Disclaimer: I wish I owned Jasper...but I don't. Stephenie Meyer does...:(
He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He felt how wrong it was deep in his stomach. He knew this was sick and twisted. He couldn't help it. The tease of the blood dripping cautiously from the small wound was too much for him to resist. Today was the last day he would be in that alley. He was sure of it. But he had promised her he would be there. If another vampire was there they would surely kill her. He couldn't bear that on his conscious. He was too much of a Southern Gentleman to let that happen.
The sound of a twig snapping one hundred yards away caught his attention. His ears perked as the blood of a wounded bear cub claimed his senses. This guttural instinct was always the thing that got him into trouble. He loved every minute of it. Forgetting who he was, letting the primal aggression release from his skin like the blood he so desperately sought.
He was in that alley again. He swore he wouldn't go back, but he had to. Approaching footsteps caught his attention. Something was off this time. There were two pairs of feet. Two young girls. At that moment he was glad he came. Vegetarian or not, he couldn't pass up two willing donors.
The sweet irony twang of the forbidden nectar reached him, called to him. He hesitated, it was a different, yet familiar smell. This was the most forbidden of all nectars. The second scent reached him, a little weaker than the other for sweetness and he knew he couldn't keep them waiting. He leapt from his position atop the building, landing all too gracefully behind the new girl. She turned around slowly, although non too gracefully. He was surprised that she could tell that he was behind her. It wasn't until he saw her face that the surprise was replaced by shock.
"Bella?"