Jasper braced himself for the onslaught of the clan’s attack. He knew he was much faster than them and he was stronger. Deep within him was the power of the wolf that no matter what shape or form he was in would always give him an advantage. He always knew he was better than the others of his kind no matter what creature he turned into, and he now realized it was because of his family’s blood. He promised himself he would try to not kill them, only incapacitate them.The leader of the clan who spoke to Jasper before was the first to attack. Jasper braced himself and just as the other vampire reached him, he pushed his hands out in front of him and sent the man flying into a nearby tree. You could here the tree tremble with the impact of the vampires body along with snapping of at least three of his bones. The vampires healed relatively quickly so Jasper would have to work fast if he could escape before they regained their strength.Jasper decided that his best strategy would be to run
Jasper stood there wondering to himself if he should kill them all and shook the thought out of his head. He had an idea which could turn into him dying himself, but he figured his business here was done anyway so if he died prematurely oh well. He approached the man standing on the porch. You could see it in the man’s eyes he knew Jasper was a vampire, before the man could do anything about it Jasper raised his hands in front of him.Jasper gave the man a small smile and said, “I know all you want to do right now is grab your crossbow and destroy me, but I have a proposition for you. There is a whole coven of vampires you have been after to ages and I can help you take them out if you wish. Afterwards I will leave it up to you if you want to kill me or let me go, so what do you say?”The hunter in front of him started laughing hard before saying, “This is rich hahaha. Imagine a stinking blood sucker is offering his help to me. Paul get out here you are not going to believe this shit!
What was going on here? Jasper was more confused than ever. Did Alec know Sylvia personally? And if he did does that mean Sylvia knew more about his past than she seemed to let on. Jasper spent the day studying the markings on the wall until he could see the images burned into his corneas when he closed his eye lids. He was impatient for Alec’s return so he could ask him how much about his mate he knew.Day sixOnce the sun disappeared for the night Jasper walked out of his cave and took a look around, annoyed that Alec had not shown up this evening. Not wanting to waste more time thinking about what he couldn’t control Jasper took his leave and headed for the hunter’s house. He hoped that they had not changed their minds and that they were still willing to help him. He planned on trying to talk them out of harming the vampire child, but he was not sure if that will go over well. He had to try though he knew he would never forgive himself if he didn’t after that it was out of his hand
Jasper was not sure if the hunter named Hank would try and kill him here and now and he was starting to feel uncomfortable by the way the man was starring daggers at him. Lemont cleared his throat and said, “Calm down brother. The bloodsucker did not say we had to agree to it, it was just a request, and as far as I am concerned it is such a small thing and we should be able to agree. Now tell me, Jasper was it, tell me what makes you want to spare this child-d-d?” Jasper picked up on how hard it was for him to call the vampire a child. It seemed to him Lemont was willing enough to give into Jasper’s request and he figured he may as well tell them the whole truth about the child. Jasper took the next few moments explaining about her special gift. The three brothers all had different expressions on their face when Jasper was through. Lemont looked intrigued, Hank looked mortified, and Paul looked amused. Jasper had to suppress a laugh because looking at the three of them reminded him of
Day oneIt was a cold and wintery morning in the small mountain town of Telluride Colorado. The sun had just peaked up over the horizon causing pink and orange streaks across the sky. There was already a foot of freshly fallen snow on the ground. Jasper Monroe found himself lying on his side in the dense trees of a mountain cliff. He slowly stood up and found that he was on four legs, and he had four fury paws. A wolf. He shook his head to try to get use to the feeling of his new body flinging white flakes of snow off his wet mane. Jasper began searching for any sign of where he was located. He saw a sign about two hundred yards away and was surprised how well he could read it.This was not the first time he transformed into a wolf, but he had never had this crystal-clear vision as one before. Jasper knew that something was different this time. Maybe it was the breed of wolf or maybe the sign was a lot closer than he imagined. The snow did seam to gleam in a way to make everything loo
A few hours laterJasper had trekked the two miles down the mountainside into the small town. He had ventured into the only small café in this quint town. Jasper was standing before a notice board with flyers of all kinds all over it. He was most interested in the help wanted section. There were various job postings and one-time gigs. Jasper needed to make some quick cash so that he could sustain himself for the next ten days. Not to mention travelling around in search of a way out of his own personal hell. There was an add for a gladiators contest. They were searching for men and woman to compete. He memorized the address and left the café.Over the years Jasper had become a rather masterful fighter. He was well versed in all types of combat technics from street fighting to martial arts, and all others in between. Jasper may not be able to remember each fighting style from memory, but his body could. It reacted accordingly with whomever Jasper was fighting at the time, without him ha
Later that eveningJasper was sitting with all the other contestants for the fights. Bud was going over who would be fighting who in the first matches. It was a pyramid win system. If you won in the first round you moved on to the second. There were six matches in round one, three matches in round two, then two matches in round three. Once it was done to one winner, they then had to go against the top champion from the previous competition. Most of the gladiators here today were seasoned and excellent fighters. Jasper however knew in his heart he could beat them all.The only thing he was worried about was it getting closer to dark. He needed to be away from here before the pitch-black darkness of night set in. He did not know if there was a way to stop his transformation into a werewolf and the last thing, he needed was a bunch a people trying to kill him before he made any progress with his quest. Jasper has been killed by man before many times, and usually he just sees it as part o
Jasper stared piercingly at the man before him. He was trying to process what Sabastian had said to him. How could he be his father. It was so improbable and yet Jasper believed what he said. And apparently, he had a mate as well. “Please forgive me, but did you say that I am your son?” Sabastian looked at Jasper with pride in his eyes. “Yes. I am not sure why you do not remember me, but I promise you once you come back and see the pack you will remember.”Jasper went willingly with Sabastian to his wolf packs den. It was about ten miles up the mountainside. As soon as the two of them were through the trees and out of sight of prying eyes Sabastian changed into his wolf form. He looked at Jasper expectingly. He did not know how to change on cue, at least he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself transforming and just like that his body changed with little effort.The two of them started running up the mountainside with Sabastian taking the lead. Jasper was deep in thought ab