Here's Chapter One, hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter One: Bloodlust
Jasper POV
High school was really starting to look like hell to me. The throng s of hormonal teenagers, sending lust, frustration and depression at me was almost too much too handle sometimes. Of course, it wasn't really their fault; they didn't know I could feel what they did. Still, I really should ask Carlisle to let me drop out. Another year, and I don't think I could take it.
Today of course, was much worse than normal, and not because my siblings were unusually lusty, thanks to all the teenage boys at this school. All the human emotions today were a very powerful mix of lust and curiosity, and maybe some jealousy. Very annoying. We had a new girl in school, the daughter of police chief Charlie Swan. Bella Swan. Every one was curious, but I was getting a lot of jealousy, even resentment and dislike from the females, and intense lust from all the males. My siblings, thankfully, didn't care.
Poor girl. She didn't need those annoying emotions on her first day. She was scared silly, and a bit annoyed, which didn't really help my emotional state either.
"What does the new girl think of us?" Alice whispered to Edward, staring discreetly at her. After a minute of concentration, Edward's frustration swept over me.
"No idea. I can't hear her." Funny, because I could feel her emotional presence. I glanced at her, the same time she looked at our table. She was very pretty, for a human girl, but I looked away quickly, quicker than her in her embarrassment. It wasn't like I could do anything about it. I knew a lot more beautiful people-vampires. Not that they had interested me any.
"Who are they?" I heard a soft voice, hers, asking Jessica Stanley. She was obviously talking about us, because Jessica turned to stare at us shamelessly.
"The blondes are Rosalie and Jasper Hale. Rosalie is with the big guy, Emmett Cullen. The other boy, Edward Cullen, is with Alice Cullen, the little black-haired girl. They all were adopted by Dr. Cullen and his wife. They live outside town. Jasper is the only single one, but don't waste your time. No one here is good enough for him, apparently." I laughed quietly, stopping when Bella Swan looked over at us again. I met her gaze curiously, and she dropped hers, embarrassed.
"Of course not, no." She stammered out to her friend, and didn't look at us again. My siblings left me to go to their classes together, while I headed to History, albeit grudgingly. Though it was my favourite subject, I already knew everything our less than creative teacher came up with. I had lived through most of it, and had already studied the rest countless times. Then she entered. I smelled her scent for the first time, and I tensed. Her scent was so luscious, so absolutely appealing. My throat burned furiously, venom welling in my mouth. I also realized that I was sitting beside the only empty seat in the classroom, when Mrs. Lewington sent her my way. I didn't know if this was a good thing or not. My vampires self was ecstatic. My logical self, my Cullen self, not so much. I stiffened even more, crazed with my thirst. She was suspicious when she saw me. A little hurt, a little angry.
Her scent, though, was overpowering to her emotions. I needed it, her blood. I could easily kill her now, but the other students troubled me. I knew, if I were to do it here, I would have to kill them too. Unfair, but not really hard either.
Her hand stirred the air, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and the scent washed over me again. Then someone dropped their textbook. That one sound pulled me back, and I knew I had to resist. To be strong enough. At least wait until I had her alone. I pictured my family then, and Carlisle most especially. I couldn't let my family down again. I stopped breathing then, and that made it easier for me to think clearly. I would wait. I would follow her home, spare the lives of the other students. Easier then, when I could go slow, enjoy her blood, and then make it look like an accident, like she killed herself. I spent the rest of the period in silence, contemplating ways to kill Bella Swan.