Alone
I sat on a boulder with my head in my hands, sobbing tearlessly. The loneliness was just too much. It had been at least six months since my awakening, and I hadn't had any intimate contact or conversations with anyone. The only times I talked to humans was when I couldn't restrain myself, and then ate them. It wasn't exactly the best relationship. And the single reason I knew other vampires existed was due to my in-explicable visions.
Those mysterious visions were the only things that kept me going. They promised that someday I would be with Jasper, and that we would eventually belong somewhere. Someday I would have a family. But how far away was that someday? I had gathered that vampires were immortal from my visions. I had all eternity to find these people… but I wanted it to happen sooner. I couldn't be alone for much longer. The depression would kill me.
But it couldn't kill me. I had fallen off a two-story balcony, and survived. I doubted anything could kill me. Oddly enough, that fact merely added to my depression, and I sobbed harder.
When my ragged breathing returned to normal, I closed my eyes and searched for a vision. I now had more control over my mind, and I could easily reduce the pain to the level of simple static electricity. I could conjure the images up into my mind at any time, in addition to the random visions that flickered through me spontaneously. I was also slowly gaining the ability to focus it of one person or group of people. I was proud of my abilities, and I practiced often. I had plenty of time.
My body became very still, and I concentrated fiercely on finding Jasper. I twitched ever so slightly when I felt a small shock. I didn't even notice the sounds of footsteps in the distance I was so engrossed in what I saw.
Jasper was reading. He was in a large - empty - library sitting at a large table alone, with the space normally occupied by people covered in stacks of books. Many referred to vampires, and myths or legends. The remainder was mostly scholarly books, perhaps text-books. He was completely engrossed in a book about the Civil War, and he barely noticed when a young human woman sat lightly on the edge of his table.
"Can I help you?" He murmured, attempting to make his voice un-attractive. He failed. His eyes never left the large volume before him.
"Perhaps I could help you?" She suggested, and Jasper looked up to see her unbuttoning her blouse. Her skin was flushed, and the scent of her blood filled an area too large for her own good. Alice watched as the bloodlust filled Jasper's eyes, and he looked up from her chest to her throat. A devious smile lit up his features, and the red glow of his eyes made him appear demonic.
Fear replaced the foolish woman's arousal, and before she could scream he had covered her mouth and rushed her through the abandoned building to a bathroom where he could dine in ensured privacy.