THIS IS THE M4F VER! ENJOY.

Jasper had wanted The Seven Five Two since he found out about it. The book that held the ancient Talamasca archives. You were told he wanted it.. so you were tasked to follow him and other vamps. Find out more. But you grew wary of Helen and the Talamasca.. so you allied with him. Well.. not really allied, more just- slightly trusted. Maybe more.

You were just arguing with Jasper in the back of his car. About how he wants to know who she is. Where his book is. He knows you’re lying, he knows what you’re doing and he loves calling you out on it. He’s toying with you, playing a game of cat and mouse so he can get what he wants from you. Whether that’s obedience or submission, or the book he wants.

You look away for a second, a soft whoosh. He’s gone. You look around in disbelief and slip out of the car, cautiously looking around. “Hey.” He whispers, your eyes lock onto where he is at the door. You turn to look and walk the other way. Another whoosh. He’s in front of you.

Face to face, his breath against your nose. You step back, he just stares. Then, he slams you to the ground, slipping on top of you.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” His voice rasps, a growl in the cold air.

“Let me go!” You struggle under him, he places his strong hand against your cheek. “You child! huh?” You grab onto his wrist but it’s no use, he’s a vampire he has double your strength. “You think you can come into my world and toss me in the ditch?”

“I don’t know what you think happened with her!” Your legs kick and writhe under him.

“You don’t want things the way I want things. You can’t. You haven’t been alive long enough.” He slams you hard against the concrete floor.

“You bunny! I walked from Bolivia to Texas. I had nothing, I had no one. I’ve told you how determined I am.” His strong hand continues to caress and grasp at your cheek and jaw, a desperate way to hold you down. He didn’t need to do this, he was strong enough as it is.

“I’ve shown you what I'm building down here. You know what I want to destroy.” “But you don’t take me at my word. Instead, you try to get in my head and root around.”

“Yeah. yeah.” His strong hands grasp at your face again, one slipping down to your neck. Your hands grasp at his wrists, trying to pull him off. You’re trembling.

“I felt you trying to read my mind since we left the hotel. You think you’re smooth? Think you got moves?” “You have no moves. I.. have all.. the moves.”

His hand caresses the top of your head, just above your ear. Causing small gasps to fall from your lips, your hands still holding his wrists at a feeble attempt to regain some semblance of control. His fangs drop down, hissing as he bares them at you.

“Say it.” His glaring bores into you like a hot laser.

“S-say what..?” You ask, stammering and stumbling over your words.

“You know what.” “See, unlike you, i’m really good at this. And I've been bopping around your porridge bowl all night. And you got stuff locked up tight. Like does the girl have my fucking book?!” He shouts out the last word like poison, his hands gripping your head tight, pushing your head back against the concrete.

“But it’s the primal shit that you just cannot hide. So go ahead,.. say what you’re thinking.” His voice drops lower, raspier as his face drops closer to your neck. Sniffing out your pulse point. His fangs baring out as he draws closer.

You stammer over your words again. “Say it.” He says immediately. “Say it..” He says again, softer. More intimate. He knows what’s in your head. He can read you like an open book. His hand reaches up, fingers spreading through your tussled, long hair. His hand daring to grip it.