Jack stood near the cliffs edge, contemplating his death. He was alone and very depressed which made him want to die more. One single red, warm, bloody tear fell from his golden red eyes. He was turned in 1889 by a young man named Jasper Whitlock. Jasper thought he was dead so he left Jacks body to rot. He woke up confused, hungry and saddened. He never learned how to feed so he cut animals and drank only a certain amount of blood he craved. But what he truly wanted was a companion, but no one called to him. For 120 years he has been searching, wanting and crying out for his companion to come. He had enough of waiting. Before he took his last step he smelt it, the sweet, heavenly smell. He turned to see a young woman no older than 18 singing, her voice was beautiful. She had a beautiful face, her eyes were a deep shade of hazy purple. Her figure was outstanding, not skinny not fat either just perfect. She saw him, smiled and practically ran to him.
"Hey there!" she said very enthusiastically.
"Hello beautiful." he said very sweetly. The thoughts of suicide were gone when he caught the sight of her.
"I'm Dementra by the way." She held her hand out to greet him, but he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her gently.
"I'm Jack. I'm so happy to meet you." She giggled slightly and hugged him back with all her strength.
Authors note: Jack Twist is 6ft 2, has long wavy blonde hair. He has a fit body, and a to die for smile. He is also 18. Dementra is 18, has short black, red and brown hair, she has a slim yet curvy body and she is 5ft 5.
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