A DEADLY SIN
Disclaimer: Jasper and his past belong to Stephenie Meyer, the plot of this, though, belongs to me.
WARNING: This talks about Jasper being gay. Get over yourselves, I don't want to hear any crap about this, NO FLAMING HIS ORIENTATION. I know the book says nothing about him being gay, this is a FANfiction, hence it is not written by the amazing Stephenie Meyer, but me, a humble fan. If you like what you see, I will be posting another fanfic in a week or two, that one will have a serious Lemon and yes, it will be a yaoi fanfic. So sit back and read this fanfiction. It's short and not well written but it's a prequel to what's to come. () [P.S. I will love you forever if you comment, unless they are flames.
13/3/1896
To whoever finds this:
I am Jasper Whitlock, and it seems that I am going to die, here in Austin. If I die, I want to be remembered. I should be 20 at this point but I am frozen at 17. Why? I am a vampire. Changed by a beautiful vampire named Maria, I thirst for blood, any blood but especially human blood. I fought in her forces until this point. I have the strange power to feel what people are feeling and changing it. I hated, and still hate, the feeling of hatred and bloodlust I feel all around me. I do not wish to go any deeper into my past because I harbor a terrible past. I want this final entry to be an apology.
It wasn't long after joining Maria until we left for El Paso, Texas, there I met someone amazing. They felt strong feelings of lust and what I think is love whenever they saw me, I never sought to change it. I reveled in it; it was so different from what I had felt earlier. I loved them too. With a passion. I was young, and confused, and I couldn't control myself, but I followed them around, even when I was supposed to be waiting for twilight to fight for the territory. I thirsted for their blood, but I thirsted more for their affection. Lord, forgive me, but "they" was a man. His name was Steven. He was beautiful, more beautiful than the vampires I shared a life with. He was 5'11 with sandy hair and eyes the color of tumbleweed. It was so strange finding that a man loved me, but more men love men than people could wish to imagine. I went out of my way to speak with him one day, it started with "Howdy" and ended with me brushing my stone lips to his warm ones, then running faster than the eye could make out. Soon after that, we started an innocent relationship, early in the dawn and right before dusk we would hold hands, whisper sweet proclamations of love, or kiss. This went on until I and Maria's army had to leave for Waco, by that point our innocent touches became much less innocent and more and more lusty. I hate to admit, but I committed a severe crime, two actually. I committed sodomy firstly. How could I not? I was leaving, he could not follow, he lusted for me and I lusted for him. It just happened that day. He did not regret it and I never will. It was an experience never to be rivaled. Here is what I regret the most though, I told him I was a vampire………….then killed him. Mortals were never to know of our existence. Maria had said something about a Volturi, a group of vampires who eliminated other vampires who revealed our existence. I had to. I didn't touch his blood though. It was hard, it sang to me, like a coyote in the desert. But I just snapped his neck and walked away. The hardest thing I ever did. Kill the man I loved, the only man I loved. That was my deadly sin. I'm already damned, when I die, God has reserved a space for my damnation. But I don't care, I already regret it. My deadly sin.
I am about to die, here in Austin, because I am in a territory that is to remain untouched but I am so thirsty. So I bid you, dear reader, adieu. See you in hell.
Jasper Whitlock
