Thanks to those who've reviewed, but you still can't have Jasper back XD

This isn't very good but it's something to publish. Im not good at writing from Jasper's point of view so please don't be mean. x

Thanks :)

JPOV

This is it. This is Hell. It has to be. I've been killed and I'm now burning in Hell for the things I've done. The lives I've taken and ruined. I suppose I deserve this. I wanted the best for my homeland, and would stop at nothing to get it. I even killed for it. But I did my duty. That is one fact I can take with me through hell. I did my duty. To my country, my home, and my family. I did my duty.

The burning. It just won't stop. its been like this for days and it just won't end. But every so often, as I open my eyes to get a glimpse of the hell I will be in for eternity, I see something. Faces of women. No. Not just women. Angels. The same three angels I saw that night on my horse, the angels with the red eyes. I keep seeing them at the side of me. Sometimes it's one, sometimes it's two. But it's usually the same angel. No, Jasper. If this truly is hell, then these women are not angels, but demons. My own personal demons.

There is one by my bed now, and it's the one thats usually there. I look at her, my eyes searching the red orbs that look at me. Never moving. Never blinking. I try to make my eyes soft and pleading, begging for the pain to stop, and the fire to subside. But she just stares at me. I don't even know how long it's been. How long I've been burning. How have I not been reduced to ashes yet? It seems my body is still intact, but I suppose anything can happen in hell.

Wait! The fire is... going! My hands are free of it! Perhaps the demon decided to take pity on me after all. Its leaving! Slowly, yes but it is receding. I hope this is not just preparation for something worse. My arms are now free of the fire. Oh, hurry up...

1 Hour Later

So the fire's gone from my body, but it's now in my heart, and it's burning hotter than ever. Burning, scorching, how am I not reduced to nothing by now!

It's going! Going, going, going... gone!

What now? The fires gone, so what torture awaits me now?

No! It's back! In my throat. But... no where else. How strange. It feels like... some sort of thirst?

"Ah, you're awake." A smooth voice distracted me from my thoughts. I was suddenly aware that I was in a room of some sort, lying on a bed. Well, I was on a bed, until about 0.8 seconds ago, as now I'm upright staring at this demon.

"Who are you? What are you?" I demand of the demon. My voice... it's smooth, silky and strange. The burning in my throat fights to make it's self known. I put my hand to my throat (in another impossibly fast movement) in a futile attempt to smother the fire. My skin feels strange as well. It feels hard, but with a bit of give.

"My name is Maria," she answered. "And I think you mean what are we. And to answer that, we are vampires. Thats why you feel thirsty."

"What do I do about it..."

"We go hunting," Maria answered simply. "Follow me."

She held out her hand and told me to take it. Should I? Well if it'll stop this burning, I'll go anywhere with her.

I take her hand.

This is the first step to my new life.

I feel no hope.