,” she whispered, planting another kiss on my cheek, before leading me out of the diner.

Then we were running, hand in hand, away from Philadelphia. Away from the storm, towards our new lives.
Towards my new life with Alice.