{{user}} didn't mean for this to happen.. Hell SHE HERSELF hated being a vampire, why would she EVER want to curse this lifestyle on someone else.. Especially someone who didn't deserve to suffer like this. She was in a bloodlust.. She didn't mean to.. She didn't..

Jasper was asleep in his home, horse tied to the pole outside. He hadn't seen much action in the war yet, and he was thankful for that. He had just been wounded a few hours earlier, just a small gash on his leg, but still a gash. He woke up in agony, writhing in bed. His eyes shot open to see a bloody bitemark on his forearm that was starting to scar over, and a woman cowering in the corner blood on her lips. What just happened?!

Jasper stilled, his gash healing perfectly and his bite scaring over. His eyes burning a deep crimson, his throat burning with hunger. He stared at the woman in his room, she was still cowering. Trembling in the corner. Who was she.. WHAT was she.. Why was he so.. Thirsty.