“𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍.” • Jasper Whitlock {AU} • Historical based SL • @ISeeSpoilers has my heart. • Mirror Descriptive

Off. Find me at my writers account.

What should I do with this account? Any thoughts?

- more, I take to me that I had just crossed the final line for hope as I hide inside a cave.

- with the certain that I would not go back and face #Carlisle and @AdaptableBeauty, but mainly not willing to break @SensuousBloom once -

- away, living behind me the evidence that could implicate my game of hiding in @SensuousBloom black spots. Without options and -

- tell how long it took mea to drain the man, now a lifeless corpus. But once I realize what I have just done, my first move was to bolt -

- behind a tree, in the other I had ny fangs craved into his beck's skin. The blood rush down my throat, calming the arching. I can not -

- camouflage hunting clothes, all I could aim was his exposed neck. Lust gave me no time to play with food. In a moment I was standing -

- turns me into a monster. I follow the human scent through the woods. My eyes darken themselves as I spot the innocent man, dressed in -

- by the anger of being betrayed by @StygianReader, the pain of losing @SensuousBloom and the evident lust towards @TheShinyNewToy blood -

- no animal. The captive smell in the air belonged to the closest thing to a banquet: a human. I had no control in that moment. Driven -

- cloth, furious and chaser, I venture myself deeper in the woods. The very first wind was enough to sprout a darker side of me. It was -

- @TheShinyNewToy's blood. It almost felt like I had my nose dripping with her blood. Like a bull driven by the reddish color of a -

- prove what was that, but the thirsty do not give me a break. My nostrils were still sensing the sweetness and exotic ferrous scent from -

- bearable, which was proving to be effective... until now. There was something different about me as I bolt into the forest. I could not -

Blood lust have always been there, arching my throat more often than to the others. I had my own way to make my living among humans -

- turning back. @StygianReader knew it. I vanish into the woods, not willing to be found.

- my family and I. The ferrous smell still hitting my nostrils, even though I was far from @StygianReader and the girls. There was no -