AN: This is my first story. I have weird writing habits. I wrote this story bit by bit at night. In my bedroom with no light on, the words seem to come easier. I write my story in my notebook. I can't even read the words on the page. Told you my writing habits are weird. Anyway, Enjoy.
I like the feel of the plush velvet cushions on the thrones. I liked the sound my stilettos made against the marble flor. There is no doubt in my mind that he did love me at some point. No doubt that Jane couldn't take it. She needed me gone. It was too easy.
"Jasper, we need you. She's a newbie. She won't talk to us. Calm her down." Says the big muscular man in front of me. Suddenly, a boy with dirty blonde curls enters. He stares at me, Jasper.
He asks me the usual questions like my name etc. Then he asks the question I have dreaded. "Who turned you?" I let the name roll off my tongue,
"Alec." He stares at me for what seems like a century, then he gets up and leaves the room.
I wait in the room all night. It's about midnight when Jasper reappears. He points to the bed and tells me to rest. I look at him, perplexed. "Relax," he says, "I'm aware we can't sleep. I've been a vampire for a lot longer than you, trust me. You need to rest. Just kick back, relax and let your mind wander." I must admit, the boy is right. Relaxing makes my head clearer. The clouded areas of my memory are returning to normal. God, it just makes me miss Alec more.