*Jasper*
I hardly knew what I was doing when I climbed through her open window that night, my head was so filled with nothing but her. Her scent. Her pulse. Her feelings.
For some reason, I didn't take her immediately. I felt compelled to just watch. It was intriguing to watch someone sleep, a sight I'd not seen for many years. I felt her emotions change quite suddenly. She tossed and turned a little, her feelings a mess of pure fear and desperation. Her eyes opened slightly, but I knew she wasn't seeing the bedroom. I suddenly felt strange. I felt a need. A need to help her. Focusing on her feelings, I soothed her. I took away the fear and desperation, and replaced them with calm. Absolute calm. Her eyes shut slowly and her tense body relaxed.
My own emotions were a mess too. Maybe that was why I couldn't keep her calm. I felt the nightmare roll over her once more. This time it was worse. I could hear the wet thudding of her heart, as it beat faster and faster. The terror inside her grew, pushing me out completely. Thirst burned in my throat like fire. My mouth was a desert, with nothing but fresh venom being released in instinctive preparation. I felt hunger like I'd never felt it before. Her head turned to one side, her throat open for me. I imagined biting into that warm, white neck. She was pale, not quite as pale as Bella had been, but the moonlight spilling in through her open window made her skin glow with an ethereal white light, like an angel.
Her breathing caught, and my imagination ran away with me. I imagined it was because of me, taking her blood. Her nails scratched at her blanket, and I imagined she was scratching me, her long, elegant fingers intertwining themselves in my hair, trying to pull me off with no effect. Her legs shifted, so that one lay outside of the blanket. I saw her feet curl. Her arms moved beside her head, and she clutched at her pillow. I imagined pinning her arms there with one hand, whilst clutching her smooth, dark hair in the other, holding her in place as I stole her blood.
That delicious blood.
I moved forward, my vision red. I could see the pulse in her bare throat. Her terror hit its climax, as did her nightmare. Her eyes flew open suddenly, and I stopped, frozen above her. Thankfully, my senses had been focused so entirely on her, that I was quick to react to the sudden change within her. Although I did something I never thought I'd do. I ran.
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This chapter's EVEN SHORTER!
Don't worry, it's only Jasper's version of the dream. Jemima's is longer...