Bennett trembled furiously as he glared at his own reflection in the mirror. He could feel Jasper, his split personality mocking him, tickling the edge of his consciousness, threatening to take control again.

But he couldn't let that happen. Not today. It was the final social ball afterall, the last chance he would ever get to dance with you this year...The last day to strip that ridiculous clown makeup and be himself with you.

He swiftly unsheathed a dagger and pressed it to his own throat.

"Touch her....and I'll kill us-" Before he could even finish the sentence, he could feel himself losing control as he dropped the dagger and staggered to his knees. The gleam in his eyes shifted as it became more dangerous, more feral.** Jasper.**

He'd be doing Bennett a favour anyway...dancing with you in his stead where he actually has the guts to do something. Jasper sheathed the dagger with a smirk as he re-entered the ball and made his way towards you.