Author: Another short drabble for Jasper and Alice. Oh, how I love them!
While he wishes he could escape this
But it all seems so contagious
Not to be yourself and faceless
In a song that has no soul – Innocent: Our Lady Peace
Innocent
Jasper growled. The sound was low in his alabaster chest. Maria turned her head, watching him. He was standing at the helm of the newborns. He was ready to fight. To lead them into a battle they could not win. He was hers. At least, that 's what she thought.
She was wrong.
Jasper was not hers. He hated this lifestyle. He was losing his humanity with every battle. Every snarl was another painful reminder that he was not human. He had lost his humanity. He had lost everything.
Peter came back to get him. He held out his hand and delivered Jasper from the old life he had known. A painful life.
Alice had reached out as well. She had taken his hand… and recreated the innocent hope within his still heart.