Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Jasper sat up on his couch and stretched. He was looking forward to the supposed dinner that night. "I have to make a good impression on Mr. Anderson" he thought to himself. But he couldn't think about that yet first he had some business to take care of. He pushed his gorgeous blonde hair behind his ears and grinned a wide but evil smile showing his pearl white teeth. He gathered his things and gently closed the door behind him. He headed off down the lane nodding at his nosy neighbour Mrs. Winters who seemed to be always peering around her old stained curtains at him.
It was quite a cold morning and most people were wearing woollen knitted scarves around their necks which would make it hard to feast on them. He walked on and turning corners leading to dark alleyways and suspicious looking streets. He took a sharp right climbed some steps and there he was standing outside No.74 Cobblers Street. He reached out a cold hand and knocked firmly on the brown oak wood door. "Who's there?" called a shaky voice. "Oh just an old pal" said Jasper in a calm clear voice. "Oh um…" mumbled the voice. "Just open the door!" shouted Jasper. "Alright I'm coming" he said. The old man got up and opened the door.
Jasper leapt knocking him down and bit his neck. The man's blood trickled through Jasper's teeth and he licked his lips. The old man was dead. Jasper hoped they wouldn't find the body until he was long gone. He shut the door behind him and ran. He came to an old hotel and walked inside. Out side the hotel it looked like a rotten old dirty shack but inside it was a four star hotel. It had huge hand woven carpets covering the floor and silk curtains on all the long crystal clear windows. There was the nicest, most beautiful chandelier hanging from the centre of the roof and all the furniture was made of fine quality mahogany wood. There were huge portraits of famous Kings, Queens, Lords and Ladies and all important people. Jasper gracefully walked into the dining room and told the waiter he had booked a table for two. She seated him and minutes later Mr. Anderson arrived and sat down opposite him.
The waitress took their orders a large lobster meal for Mr. Anderson and a coffee for Jasper, it was the only human food he could bare to taste. He gulped down the coffee wrinkling his nose and said "So business Mr. Anderson, what about this job?" "Well Jasper, I'm afraid you have all the necessary qualities but the job position has been filled" said Mr. Anderson with slight hesitation. "I thought you said I was the first to get the job if I was right" Jasper informed him in a furious voice. "Yes well there have been some changes and I think a human would be more suitable" Mr. Anderson muttered and then realising what he had said he quickly said "I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back" and off he went. Jasper waited patiently and when the man came back Jasper stood up and said "I understand I'm just not suitable". "You do?" asked Mr. Anderson surprised. Mr. Anderson turned to leave and Jasper pretended to do likewise he really just stood behind a corner until Mr. Anderson was out of sight and then he followed him home.
When he got there Jasper was very irritable, but as Mr. Anderson got out of his car Jasper ran up and bit him again draining the man of his blood and life. He didn't like killing so much but obviously Mr. Anderson knew that Jasper was a vampire and it was too risky if he told anyone. But then someone caught his attention. It was Mrs. Anderson who had been coming out to greet her husband but instead had seen him being killed by a vampire. Jasper had to finish the job. He followed the woman as she ran inside and when she was dead he left satisfied.