She watched him stumble and sway, her lips curled back in a snarl, clearly displeased with her only choice of food. She was hungry and annoyed for not another soul ventured out so late. She watched him stumble again, his hands flying out in vain to catch himself.

The intoxicated male let out a groan of pain as he fell, his hands scraped against the pavement making him hiss and curse while her eyes darken.

Her nose wrinkled at the smell of his blood, the alcohol the fool had drank made his blood thinner and unappetizing. She hated drunks. But food was food.

Pitch black eyes glazed at the drunken fool who sat on the concrete floor, still muttering and cursing.

With a sigh, she pounced.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Jasper had made his trip in two days, for once, the world seemed to be on his side. The weather had been cloudy and rainy, making his trip that much easier.

When he hit Washington, Jasper avoided Seattle and the surrounding areas, for a brief moment, he wanted to check in on Bella. He was sure that she was hurt over their leaving so abruptly. But then his guilt hit, and he headed west; over the mountains then north finally crossing over the Canadian border.

He had stopped in some city called Kamloops for a quick bite when he got a text message.

Head on over to a lil town called Peace River, ya find whatever ya need to find there.

Jasper rolled his eyes at his crypt message; with a snap of his phone, he took off. Silently mourning the food, he never got to eat.

Couple hours later Jasper found himself running through Jasper National Park. And the irony wasn't lost on him.

Couple more hours later and he found himself entering the town of Peace River with 6,000 give or take a couple hundred blood bag warmers. It was late at night, the streets were wet from the previous shower of rain. Jasper himself was damp and annoyed.

Scratch that.

He was wet, annoyed and fucking hungry.

Jasper roamed the streets looking for a meal, but there was virtually nobody. With an aggravated sigh he leaned up against the alleyway's wall; this is why he hated small towns, no one to snack on late at night. He was musing on breaking and entering some poor saps' house when he heard the faint thump thump of a heartbeat making its way to him.

Grinning he crouched and waited, his body wrapped in darkness and only the faintest of red could be seen.

Thump thump thump

It was getting closer, he could feel the humans emotions, they were sluggish and slow. Like they were in a daze, something he recognized from drunk humans. He wasn't too terribly picky about the state his meal was coming to him in.

Food was, after all, food.

Jasper watched as the dimwitted male came towards him before stumbling on his drunken feet and cutting his hands on the pavement.

He grinned again and seconds before he leaped out to his midnight snack he felt a flicker of another's emotions. Stalling all movements, he felt the irritation and disgusted then resignation. He paused and tilted his head, breathing in deeply he caught the scent of honeydew and rain. His eyes darkened further, and a small rumble came from within his chest.

Moments later a lithe figure darted out and grabbed the human and dragged him into the alley he occupied. He watched as the female attached her mouth to victims neck and drank.

Jasper's eyes raked over the female, she was beautiful, unbelievably so.

If the sudden tightness in his jeans was anything to go by.

And it was definitely something to go by.

She was about 5'7, had long legs and thick thighs - but not too thick - he could just imagine them wrapped around his waist. Wide hips - hips his mama would've said are good birthing hips for baring healthy sons - and a nice ass that was just begging for him to reach out and squeeze as he took her from behind.

His eyes moved up further; over her small waist and dear god, those breasts, he licked his lips and forced himself not to moan as his mind raced through a thousand different thoughts of what he could do with them. They were definitely bigger than Alice's, while he just about had a handful with her; this girl was doubled in size. And he was, by all means, a breast man.

Tearing his eyes away from her breasts and the sinful thoughts that came with. He followed the path of her smooth white neck, over her naturally red plump lips - again he had to tear himself away from the images of them wrapped around a certain, at the moment, extremely hard part of him - and her cute button nose. Her eyes were closed as he took in her slim eyebrows and her impossibly white hair.

Was it even possible to have hair that white?

He didn't know, but it was beautiful.

His hands were itching to run through her hair that looked like the most beautiful silk. Jasper looked back at the female eyes and watched as they narrowed in on him. They were blood red and combined with her white hair made her look dangerous but beautiful.

Beautifully dangerous.

His eyes connected with hers and the beast within him roared as he lunged.

MINE!