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Jasper, Peter, Charlotte- Human
Edward-Vampire
Edward is a mind reader, Jasper an empath. That is super crucial in coming chapters.

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Song title from the song "Say When" By The Fray

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It was cold. Cold and quiet. Jasper was tired, his curly hair covering his bright blue eyes. He was shivering, his tight V necked sweater and pants not nearly warm enough for the weather. The street was empty, and he knew it was going to be a long night. Working was easy. To suck someone, to make them scream, to be fucked were all easy to Jasper. But tonight was just silence leaving Jasper to his thoughts, and that's what scared him.

He breathed out slowly, watching the swirls of his breath create patterns that flew into the cloud covered night sky. He wondered how'd it be to just disappear into thin air.

Suddenly he was aware of a presence, someone standing next to him just starring. Being an em-path, he could feel their curiosity and their concern. Jasper jumped, taking a step back from the man and pushing the suicidal thoughts from his head. He put on a smile for the man, walking with false confidence to him. The man looked... expensive. Dressed in an elegant suit, with perfectly styled copper hair and golden eyes, he looked young but striking.

"What are you looking for Sugar?" Jasper asked, trying to keep the exhaustion from his voice.

"...Edward. My names Edward...I want to go to a hotel. We'll discuss it there," the man replied, and Jasper tensed. Only cops didn't say what they wanted, and it seemed like a trap. But suddenly the man was pulling money from his pocket, hundreds and hundreds of dollars worth. Edward handed it to him carelessly.

"It's one thousand dollars. Come with me and do what I say and I'll give you two more," The man said. He started to walk to his silver volvo, but stopped when Jasper didn't follow. Jasper looked at the money in his hand and frowned.

"How bad are you going to hurt me?" Jasper asked bluntly. His mind went to his regulars who liked to burn him or cut him. Edward tensed, and Jasper noted a feeling of guilt.

"It'll only hurt for a moment," Edward replied softly, and Jasper looked to his eyes.

"That's what they all say," he said quietly, looking back to the sky for a moment before walking to the car.


They drove in silence, going to a hotel not even five minutes away. It was ,however, extremely expensive. Jasper looked at the chandelier in awe as Edward purchased a room. They again walk in silence to the hotel suite, Jasper trying to control his nerves.

He knew if he completed what Edward asked, he could walk away with three thousand dollars. Three thousand dollars meant he could skip work for a few days, and still have enough money to give to Maria at the end of the week.

A shiver went up his spine just thinking about Maria. Edward looked over to him with concern etched in his features, but Jasper ignored him. Edward stopped at a room number, sliding the keycard in and opening the door quickly. Jasper gasped as he saw the beautiful hotel room, complete with a mini kitchen, living room, dining room and bedroom. Everything looked too nice for a simple fuck. Too elegant for person interested in hurting him.

Edward extended his hand, his face not revealing his emotions, so Jasper just read them. Edward was nervous, and there was a hint of guilt in him. Jasper took his hand, flinching at the cold and let the bronze haired man lead him to the bedroom.

The sheets were silk, and Jasper let Edward's hand go so he could run his finger tips across them. He had never felt silk before.

Jasper turned to Edward, meeting his eyes before slowly taking his shirt off. His milky flesh was scarred from pass abuse, customers and even self, and he knew it wasn't attractive. Edward was frozen, examining his scars with sharp eyes and Jasper was pretty sure he wasn't even breathing. Quickly Jasper went to the button on his pants freezing as he heard the mans velvet voice..

"Don't," Edward's voice rang, and Jasper froze. Edward approached him slowly, deliberately making his actions known, as he took Jasper's arm into his hands. Jasper still flinched, but didn't pull away when the cool fingers ran over the scarred skin, looking at the random scars on the top of his arm and the perfect lines on the bottom.

"Who did this to you?" Edward asked, anger apparent without Jasper's empathy.

"My owner, some customers, myself... But every one of these scars are my fault. I did it to myself," Jasper said his voice lacking emotion. Jasper silently prayed for apathy, for the guy to just fuck him and get it over with. Edward's grip on his skin grew tighter, and Jasper looked at his feet. Edward dragged him slowly to the bed, and Jasper obediently took a seat.

He could feel Edward's concern, his pity, his anger. Jasper didn't want any of it. It was like the man could read his mind, and it scared him endlessly.

"What do you want?" Jasper asked defensively, the cold feeling of fear creeping up his spine. "Do you want me to blow you? Do you want me on my knees? Do you want me on the bed? What? Do you want to hurt me? Beat me? Burn me? What the fuck do you want?"

Edward raised his arms gripping boys scarred shoulders gently. He held the boy silently, unmoving as he looked into his eyes. Jasper stilled, his eyes filling up with an unfamiliar wetness. Suddenly, Edward's arms were around him, and Jasper struggled for a moment before sinking into the hug. He trembled in the golden eyed strangers arms as the man kissed his hair.

"Just do it," Jasper whispered, his trembles increasing as the kisses went down his neck. "Whatever it is. I don't care anymore. Just get it over with."

"You'll be okay Jasper. I'll make sure you're okay," Edward whispered, and Jasper's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the mysterious mans words.

Then suddenly Edward's lips were replaced by razor sharp teeth, and Jasper gasped in pain. He felt his blood rush to his neck. In fear, he tried to call Edward's name, but his head felt so heavy. His eyes closed to beautiful bloodstained lips calling his name.


Jasper awoke to stoney arms around him, and a cool hand stroking his head. He tensed momentarily before remembering his settings and the confusing situation he was in. He sat up slowly, but the room started to spin. Edward's arms pulled him back towards his stone chest.

"It's the blood loss. You can't get up just yet," Edward said quietly, and Jasper could feel he was feeling regret. Jasper wondered momentarily what he regretted. Edward stilled , and pulled Jasper closer to his chest. Jasper just snuggled into him, too exhausted to move away.

"You're an empath," Edward said slowly, and it was Jasper's turn to be shocked.

"What- How did-"

"I'm a mind reader." Edward said quickly.

"Yeah?" Jasper asked. "A mind reader and what else?"

Edward didn't reply, and instead buried himself in Jasper's neck, kissing the skin softly. He then let go of the half naked human, and Jasper almost whimpered at the loss.

"If you don't eat something, you'll pass out," Edward said quietly, finally meeting Jasper's eyes. Jasper silently noted that there was a ring of red around the iris and nodded to Edward.

"Besides... You look like you don't eat enough as is anyway," Edward continued, grabbing the room service menu, and tossing it to Jasper. Jasper had to stop himself from asking what Edward wanted to eat, but noted Edward must have heard anyway because he smiled.

Jasper had decided on a muffin, but when the food arrived Edward had clearly not listened. Eggs, with meats, and fruits with muffins filled the room. Jasper dug in, not minded the curious man watching him with a smirk on his face. Within five minutes Jasper had his fill, and looked at all the extra food. His mind went to Peter and Charlotte, who he knew was hungry. He looked at Edward, too embarrassed to ask aloud if he could take the food.

"Take it. I have no use for it. But who are they?" Edward asked

"Don't you know? Like. Can't you read my mind?" Jasper asked, and Edward smiled.

"I can read your mind, not dig through your memories. And when you think of someone, you don't actually think of their whole history." The vampire replied nonchalantly, and Jasper looked at he feet.

"Me and Peter.. We both ran away from home a couple of years ago. Maria found us and we've been working for her ever since. Charlotte is his girlfriend." Fear creeped up Jasper's spine thinking about Maria, and Edward anger flared.

"What does she do to you Jasper?" Edward asked emotionlessly, and Jasper began to tremble.

"Please. This is the nicest bed i'll probably ever sleep in. Don't let her take this memory from me," He whispered, and suddenly Edward was next to him, kissing his hair and wrapping his arms around his scarred body. He melted into the grip, only to have Edward pull away.

"Check out is at eleven, and I need to get you back before the sun comes out from under the clouds," Edward said slowly, but Jasper could feel his disappointment. For Jasper it was just another reminder that he was much lower of a class than Edward.


The drive back was silent again, and Jasper let his dim view of the world wash over him again. Edward parked at the corner, and looked at the thin boy frowning. He grabbed the boys chin, turning Jasper to him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"The other night... I knew what you were thinking. Don't ever think like that. If you get depressed you could call me. We could-" Jasper cut him off.

"Maria doesn't allow us phones." Jasper said, and he tried to pull away, but Edward held him firm.

"Jasper. I'll be back in a few days. I promise."

"That's what they all say," Jasper repeated, and Edward frowned before pulling out a wad of money. He looked at it for a moment before handing it all to Jasper, who felt the color drain from his face.

"I'll make sure you're okay."

Jasper thumbed his finger over the money over the money, shaking his head in protest, but was silenced by a pair of cool lips.

He left the car with tears in his eyes.


"You fucking prick."

Jasper was slammed up against his thin apartment wall by a long haired blond man with tears in his eyes. A shaky hand ran down Jaspers skin, confirming his presence before Peter released a shaky breath and clutched Jasper to his chest.

"I fucking thought...I thought Maria or some sick fuck had- I thought." Peter stumbled over his words. Jasper pressed his forehead to Peters and both men stilled, breathing together.

Charlotte looked on from across the room, smiling at the two. She had known them long enough not to be jealous. Jasper and Peter had a language of their own, forged over years of sharing beds and waking each other from nightmares. Peter dragged Jasper to the couch, and they sat squished together as Jasper showed the two all the food he had brought home. Then he pulled out the wad of money. Peter stilled, and Charlotte moved across the room demanding attention.

"Who is he? What'd he do?" Charlotte asked, eyes narrowing. Nothing came for free, and there wasn't a prince charming coming to save anyone. Jasper felt worry wash over Charlotte, and he frowned.

"He just... He." Jasper couldn't think of the right words, so he pulled down his sweater, revealing the bite on his lower neck. The room went silent.

"What the fuck is that?...Jasper. Jasper what the fuck?" Peter screamed, and he grabbed Jasper slowly to examine the wound.

"It's a vampire bite. The guy sucked his blood," Charlotte answered, and Peter turned to his girlfriend in confusion.

"How do you know?" He asked carefully, and Charlotte looked at her feet.

"Maria brought them once. They took a small quiet girl named Angela. I never saw her again."

Peter turned back to Jasper, and Jasper could feel the fear radiating off him.

"Jasper, what'd you get yourself into?"

"Edward was nice... He paid me well and bought me breakfast.... He... He's not bad" Jasper said quietly. Peter grabbed the money, counting quickly as his face got more and more pale.

"Jasper. There is over four thousand dollars here." Peters voice was shaking. Even Charlotte froze at this, disbelief spilling through her mask.

"We could leave here. You guys could get married." Jasper said quietly.

"It's not worth it for you to be in danger," Peter said smoothly, and Jasper started getting angry.

"Every fucking day we stay here we're in danger. Do I have to wait for the sick bastard to come finish the job, or until I finally get the courage to fucking end it myself? I have no future here. If this is it, if this is my life forever, I don't want to live anymore. I want a fucking plan Peter. I need a plan Peter." By the end Jasper was crying, and Peter gathered him in his arms.

"We'll make a plan. We'll save money, I promise Jasper. Don't give up," Peter whispered. Jasper buried his head in Peter's sweater and let himself believe the promise.