Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, otherwise I wouldn't be writing FanFiction.
Preface
"Jasper? Jasper, this isn't funny!" I looked to my left, toward the window, to find
Jasper outside by a tree looking frantically left to right, probably afraid he would find me.
Apparently he found out that I saw his little "collection" of magazines. Oh, but these weren't just magazines, these were PLAYBOY magazines! Every original first copy since the day they first came out; all neatly aligned in mint condition stored in a huge, glass case.
And you wonder how did you not see a huge, glass case around, Alice? Well, I had recently been noticed Jasper wasn't here very often, and he would never tell me where he went. Until cleaning his room one day I found a little bunny in the back corner of his closet nail to the floor. When I tried to pick it up, without much strength, its ears simply bent over, and sure enough, a small square, just large enough for someone to fit through in the bottom of the closet shifted. It lifted just enough for someone to put there hand in the crack and lift it off the rest of the way. So I did just that, jumped down, to find a whole other full-size basement.
Now this was a large, nicely furnished basement that looked more like it should have been in an old Austin Powers movie than a modern vampire's house; not the dingy type people would find in an old spy movie. It had the circular rotating bed and everything. This was where I found his oh, so prized collection of magazines.
"Jasper!" I yelled out the window and he took off running, though he knew I was faster.
"Jasper," I said calmly after catching up to him. "We need to talk." He slowed his pace, allowing for a more comfortable space between us.
"Okay, before you start, I'm sorry, I should have told you. I should never have let her kiss me…or for that matter, let her take me that far," he mumbled the last line and closed his eyes, trying to hide the feeling he was getting from just thinking about whoever this "her" was.
"Now if you don't mind," he froze for a moment, turning back toward the house. "I need to be alone for a little while…"
"OH NO YOU DON'T! So are you going to go to your little…" I trailed off, processing what he just said; unable to speak at the shock of what he just admitted. And with that, he left for the house again, leaving me with my finger in the air, feeling unwanted and alone
So that's the preface. This is going to be my first FanFic, so please give constructive criticism. This is pretty OOC. Please review so I know I should post the other chapters. I've got a whole twisted plot written out so this doesn't end up being yet another of my not finished stories. Thanks!
Deadly Silent,
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