This is Jasper's story. This story starts from his birth all the way to the day of the massacre in the Rosenerro Manor. Enjoy!

"He's beautiful!" Exclaims a women with rose-red hair and sapphire eyes.

"Of course he is-you're his mother." A man with chestnut brown hair and piercing green eyes says to the women-his wife.

"What should we name him?" The women asks the man. He looks into his son's brown eyes.

"How about Jasper." The man says.

"Jasper," The women says to her son, love ringing in her voice. "Welcome to the world."

Two Years Later

Jasper's POV

"Lord Jasper, may I get you a snack?" Asks our family maid, Susan.

"No, I'm good. Mother already fed me this morning." I tell her.

"Very well." She bows, then leaves the room. I sigh and say to myself,

"Life is so dull around here." A piece of hair falls in my face, so I blow it away-back into place. Getting restless, I tap my fingers on the arm rest of my throne. I jump out of my throne and run down the halls. I open a door and run into my father's work room.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell them! The law clearly-" My father stops talking to one of his underlings, and looks at me-standing in the doorway.

"Hello son." He says kindly.

"Hello father!" I exclaim, running up to him. I jump into his lap and accidentally knock papers off his desk as I do so. I see my father eye his underling. The underling jumps back and swiftly picks up the papers, sets them on the desk, then leaves the room. "I hope I'm not bothering you." I say to my father.

"Of course not, Jasper. I always have time for my favorite son."

'I'm your only son." I say laughing. My father rubs my head.

"I'm glad you came. Jasper, there's something your mother and I have to tell you. Zylphia, come in here for a moment." My dad calls to my mum.

"Yes Enoch?" My mother asks, walking in to the room.

"Since Jasper's here, I thought we should tell him the news." Dad says to Mum.

"Great!" She says excitedly. She kneels down next to me on my right. "Jasper, "Mum says in a soothing voice, "I'm going to have a baby."

"A baby?" I ask, confused. "What's that?" Mum and Dad chuckle.

"Jasper, son, you're going to be a big brother." My dad says to me, no longer laughing. My eyes widen. I feel excitement well up inside of me. I jump off Dad's lap and run around the room.

"I'm a big brother, I'm a big brother!" I sing as I run.

Five Months Later

"Happy third birthday, Lord Jasper." A women with slick black hair and grey eyes say to me. She hands a rather large gift to our butler, Luther.

"It's been two hours." I complain to Susan. "How many more people are going to show up?"

"Trust me, for someone of your lineage, Lord, this is a rather small crowd. Wait until your Fifteenth birthday when you're coronation is held." After another hour, the last guest finally shows up. I am sitting in my throne, and empty throne to my left, my mother next to the empty seat, and my father sitting to my other side.

"Presenting the Royal Family. A direct bloodline to the founders of our race. The great, majestic, honorable Blackfang's." Announces my father's head advisor.

"A new child will soon be blessed as a Blackfang." My mother announces. "In about four months, I will be having a second child." Everybody claps and cheers. My father dismisses the group of guests-they all spread out and begin to enjoy the party.

"Susan, what is the cake?" I ask our maid. "It's white fudge with butter crème icing."

"I'll take a slice." I say.

"Jasper, that kind of human food really drains you." My mother warns.

"Fine, I'll have one pint of type O." I tell Susan. As she walks away I tell the maid, "Don't forget my mother's special blend!"