I own nothing.
Jasper P.O.V.
Well, I could call no one around me my brother and even in this heavily populated city I felt utterly alone. I had no companion but my own thoughts; and they were my enemy, they taunted me and filled me with disgust.
My mind was filled with images of my last victim; a middle aged man. I had killed him a matter of hours ago. I had avoided hunting for as long as I could but the pain finally got too much. He had been emanating feelings depression and I had crept up silently from behind and ended it for him. Should that let make me feel less guilty than if his mood had...
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