A/N: Peter helps an EXTREMELY thirsty Jasper.
"Jasper," I chided gently, "go for the easy kill. You're torturing yourself. Ignore your gift, or at least murder them quickly." I awkwardly placed a hand on the blonde-haired vampire's back.
He lifted his head to stare at me. "Peter, I'm a monster. I don't want to have to feel their fear anymore. I just want to die. It's torturing me," he whimpered, his black irises startling me.
"We're going hunting," I offered, half-ignoring him. "Do you want to come?"
He had managed to go a month without feeding, and he was getting desperate. I could tell he was fighting an inner war. Finally, he gave up. "Fine," he growled.
I had never seen a vampire kill so monstrously and so much than I did Jasper Whitlock.