Post by jasper hale on Apr 27, 2013 13:48:31 GMT -8
Jasper stood with his hands behind his back as he looked over the extensive book collection that they seemed to have accumulated over the years. Every book they owned Jasper had read at least a million times possibly even more, but books gave him something to focus on and also an escape. Reading gave him another world away from the pain that came with memories and thoughts of his past, there was something to focus on to learn or read about even if he already knew it. When one had graduated from high school so many times at least in the low hundreds you knew pretty much everything, but Jasper did not boast as much as some of his siblings did. Still he found though the learning fascinating, the repetitiveness and something to focus on, it was however the blood that he had issues with the fact that it was difficult to focus on the lessons when he wanted to rip apart everyone in the room and feast on their blood.
Blood, thoughts about blood always brought painful memories up, he paced the room slowly his blonde hair hanging straggly around his face, he had been out hunting this morning and still looked quite a mess. Well his hair always looked a mess he unlike the rest of the guys had no interest in looking after his hair, Alice seemed to like it more or Renesmee who use to sit and plait it for him. Jasper was still working down from the high and the thrill that hunting gave him, hunting was like fighting and battling it was an adrenaline rush or the rush that he got as a vampire since they did not have adrenaline. There was that thrill that came with fighting that he would never be able to forget, every battle stayed in his mind just like every mark, wound and bite on his skin and every feeling and emotion each newborn had before he murdered them.
As he paced he traced one of the bite marks on his right arm just below the shoulder, the were millions to choose from and to trace he had them all over is arms and shoulders and neck, several across his legs and some scratches across the sides of his face. It was something he could never escape the memories were always there he always felt them like the scars on his skin. More often then not however there were distractions around the house to keep him from dwelling on everything that haunted him.
Blood, thoughts about blood always brought painful memories up, he paced the room slowly his blonde hair hanging straggly around his face, he had been out hunting this morning and still looked quite a mess. Well his hair always looked a mess he unlike the rest of the guys had no interest in looking after his hair, Alice seemed to like it more or Renesmee who use to sit and plait it for him. Jasper was still working down from the high and the thrill that hunting gave him, hunting was like fighting and battling it was an adrenaline rush or the rush that he got as a vampire since they did not have adrenaline. There was that thrill that came with fighting that he would never be able to forget, every battle stayed in his mind just like every mark, wound and bite on his skin and every feeling and emotion each newborn had before he murdered them.
As he paced he traced one of the bite marks on his right arm just below the shoulder, the were millions to choose from and to trace he had them all over is arms and shoulders and neck, several across his legs and some scratches across the sides of his face. It was something he could never escape the memories were always there he always felt them like the scars on his skin. More often then not however there were distractions around the house to keep him from dwelling on everything that haunted him.
