A/N: I own nothing. Sigh.
"All right," I sighed. "I grew up in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. A Native American reservation, to be precise. I was an only child, but I had lots of friends, and my parents loved me, even if they didn't love each other…"
"Your parents weren't in love?" Jasper asked.
"My father loved my mother more than she loved him. She treated him like a friend, not a lover. And she was depressed all the time. Sure, she put on a brave face for me, for him, but I could still see her sadness."
"How were you turned?" Jasper asked softly.
"I was walking home from school, by myself, and suddenly I was pulled into an alley by a red-haired woman. I didn't see her face, though. She bit my neck, and I could feel myself slipping away, until she stopped drinking- then I felt the venom. She left me in that alley, burning; I don't know how I didn't scream. Three days later, my best friend was out looking for me. The whole town was. And-" I broke off my train of thought.
"Instinct," Jasper whispered. "Acting on instinct."
"When I realized what I was, and what I had done, I nearly went insane. I tried drowning myself in the ocean that was so close to my home. I went from state to state, drinking uncontrollably, until I could finally form a coherent thought."
"You weren't a newborn anymore."
"Right. Then I began to travel the world, trying to learn as much as I could. I love knowledge; I always enjoyed school. I skulk about in alleys at night. I kill the drunks, the druggies, that kind of scum. I figure no one would miss them, and I'm doing them a favor. I never touch women or children. That would damn my soul for certain," I said gravely.
"If that were true, then I'm going to burn for eternity," Jasper said, a slight laugh in his voice.
I looked at him questioningly. "What do you mean? I kill people. How is my soul safe?"
"If you stop, like I have, you feel…different. Like you have repented in some way. Even though you can't change the past, you can make the future better," he persuaded.
"So that's what I can get from going off with a complete stranger- the well-being of my immortal soul?" I laughed.
He nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"Whatever," I scoffed. "Now let's blow this joint. I want to show you something."
Having left a tip for the waitress, we both got up and left the diner. Our arms were wrapped around each other as I led Jasper to a secluded spot a couple hundred miles away.
A/N: So where will Sophie-Anne lead our sexy southern boy? Will her true identity be revealed? As always, reviews are lovely.