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Chapter 1: The Spice of Life and Death
The fire cracked. Bright red and orange embers scattered upward then fizzled out
just before touching the ground. I took a long haul off my cigarette, finishing
what was left of it, then flicked the butt into the crackling blaze. My eyes focused
past the flames to the tent directly across it, and I narrowed them in contempt.
The sounds of grunting and moaning that came from beyond the canvas
enclosure was beginning to grate on my last nerve.
"Ohhh, Jasper... Yes! More. More!... Oh, Fuck... FUCK, YESSSSS!"
"Oh, baby... You're so warm... so wet... so... good..."
I rolled my eyes at the overlapping carnal blather and fished another cigarette
from the breast pocket of my jacket. I fired it up and sucked back a hard drag.
"Will you just get it over with, already?" I grumbled bitterly under my breath.
Smoke spilled from between my lips as I ranted, then I blew out what was left
from the side of my mouth.
I turned my head sideways and glanced at my own tent from the corner of my
eye. There was nothing but silence coming from it, and that appeased, yet
aggravated me at the same time. I scowled at the fact that I was out here all by
myself with nothing to do but listen to the sounds of my brother and his latest
conquest fucking like there was no tomorrow. Well, for one of them there
wouldn't be, but that was beside the point.
By the pitch of the bitch's moaning I gathered that my wish would be granted
shortly. The shriek that next escaped her mouth was so piercing it could have
sliced the black right off the night sky. Whether it was a cry of intense pleasure
or one of extreme pain I had yet to determine, but knowing better, it was
probably a mixture of both.
Then I smelled the blood. I instantly became hypnotized by its delectable aroma,
but the nuisance of my situation briskly shook me out of my momentary daze.
Inside the tent, I could hear Jasper sucking back his red wine. I seethed in
jealousy, for my own chalice had been already drained. Lifting my hand up to my
lips, I busied my mouth with my cigarette instead, and suffered through my envy
in silence.
A few moments later, the curved door flap of the tent zipped open and Jasper
emerged head first. Exiting the tent, he pushed off his knees and stood to his full
height. He was shirtless, wearing only faded blue jeans. His wavy blond hair was
a wild mess, tousled across his forehead, and blood stained his lips and both
sides of his face. He tongued the corner of his mouth, then licked the sticky
remains of his kill off the end of his thumb.
I narrowed my eyes at him when his gaze met mine, and I continued to nurse on
my cigarette. Jasper peered at me oddly and wiped his face clean. My hostility
confused him but he chose to dismiss it. Walking around the fire toward me, he
shook his head and pointed a thumb back toward his tent.
"There's no way that chick was a virgin before tonight," he said. "Not a chance,
unless she masturbated daily with a thermos-sized dildo or something."
He stopped walking a few paces short of where I sat, then stared off into
nothingness, distracted by his own thought. He grinned at the idea.
"Would you fucking stop thinking about that shit? I don't need to see it!" I
snapped, squeezing the inside corners of my eyes. My ability to see and hear
thoughts was just as much of a burden as it was an asset when it came to the
contents of Jasper's mind. It was a constant fucking porno in there.
He looked down at me and smirked. The red hue of his irises were amplified by
the glow of the fire. "You're just bitter 'cause yours didn't let you in her panties,"
he assumed.
Did I fuck the girl in my tent? No. Did I get what I ultimately wanted from her?
Fuck yes. Her veins were drained and my belly was full. Mission accomplished.
End of story. As far as I was concerned, anyway.
"She would have let me," I argued defensively, unsure why I even felt the need
to justify myself.
"Wait. So you didn't even try to fuck her first?" Jasper sighed with
disappointment. "Don't you like pussy, Cullen?" He grabbed the concert t-shirt he
had discarded earlier and slipped it back on. The Rolling Stones seemed to be
mocking me as well.
"That psycho Barbie would not stop blabbing! The only way to shut her mouth
was to rip it off."
"Uh... You didn't consider stuffing your cock in it first?"
I groaned in exasperation. "You're such a whore," I threw out. I didn't hold
resentment toward Jasper for it, I just didn't have the patience to prolong the
wait like he did to obtain what I craved most. Blood. Hot, succulent blood.
"And you're an impatient newborn!"
I rolled my eyes and flicked the ashes from my cigarette. True, I hadn't been a
vampire for very long. Jasper changed me into one only two years ago, but I was
far from acting like a newborn. I had already outgrown that stage. Newborns
were wild and undisciplined throughout the first year of their new life, and my
behavior had nothing to do with self control. I simply went after what I wanted
and didn't feel the need to waste my time with the preliminaries. Jasper, on the
other hand, was all about the extras. He craved sensation and he soaked it up as
often as he could.
"Can we just get out of here?" I huffed, standing up.
"Can you just have some fun, please?" Jasper countered, and stood directly in
front of me. "Edward Cullen, don't be sullen," Jasper's lip twitched at his
intentional rhyme.
"I'm not sullen."
Jasper gave me his best 'who are you trying to fool' look. There was no point in
lying. Jasper possessed the incredible ability to sense emotions as well as
manipulate them. He knew how I felt just as well as I knew what he was thinking.
He reached into my jacket and swiped a cigarette from my pack. After tucking it
between his lips he pulled a lighter from his back pocket, cupped his hands
around his mouth and lit his smoke.
"You're frustrated as fuck, man," Jasper observed. "When was the last time you
got laid? It's no wonder you're such a brooding bastard all the time," he accused
with a twisted grin stretching across his face.
"Get off my dick." I brushed him aside, shoving his shoulder with mine.
"Well, someone should be on it!" he threw back. He caught me by my elbow,
making me turn back to face him, then pointed at a large rock behind me. "Sit."
"I've already been sitting around forever waiting for you to finish up. I'm
leaving."
"Siiiiit, down!" he insisted, his tone bordering on aggression. He pushed his index
finger in the center of my chest and heaved me down onto the rock.
I glared up at him like an unwilling disgruntled child. It probably wasn't the best
way to negate his previous newborn comment, but whatever.
Jasper squatted down in front of me and clicked his tongue. The slight trace of
aggression vanished completely from his expression, and he peered at me like he
was an all-knowing genius that was preparing to bestow his wisdom unto me.
"Edward, little bro... I'm not a big fan of sushi," he said.
I shook my head, confused by his peculiar statement. "The fuck are you talking
about?"
"I prefer having my meal heated up before I eat it. Tell me, what do you think
happens when a chick gets horny?"
"You fuck her six ways to Sunday."
Jasper laughed. "It's simple biology, Cullen. Her heart pounds more quickly. Her
blood flows faster. It gets warmer. It gets... seasoned," he explained, then licked
his lips as though his words had placed flavor on them. "You gotta take your time
and play with her a little bit. Get her all riled up first. It'll make her taste hot and
spicy. Then tear her throat out. Learn a little patience, and as an appetizer you
get someone to play with your dick. Is that so terrible?"
I relaxed my frown, reluctantly allowing my irritation to turn to intrigue.
"You're pissed off because you know I'm right," Jasper continued. He reached
sideways and snatched one of the girls' backpacks and began to rummage
through it as he continued to speak. "I don't care what your mommy used to tell
you. You should play with your food before you eat it, and let it play with you,
too. Savor your meal for once instead of constantly swallowing it whole. That's all
I'm sayin'. Oh, Marlboro's! Sweet!" He pocketed the smokes he found, along with
some cash, then stood up and tossed the bag onto the campfire.
I had to admit, Jasper had a way with words. Vampire or not, I was still a guy,
and though I refused to admit it to him, Jasper had a good thing going. So maybe
I was frustrated, and yeah, maybe I had been my own cock-block lately. I never
really looked at it the way Jasper was describing, and the mention of hot
seasoned blood got me salivating again.
Jasper grinned smugly, sensing that I had surrendered to his advice. "Am I
turning you on, Edward?"
"Fuck off." A laugh escaped me despite myself. Shit.
Then he started to sing.
"I wanna kiss you all over..."
"Stop it."
"... and over again..."
"Jas..." I warned.
"I wanna kiss you all over. Till the night closes in."
"Get your face away from me!"
"TILL THE NIGHT CLOSES INNNNN!"
I sprang forward and tackled my brother, nearly sending us both into the fire.
"Ohhh, yeah! Come on baby, pour some sugar on me!" Jasper teased as we
wrestled, using an exaggerated version of his Texas drawl.
Within seconds he infected me with laughter, and both of us were howling as we
pummeled each other.
I gained the upper hand in our rumble, and with what was meant to be a playful
shove, I inadvertently sent us both slamming into the side of Jasper's car. His
laughter abruptly cut short and turned into a hostile snarl.
"Mother fucker!" he growled, pushing me off him. He spun around and smoothed
his palm across the shiny black metal, meticulously checking for any dents. If
there was anything Jasper loved more than blood and fucking girls to death, it
was his '67 Mustang Fastback.
He sighed in relief when he confirmed no damage had been done. Our bodies
were hard like stone so it really was a miracle that the impact had no ill effect on
his precious vehicle.
It was Jasper's turn to narrow his eyes at me. Holding his thumb and index finger
an inch apart, he indicated how close he came to losing his shit, and gave me a
threatening glare as he stood up. I felt a wave of his aggression from deep within
my chest like an invisible punch.
Fun time was over.
"Let's go," he said, opening the driver's side door. "Take care of that, will you?"
he added, pointing to the tents.
I picked up the kerosene lanterns and tossed one inside each tent. They both set
ablaze, and would eventually incinerate the evidence of our kills.
I made my way back to the Mustang and slumped myself into the passenger seat.
From the driver's side, Jasper slanted a look in my direction. A slow smile crept
back to his face and he shook his head, cursing me under his breath. With a turn
of his wrist the engine roared to life, and I watched the burning campsite in my
side view mirror until it disappeared into the distance.
Chapter 2: Blood Sugar Sex Magic
I hated it when Jasper was right. I really fucking did. He's a cocky smug bastard
who never hesitates to shove an I told you so in my face, but I had to admit, I
was really glad he was right about this...
A couple nights after his words of wisdom at the campsite, I found myself sitting
on the edge of a bed of a college sophomore girl's dorm room with my pants
around my ankles. Her head bobbed up and down between my legs as she
expertly swirled her tongue around my dick. Jasper was right. This was a good
way to shut them up. One less voice I had to listen to, the better.
The cute brunette (I had already forgotten her name) moaned as she reveled at
how incredibly hard I was.
Don't chip a tooth, honey, I thought, smiling down at the top of her head.
I'd been without sustenance since the campsite, and I was parched, but I was
curious enough about the recent advice I'd been given to want to entertain it. So
I held back the immediate urge to slake my thirst, and let the tramp work her
magic. I mean, wasting this girl's oral talent seemed like such a shame. Besides,
if I returned to Jasper empty-handed he'd certainly label me as a newborn prude
for eternity.
"Come up here," I beckoned, once I felt she was sufficiently warmed up. I needed
her closer to my mouth.
She climbed up off her knees and reached underneath her skirt to peel off her
panties, smiling wickedly as she did so. She straddled my hips, and I cupped her
bare ass, lowering her body down onto mine. She slid me deep inside of her and I
hissed in pleasure at the hot silk that surrounded me. I had nearly forgotten how
good it felt, even more so, since I experienced heat more intensely than when I
was human. Her warmth was appetizing. Every last inch of her body radiated
heat and it was driving me insane with hunger. I had to remind myself several
times to savor the moment, to prolong the desire.
She crossed her arms in front of herself and pulled her shirt up and over her
head, then tossed it away, giving me a full view of her surgically altered D-cups
that were barely contained inside a skimpy black bra. I let her bounce up and
down for a while, allowing her to exert herself. I took insane pleasure in her
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