Who the fuck is Whitlock?

*walks into the room, sitting on the chair and tipping my Stetson below my eyes, looking up at you all with a smirk*

So, you want my story? *licks my lips* Here it is. You asked for it.

I’m Jasper as most of you know. My life has been quite the ride. *chuckles lowly* Or I’ve been ridden quite a few times? *shakes my head with a smirk* Anyways, as most of you have seen things have taken a bit of a turn. I had an epiphany the other night. It was quite… should I say, eye opening?

Fuck humanity.

They fucked me over so why should I care about anyone but me and mine. My human life ended when I was only 20 years old. I was the youngest major in the confederate army and charming motherfucker. Well, this cunt named Maria changed me. We can talk more about her later. And her fuckin sisters. Jesus Christ. *I mutter*

Which brings me to my next point, my power. I’m an empath. Some may think that’s a sissy power or shit like that. I say fuck ‘em. I can manipulate your emotions for my own, and sometimes your, pleasure. I’m a creature of my own nature. I drink human blood, I fuck when I want to and sometimes I do both at the same time.

Another part of my own personal nature is, I like to be in control. I like to know what the outcome will be. My life is order.

This…

Bella Swan…



Is disorder.

Bella fuckin Swan. *takes my hat off and runs my hand through my hair, looking off to the side*

Well, that lil fine piece of ass has got me all tied up, figuratively of course. Then, motherfuckin Peter Whitlock has to be all voo doo and shit about my future. Hate when that asshole does that. You got something to tell me then just fuckin tell me.

*mumbles* Asshole.

Then, I did what I knew I shouldn’t but what my body was telling me. I went to her. I went to her and I showed up and… fuck… she looked amazing.

I’d seen women in every kind of clothing imaginable and just it being her! It made it… better. *shakes head, putting my hat back on, picking at my jeans*

I think, deep down that I knew somethin’ was comin’ for me. I could feel it comin’. Live as long as I do and you develop a way of sensing things and I did. Then that night I went to see her, things changed.

I walked in after her, watching the way she moved. She invited me for dinner and the irony of it wasn’t lost on me. Long story short, she offered herself to me again and this time I didn’t deny her. I drank from her and it *shivers in pleasure* god, it was amazing.

She knows what I am. I think from the moment she saw me she knew something was... off about me. Then she said it. The word most of us avoided but we all knew we were.

Vampire.

*shrugs* No. Garlic ain’t gonna help you and holy water and priests sure as hell aren’t protection. *smirks* How do some put it? I’m the world’s most dangerous predator.

*I stand and smile down at you, tipping my hat* It was a pleasure. I’m sure there’s plenty in store for me. Stick around if you want. Get the fuck out if you don’t. It’s up to you and no skin off my back. I am who I am and nothin’ll change that.

Signed,

Brother to Peter and Charlotte.

Major in the Confederate army.

Driving force in the southern wars.

Loner and drifter.

Jasper Whitlock.

*walks out the door, whistling as I go*