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It's one in the morning and Vegas is still pumping out the deafening music and the blaring lights. Time never mattered in Sin City; time was meaningless. Vegas was the place to waste your youth if you had the money or the beauty--- if you had both, then your luck, huh?
Jasper traveled the streets at night. When the sun dips to kiss the Earth goodnight, it's his time to shine. The evil little creatures of the night come out to play and make dinner out of the innocent and there's malice and mayhem beneath the city. Jasper was called out at night; murderers come out to stalk their prey and end their lives. And when it happens, the reaper is sure to appear and take that innocent soul where it belongs.
And in this particular night, Jasper happens to hunt down this fiend. Rather than allowing the victim to die, he gave her life. He gave her life and he called for help, only to leave the scene before the mundanes would arrive and rescue her. The blood on his clothes belonged to her, and surely he'd be to blame for her attempted murder, even though he appeared as her savior. His eye was on the disgusting filth that took the teen's life. It was his mission now to take his soul and bury it in Hell.
For an hour, Jasper followed this man. His hair poorly dyed black, blond roots clearly visible. Leather jacket and a dark blue shirt now stained with the blood of his victim. There were tears in his pants; either this guy was homeless, a druggie, or a prick. Either way, Jasper wanted him dead. He wanted this filth off of his grounds. He wanted to see his blood spill and pool around his feet and the look of terror and despair on his face as he takes his life.
A life for a life.
The reaper follows him through the streets; being a reaper is beneficial--- invisibility was his gift. Aside from judgement. The blond followed him home. He was like a shadow--- so close to him yet nothing unnatural. It was disgusting; the place smelled of mold and cigarettes, garbage piling up in the next room. Jasper made a face of utter disgust--- the environment he surrounded himself very much mirrored his actions.
His eyes noticed the bottles of pills that lay on the table. This sparked the idea, really. When the male wasn't present, Jasper took a few from the bottle and dropped them into a bottle of beer; the dissolved into nothing. And within the course of a few minutes, Jasper watched him convulse and seizure; he foamed at the mouth and stared in fear as he saw his killer next to him; Jasper adored letting his victims see him for their final moments.
And when it was all over--- Jasper took his soul. He sent it straight to Hell.
And not even a minute after, Jasper made his way out. He left the body there to rot; either somebody would find it or not. He didn't care. But now he needed a drink. So to the bar Jasper goes.
