Chapter 5: Preparations (continued)
This is a flashback to 7 months ago and picks up with a recap from the last chapter
Jasper stood in a hotel bathroom, staring in a smudged mirror, a hundred years of thoughts turning through his mind. He unscrewed the top of a hot pink container of Wet and Wild Mascara. Cheap, but long lasting. He dragged the ink black brush under each eyelid, slowly coating each lash. Heavy eyeliner on each eye, and shimmery shadow on each brow bone. Leaning over the vanity, he took in his perfect face.
He always left his lips bare.
He looked down at is toned, hard frame and smiled to himself. Dressed in skin tight leather, heavy silver chains, and cloaked in sex appeal. His prey would be helpless. It was almost too easy.
Jasper liked gay clubs. Human men were uninhibited and wild, and his flirtations always led to an easy meal. Straight clubs were too complicated, women were always on the lookout for predators, the men were chasing the women, or accusing him of cock blocking. Whenever he wanted to cheat on the "Cullen Diet" he would leave for a weekend, take a trip down to LA and feast on boy toys.
After a last look in the mirror, he was off. He avoided the normal modes of transportation and decided to "climb and sprint" as he liked to call it. A combination of climbing buildings at lightening speed, leaping over rooftops, and sprinting through dark alleys. It was exhilarating, the closest thing to actual flight.
It wasn't just the diet that made him feel a prisoner to the Cullen life. He was sick of the family time, Carlisle's patronizing lectures, and Edward's complete neglect of privacy by getting in his head. He hated Emmett's dull witted jokes, Esme's concerned looks, and Rosalie's attitude problem. And, as much as it pained him to admit it to himself…he was tired of Alice. She was a sweet girl, and his first and only love. But after 50 years of her companionship, he craved something new. Something more.
He rounded the corner of his destination. "Long Dong Silvers," best gay club on the west coast. The bouncer checked his ID, gave him a lingering once over, and let him in. He could hear the music before he even opened the door.
He loved this music. Androgynous, British voices chanting over throbbing, bass heavy beats. Distorted synthesizers and clapping hands somehow brought out the animal that was hiding inside him. He stood at the top of set of short stairs and gazed out over the dance floor. There were nearly 100 people already crowding the floor. Flaming bois and fag hags, leather men and twinks, the place was packed with choices.
As the music reached a crescendo, someone caught his eye. The man was facing away from Jasper. About 3 inches shorter than his 6'2", lean but muscled, with a high, tight rear. In the dim lighting the man had dark hair, and wore a white tank top with low slung jeans. It wasn't his body that caught Jasper's eye though, it was the movement. Jasper had never seen someone dance this way before. The man swayed from side to side, dropping his ass and popping it back up again. Swirling, turning and gyrating in an intoxicating manner. His foot work was so fast and so precise; his legs were a constant, fluid motion.
Jasper slowly made his away across the dance floor. Without even introducing himself, he came up behind the dancer. He lined his crotch up the man's ass and began a circular, rhythmic pumping motion. The dancer felt him and moved his body in sync. They were both immediately body rolling and bump n' grinding against each other's bodies. As the DJ switched tracks to a new song, the dancer turned around. Their eyes locked and time stood still.
It was Edward.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, I hope you like it. Please comment!