Sorry it's late! Updating on a Monday is often pretty hard for me-- I have drama. Today's drabble will be posted after dinner.

Glad you like the penname, by the way. I was kinda worried...

...And I sincerely hope that *someone* understand this drabble. :S

Date: 12th January

Character: Jasper

Stimulus: Sense iii: Taste

The blood tastes cool and soothing as it runs down my throat. I know that all of us see it differently; some of us prefer hunting to others.

Carlisle is reluctant to take a life, even that of an animal… but he has not tasted human blood, as I have. It is not the same for him.

For Rosalie, it is vindictive. She still, after all this time, hates Royce King, and through hunting, she finds her revenge. There is usually a touch of pride for her, too—she has never tasted human blood.

For Emmett, it's a pleasure. There's nothing more exciting, for him, than taking down a seven foot grizzly. He lives for the rush; the adrenaline.

Esme is similar to Carlisle—it's one of the things she shares with him. Though she does not revel in the killing of an animal, she knows that it is necessary, and has accepted it.

When Alice hunts, it is beautiful. She, too, is an innocent; she has never tasted human blood, and I intend to keep it that way. She has not missed anything.

And Edward? He has always hated what we are. He views himself as a monster, and hates the fact that we must take lives to sustain our own existence.

What he hasn't realised is that to kill, we do not have to stop a heart from beating.