*Jemima*
"Jemima, you have to do something about your mother."
Urgh, why did he have to ruin the perfect moment?
"Jasper, not this again," I said exasperatedly, rolling over to look at him. We'd been lying quietly in bed together before he spoke, and we'd been completely at peace...well, in the none-dead way. Jasper reached across and touched my face reassuringly,
"Jemima, I hate to admit it but you're an exceedingly powerful and unusual vampire. You have nothing to be scared about, especially when it comes to your mother,"
I glowered at him, "Sucking up to me will not change my mind, Jazz. Besides, I'm not scared, I just don't particularly relish the thought of telling my mum that I'm a vampire,"
I rolled back onto my back, sighing. With moments that once would have been silent and fast to my human-self, but were now perfectly normal to me, Jasper moved so that he was propped up on his elbows over the top of me. His torso was half over mine, and he had an arm one either side of my chest, so that his face was only a few inches above my own,
"Hm," he mumbled, nudging my chin with his nose, "maybe your right, we don't have to think about this now."
I laughed as his soft hair tickled the bottom of my face and my neck, "I agree, blondie."
Jasper pulled away instantaneously, and looked me in the eye, "Blondie? I don't think that's suitable, Jemima."
His brilliant red eyes twinkled mischievously. I pulled my hands up by my head in mock surrender, "Sorry, sorry..."
"You should be, lady,"
With hardly any force necessary, I pushed him off and flipped him onto his back, pinning him down. He seemed taken aback, his eyes wider than usual,
"You should know better than anyone that I'm no lady," I growled, nibbling his chin gently. I was careful not let my venom into his skin; the last thing Jasper needed was another scar. His scars had frightened me at first, and I'd even hissed at the mauled face of the leonine vampire. I blinked, bringing myself out of my own reverie. I continued, "and what is wrong with having a posh English accent?"
His mouth twisted into a half smile, "Not a God damn thing ma'am. Actually," using his own strength, he reversed our positions, so that he was pinning me down, "I kinda like it,"
I grinned, before his lips found mine.
We were more romantic now that we were equal in strength and not completely driven by hunger (well, in Jaspers case anyway). Well, maybe not that kind of hunger.
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Okay not the best first chapter in the world, but it shall get better!
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