Mini fic inspired by 'Three', by GemmaLisax. What if there isn't just one mate for Vampires? What if there are two? AU Twilight. Bella, Edward, Jasper. Darksper. Violence. Slash.
I wrote this one a while ago, it's just a short fic at the moment, but let me know your thoughts and I may continue.
It's not PWP but there's a lot of the first P, if you get me.
All the vamps belong to Stephanie Meyer, I just make them do bad things ;)
Jasper
Jasper broke the lock on the front door with ease, turning the handle and quietly opening it, stepping inside immediately.
He shut it behind him with a gentle thud.
Two heartbeats in the house, both upstairs.
His nostrils flared slightly, the sweet, intoxicating aroma of human blood making his throat burn, venom pooling in his mouth.
Delicious.
He was in the room with them faster than a blink of an eye, his eyes noting their close position on the bed and naked figures with amusement.
Jasper studied them for a moment. This was dinner, and he had no qualms about killing the couple in front of him. No guilt, no regret. He would forget about them the second he stepped out of the door.
He was hungry, but his bloodlust was only mildly bubbling in the pit of his stomach. Sometimes he liked to play with his food, hear them scream, the panic only making their blood taste sweeter.
The faster the heartbeat, the quicker the blood sprays into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat all slick and fucking hot and delicious.
As he watched the couple sleep, their heartbeats thudding loudly in the quiet room, he didn't feel the urge to make them scream.
It wasn't that he particularly cared how they died. He didn't.
But he could taste their emotions, and the calmness and adoration that was flooding their sleeping bodies was like a drug. A different kind of drug to fear and panic, because that tasted sweet too, but this…this was a relaxant.
He bent over the woman first, his hand brushing her soft waist. She shivered in her sleep as he softly inhaled against her neck.
He wanted her artery, to feel it gushing against his tongue, but he didn't want her to scream, so he went for the middle of her throat instead.
Messier, but quiet.
Her body twitched as his teeth easily broke her flesh, and Jasper moaned softly as he tasted her.
She was awake now; he could feel it in the way her heart thundered violently.
The sound was delicious.
He couldn't feel any pain from her, he'd taken enough blood before she woke that it didn't hurt. Instead he could taste her disbelief, her confusion, her sadness.
She didn't want to die. Of course not. But mortality was so fragile, so short. What was her life to him?
Jasper lifted his head from the woman, licking the blood of his bottom lip as he glanced to her husband.
He was awake, staring at Jasper through, wide, panic filled eyes.
Oh well, Jasper thought with a smirk, lunging to the man as he screamed and begged for help.
A/N Mostly short chapters coming. Let me know what you think!
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