Jasper went out of town for a while, staying in a small bungalow with some human "friends" whose blood tasted quite delicious. After a week or so, Jasper decided that he would go back to his own house. He wasn't going to let that stupid little old woman kick him out. How dare she even attempt it?
Sadly, when he arrived home, it wasn't exactly how he left it. The door was smashed into splinters, lying on the floor pitifully. The inside had fared no better, all his contents lied sprawled on the floor, a lamp in shards and his T.V. toppled over. It seemed to him that someone was there, looking for something that must've been important. Especially to break his television, he liked his T.V. shows a lot, after all. But the question was did they find it? Who was it? And how can I make their death as painful as possible? Jasper guessed that it was either Mrs. Winters –the stupid old bat- or the police.
They were probably looking for some evidence to put against him.
Jasper
smiled to himself manically. How could the Cullens refuse the sweet,
rich taste of human blood? Animals' had that awful after taste, and
had that gritty feeling.
Humans' blood was to die for.
Jasper sighed and fell down on the small bed in his room, he didn't even know why he had it, he just bought on impulse really. Half the stuff in his house was impulse-buying. But he didn't have to worry much about money; he hardly needed heating or food, after all.
Jasper, though, was bored. There was only so much to do
as a vampire. He would play with the police. See if they had
ransacked his house. If they were close to finding out the truth.
He
would turn himself in.
He knew even as he came up with the idea it was very stupid. But what better way was there to not only entertain him, but also get several free meals and the answer to several questions rushing round in his head.
He marched up the steps to the police station, pretending to feel awful for what he done as he did so. He went up to the gum-chewing female at the front desk and asked, politely, to speak to the chief policeman.
The female gestured with a waving hand to the door on the
right, and he walked in. He ignored the humans that he walked passed,
focused purely on the door straight down the corridor.
He
explained to the officer that he had done wrong and felt really
guilty. Seeing the suspicious look on the man's face, he sent waves
of sureness to the man, who fell instantly under the spell.
It
took a week, but soon enough he was behind bars, pretending to look
guilty and self-hating through the whole ordeal.
Jasper was
put in a tiny cell and left on his own.
The door slamming echoed
through the corridor, making him wince slightly at the sound.
He
could hear the prison guards talking in the next room, they seemed to
think it was weird he turned himself in. Jasper just sat there deep
in thought all night. 'Let them ponder,' Jasper thought, 'they
will be entertaining as they stumble through the fabricated lies and
half-truths.'
The next day he met an old friend of his
named Peter. They talked for a while during lunch-time, and since
both were vampires they decided to make a plan. The next night they
would make an escape together, get the information Jasper needed
while making the cops pay dearly.
A lot of them would be spending
their last night working there in the prison.
The others will be thank full they didn't work the night shift.