Who: Jasper What: Jasper tries to help someone. It doesn't go according to plan Where: 50+ miles outside of Everett Status: Narrative Rating: Medium (death, angst)
With all the ghosts that had been around and the emotional turmoil they had inflicted on the citizens of Everett, Jasper had been far too on edge and had left a note for the other Cullens that he would be outside of Everett to avoid the emotional turmoil he was feeling. The one benefit Jasper saw to the zombies was the lack of emotions that were around like there often was in cities and towns.
Brushing some of his hair from his face, he continued wandering around the small suburb he had found. As he rounded a corner, it hit him. The sweet unmistakable scent of fresh blood and fear. Someone needed help. Steeling himself, he moved quickly to where the scent came from and found himself face to face with a young woman who looked barely out of her teens. "I'm here to help," he assured her. Once she seemed satisfied that he wasn't a threat to her, he moved forward and saw the wound on her shoulder. The ache in his throat started to burn like a hot poker but he pushed it away, doing his best to focus on helping the girl. With some effort, he managed to succeed in bandaging her wound. He told her of Everett and that she would be safe there but for now, she needed rest. She immediately dropped off to sleep and he rubbed his chin when the tang of blood hit his nose hard. He looked down at his fingers and saw the fresh blood there.
Without even thinking he licked the blood and moaned at the taste. The resolve he had formed cracked and, before he realized what he was doing, he fell on the girl he had been helping and tore into her neck. He could hear her screams but there was no one around for miles. He drank her dry before he let her fall and he stumbled back, blinking when he realized what he had done. While he doubted he needed to cover his tracks he quickly tore the body apart and set it ablaze with the house and fled into the wilderness. He found as many animals as he could and drained them, hoping their blood would keep his eyes from turning red. He didn't want to let the others know what he had done. Especially Alice. But he needed to tell someone...
His mind went to Stefan. He shared the same struggle... Perhaps he could help... Washing away the scent of blood from his hands and face and clothing, he made his way back to Everett.