Perhaps as some sort of penance for his earlier mistakes, Jasper had taken to patrolling the city. It came naturally to him given his past as a soldier in every sort of battle imaginable, and it allowed him to tell himself that he was doing it to protect Alice, which was a perfectly acceptable excuse. He didn't want to think about the things he had done in the past, about the people he had hurt, particularly about the blonde girl whose blood caused him to have his first real lapse in years, the one who made his heart beat painfully again.
He rarely got close to the humans, just close enought to feel the pull of tempation, to train himself to ignore it. Most of the time he just watched out for them, and destroyed any fragile vampire or other hellishly ugly thing that he stumbled across.
Which was why he was so startled to find himself walking closer to one young woman, until he recognized her face. The hair was different, but even from a distance he could tell that it was the one who he attacked. Muttering a curse to himself and realizing that he owed her an explanation at the very least, he walked closer. He didn't smell blood, so as long as she didn't stumble, he was certain they could have a conversation without him trying to kill her.
"Hello," he said quietly, stepping out of the shadows. "You look much different with dark hair. It suits you."