Leaning on the porch railing, Jasper looked out over the lakefront rooftops, taking another drag on his cigarette as he once more found himself thinking about everything that had happened the previous night. The things he’d learned. Jasper knew his knowledge of the supernatural was limited at best, even after two years as a vampire. He hadn’t really had much chance to sit down and study what a lot of his friends and Family had been around for decades if not centuries – and that thought still gave Jasper the heebie-jeebies. He could not comprehend that he was essentially going to be living forever. The rest of forever. That was a lot of years. A long time. Forever.
Jasper took another drag on his cigarette, and blew smoke rings into the crisp early night air. The moon was halfway through the journey it made from new to full, and that put Jasper back on the track of his lack of supernatural education. Next weekend the werewolves would be out to play. Such a strange thought. How was it he had lived without knowing they were real? How did he still have trouble comprehending their existence when he now lived a life where his primary intake was blood.
Another drag. Another ring of smoke, and Jasper sighed irritably. He felt stupid for not trying to enthral the young mage he’d picked out the night before; if he had, he would have realised something was off before it got to the point where he was drinking – and then puking up – the man’s disgusting blood. A shudder travelled down Jasper’s spine at the memory of how awful it had tasted, and he took another drag on his cigarette, flicking the ash over the side of the railing and tilting his gaze to the stars.
“You know, you could knock,” he said suddenly, turning from the balcony to look at Aislin, smiling at his friend who had let herself in once more uninvited and unannounced. Not that Jasper minded; he’d invited her in before he’d Turned, when he and Jake were still living together. Furthermore she’d been a comforting shoulder to cry on when Jake left him, because he was different after the ‘employee retreat’ he went on. Jasper took a last drag on his cigarette and flicked the dying butt over the edge of the porch railing.
Jasper took another drag on his cigarette, and blew smoke rings into the crisp early night air. The moon was halfway through the journey it made from new to full, and that put Jasper back on the track of his lack of supernatural education. Next weekend the werewolves would be out to play. Such a strange thought. How was it he had lived without knowing they were real? How did he still have trouble comprehending their existence when he now lived a life where his primary intake was blood.
Another drag. Another ring of smoke, and Jasper sighed irritably. He felt stupid for not trying to enthral the young mage he’d picked out the night before; if he had, he would have realised something was off before it got to the point where he was drinking – and then puking up – the man’s disgusting blood. A shudder travelled down Jasper’s spine at the memory of how awful it had tasted, and he took another drag on his cigarette, flicking the ash over the side of the railing and tilting his gaze to the stars.
“You know, you could knock,” he said suddenly, turning from the balcony to look at Aislin, smiling at his friend who had let herself in once more uninvited and unannounced. Not that Jasper minded; he’d invited her in before he’d Turned, when he and Jake were still living together. Furthermore she’d been a comforting shoulder to cry on when Jake left him, because he was different after the ‘employee retreat’ he went on. Jasper took a last drag on his cigarette and flicked the dying butt over the edge of the porch railing.
