*Jemima*

I was walking through the deserted school, down corridors bathed in a grey fog that sent a shiver up my spine. A feeling of fear and a desperate need stole through me. I looked around, noticing every shadow in the dark school. I looked down at myself; I was wearing a knee-length white nightdress, like I had been at home, and my feet were bare. I knew there was someone there, or something. I felt the same uneasy feeling that I'd felt earlier when I was walking home. The lights flickered and buzzed above me, churning the fog, and making me jump. I strained to see, feeling something happen to me physically that had no affect on my body here.

And then I saw him.

The angel.

Jasper.

I should have been happy to see him, shouldn't I? Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Jasper was standing at the other end of the long corridor. I looked for his golden eyes. But all I could see was red. The colour of spilt blood. I gasped, and he looked up. His brilliant red eyes were fixed on me. The lights above me flickered again. And he was gone. The fear within me catapulted, and I ran. I didn't know where I was running, but I ran there fast.

Suddenly, I felt...calm. My surroundings seemed to wash away. I sunk slowly to the ground, a blanket of peace wrapped around me...The pleasant feelings left as fast as they came. I felt as if I was spinning, or falling. I felt sick with fear once more. Was that Jasper's face? His eyes? Red...

Danger.

Suddenly, my surroundings stopped, and I could see where I was.

I recognized the place. It was the forest that surrounded my new home. Trees like green mountains towered above me, and the thick fog that had followed me from the school rolled across the carpet of pine needles on the damp, earthy ground. I couldn't tell if it was night or day, as the trees blocked any light that might have come through. There was something ethereal about the wood, something beautiful. But it was a terrifying beauty...like Jasper. As if my thoughts summoned him, he appeared. He appeared as a dark shadow, standing between two of the trees. I whimpered quietly, and stumbled backwards, my bare feet slipping on the moist tree roots.

"Jasper..." My whisper stole through the trees.

The figure didn't respond...for a little while. Suddenly, he began to walk forward. I gasped again, this time with more fear. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, and my fight or flight instinct kicked in. Throwing myself backwards, I started to run. I ran with a speed that only pure fear could muster. Bracken and sharp branches caught at my legs as I flew through the trees, although it seemed as if I wasn't going anywhere. I could hear him behind me, or at least the sounds that he caused. The air whistled, and wood snapped. I dodged any obstacles, for awhile. My bare foot caught on a protruding root, and I was sent flying forward. I hit the ground hard, hitting my chest on another root. Slowly, I rolled off of the root, winded. Facing the ground, I coughed, trying to ease the searing pain in my chest. An iron taste filled my mouth, and I spat out blood.

Shaking, I rolled onto my back...

Jasper was there. He stood before me. I pushed myself up onto my hands, but the pain in my chest forced me to fall back onto the ground. I cried out, clutching at my chest.

I heard nothing, but Jasper was there, beside me. I scrambled away from him, but he was fast. In one fluid movement, his hand touched my face. I screamed, but there was...nothing...nothing but a fleeting touch on my lips.

I watched him as he drew his finger back, a droplet of my blood sparkled red on tip of his finger.

Transfixed with terror, I watched as he brought his finger to his lips. Slowly, indulgently, he put his finger to his lips. Closing his blood red eyes in pleasure, he licked the blood from his finger. With inhuman silence, Jasper leant forward, his eyes fixed on mine. I was too terrified and exhausted to move, as Jasper put his face close to mine as if to kiss me. Turning away at the last moment, Jasper's lips whispered across my skin as he made his way to my neck.

Jasper kissed the skin above my jugular and caressed my hair and neck with his long fingers. His movements were so delicate, so sensual, that I would have mistaken them as affectionate ones, if I hadn't had seen what he had done with my blood.

In under a second, Jasper's hand closed on my throat, and his teeth sunk into my neck. I screamed.