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Okay, Jasper thought as he mentally prepared himself to enter the run down building, If it comes to a fight I can take care of myself. It's not like I'm new to this.

He grasped the handle and pulled the door open, and what he saw made his heart skip a beat. The angel that danced toward him was stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful. There was no other way to describe her. She looked like a pixie goddess with her small, pointed features, and short spiky hair. And the emotions radiating from her! He had never felt such emotions. The love, the compassion, the pure goodness of her left him dumbstruck. He felt his heart break a little with yearning.

There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted her, and even less doubt that he didn't deserve her. Couldn't she see that? Then why was she coming over here with all of those feeling of hers hanging in the air as obviously as if she'd painted them on a billboard.

This must be some sort of torture devised for him by the gods. He couldn't blame them, had to give them credit actually for doing their job so thoroughly. If they could send his monstrous soul to hell, then they'd make him his own personal hell on earth.

His thoughts were interrupted by a beautifully musical voice saying "You've kept me waiting a long time."

He couldn't help but bow his head in embarrassment, and shame. Embarrassment over being caught thinking such thoughts in the presence of a lady, and shame because he knew that he wasn't worth waiting for. Shame because he was too much of a coward to tell her that.

He said the only thing that he could, "I'm sorry, ma'am." though she would never know just how much he was apologizing for.

When the strange and beautiful girl held out her hand Jasper took it without giving it a moments thought. He knew that he didn't deserve her, that she deserved better, but he was just so tired of being alone, and he wanted her too much to let her go.

When they looked into each other's eyes, time stood still for Jasper. For just a moment his past didn't matter, his guilt didn't matter, his suffering didn't matter, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was her, and the fact that she made him feel things that he hadn't felt before. For the first time since he'd been turned, he felt hope.

The moment ended, and the remorse flooded back to him, but this time he pushed it to the back of his mind, resolving that he'd just have work that much harder at being worthy of her. As long as he was willing to try, didn't he deserve a chance? He wanted so much to believe that he did.

With hands clasped the two of them left. Jasper had no idea what the future would hold, but with such an embodiment of perfection at his side, how could they not improve? Unless the gods really did try to punish him for wanting something so good, so perfect. But he was willing to take the chance if she was.

What he assumed was blind optimism rolled of off her in waves. Little did he know that she wasn't quite as ignorant to the future as he was………

***Okay, so there's the end of chapter 2. Hope everyone likes it. I'll try to update the story at least every couple of days, so look forward to chapter 3 really soon. I'm still not entirely certain where I'm going with this story, but I'm enjoying writing it, so that's all that matters! Don't forget to review. Laters!***