Wow. Jasper's house was beautiful. It was, as expected, in a secluded area. A forest, in fact. A simple red-brick house tucked quietly away in the woods. Romantic, I thought. "After you, ma'am," Jasper said, as he opened the door. He still hadn't lost his Southern flair.
Inside, the house was cozy. Small, simple, and very comfortable. His house was basically divided into two. One side, for a couch and fireplace, as well as a door leading into the bathroom. The other was a large wooden table, with lots of paperwork scattered all over. Some bits were balled up, the others shredded to pieces.
"Make yourself at home," he said, gesturing towards the couch. He lit the fireplace, just to add some light in the room. The atmosphere was very tense. It was too silent, but what was there to say to this half-stranger?
Though he clearly gestured towards the couch, I made straight for the table. "Hey!" he growled as I snatched up a piece. "Put. That. Down." His order came rough, angry. I smiled playfully, sticking out my tongue at him. I saw in my head, that he was just about to charge at me. Just as he leapt, I took one step to the side. He crashed onto the floor with a loud bang. My smile became wider. Childishly, I stuck the paper in his nose, and as he made for a grab, I simply bounded away. I had an advantage after all, why not use it? His expression now was no longer furious, but of pure irritation. "Give it back!" he shouted.
I refused once again. This time, we began a fast paced game of tag in his house. I was a little too quick for him. Eventually, I was tired of the game, and sat down on the couch. Lunge one, he missed and crashed on the floor beside the couch. Lunge two, he hit his target alright, and we were both knocked down on the floor. Luckily, his red carpet was there to absorb the shock, else we might have made a tiny dent on the floor.
Growling, he snatched back the paper, and balled it up. "But why?" I asked innocently, rolling over so that we were laying side-by-side. His jaw was clenched now. "Because… because that's my past, and I don't want you to see them."
I laughed heartily. "But jasper! I've already seen them! In my visions remember? Come on, give it to me!" I said. "Please?" I stared at him, puppy-eyed and pouting. "Fine…" he grumbled, before handing back the paper.
I rolled on my stomach, and examined the paper carefully. It was a battle plan. I gave Jasper a questioning look. He sighed, then began to explain the diagram.
"This one here, in blue, marks out the amount of space we had to move. Then the red dots were our enemies. 1899, hmm, that was Benjamin's coven we were up against. All newborns. Ah, that was a bloody fight. Right right, these dots in yellow was our coven, Maria's. The green line was where we would move. Newborns you see, have a rather predictable hunting pattern…" Jasper continued explaining, telling his stories of war, of chaos. After we were done with that plan, he began on another, and another and another.
That's how we spent our first night together.
AN : here's the second chapter. Dedicated to Red Reaper. First person to review! Hehe. Hope you guys are enjoying it so far. Suggestions&Reviews!
xoxo, Cheska