Penname: Alsper

Notes/Warings/Rating: Strong T talkin of blood and death and such with vampires yay! lol

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Dialogue Flex: "I won't have it!" she scolded.

I found myself cowering to the petite newborn in front of me. The petite newborn who was also the love of my existence mind you. I accidentally attacked a woman who was on her way home, and Alice was good enough to find out that she was a mother of three young children.

I lowered my gaze from hers. "I'm sorry, my love."

Her nostrils flared before she sighed slightly. "I won't kill a mother. You shouldn't either!"

"I didn't know she was a mother, she was walkin all alone, down that alleyway at night, how was I supposed to know? She smelled so tempting."

She began pacing as if to keep up with the rapid rate in which her thoughts where going. "I know what it's like now... the itch, the hunger taking over."

"But?" I knew she had a lot more on her mind.

"But... I need... we need to be more selective of our prey. Think about it Jazz... those children are going to grow up without the love and nurturing of their mother. We can't let that happen to anyone else. I won't let it happen again."

"Can you some how see that?" I asked.

She chewed her lip as she thought it over, one of many human traits that followed with her. "If you let me look first, perhaps..."

"I don't have time for that," I scowled.

"They're getting stronger Jasper," she sat down next to me. "I can practice looking more, maybe it'll be easier to see things on demand."

"And until then I have to wait for my next meal?" I asked her.

Her reds eyes narrowed at me as the frustration she felt was obvious. "Stop being so damned stubborn! It's not like I said don't feed on humans."

"But I'm going to starve if I have to wait for you to have one of your vision about whether or not a person is good enough for you to eat," I argued, standing straight.

She raised her eyebrow at me. "Then perhaps my husband will enjoy his own company for the time being," she threatened.

"I lived went for at least a year doing just that," I replied, crossing my arms angrily and wondering why she was being so stubborn about where or whom I got my blood from.

She chuckled and looked at me. "I don't recommend you trying to show me my place over that table since you've yet to replace the last wall you got pushed through," she smiled smugly.

I hated when she did that, so instead I thought about going out to eat. I hadn't since I drained the mother, and that was almost a week ago.

"Go eat... I can't stop you."

I scowled at my wife and stood up, with full intent on drinking from the first person I saw.

She was at the door before I was glaring at me. "I won't have it!" she scolded. "The first woman that crosses your path is pregnant!"

"Those taste the best though," I whined teasingly.

"Jasper Lawson Whitlock," she tried her best to be angry but I could see her resolve cracking.

"Mrs. Whitlock," I purred, wrapping my arms around her.

A small smile crossed her lips. "Stay with me. We'll hunt tomorrow, promise."

I didn't have to have her gift to see where things were heading. "Yes ma'am."

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