teeth ache painfully in his mouth. a side affect of the hunger that currently clawed at his insides. ravaging his throat with a fire unlike any he'd experienced before. the scent isn't fresh, it's hours hold. just lingering against the wood where a human had brushed against the telephone pole on their way by. venom pools on his tongue, and he swallows it. despite the agony it causes as it washes down his throat. he pauses by the telephone pole, nostrils flared as he inhales again and again. it sets a frenzy, and he's uncontrollable. it isn't the same, but he sinks his teeth into the next passerby. their blood dripping own his chin as he quenches the thirst caused by the scent.
by the time that he smells it again, jasper has almost convinced himself that he'd imagined it. he knew, of course, that he hadn't. that scent lingers in his nostrils, it caresses his senses. it burns his fucking throat. the owner of the scent iis nearby, and the sun had set. he plans it, carefully, as he tries to figure out just what human in the crowd of them up ahead was the one. he'd approach them, a grin on his face, as he pressed calm into their veins. he'd ask them to come with him, explain that he just had to show them something. it would be so easy. until he sees miles, of course. the boy at the center of the small crowd, a grin on his face & an allsmiles hoodie plastered on his frame. jasper wasn't a good man, but even he couldn't bring himself to extinguish miles' light… fuck. he walks away.
the next time, it happens too fast. he's already hungry, hunting for the first time in a few days. venom coats his tongue, and his teeth are aching. he has to eat. so when the smell catches his attention, he moves too fast in his direction. he's grateful to see that miles was blissfully alone this time. walkin' down the street with a backpack thrown over his shoulder. his eyes are dark, irises and pupils nearly the same shade of black. jasper knows he has no time for small talk. has to have him. one second, he's stood just around the corner – lying in wait. the next, miles is pressed against the wall. jasper's teeth hovering just above his throat. venom drips from pearly whites, and jasper is sure he's going to kill the light. arms trap miles against the wall, head tilted as he tries to stop himself from ripping out his jugular.
❝ listen , darlin'… ❞ he hisses. lips pressed against pulse at miles' throat. ❝ you're in fuckin' danger, and i – ❞ fuck. why does he care ? why is he stopping himself ? he aches to feel the warmth of the blood as it drips drown his throat… ❝ i'm tryin to save you. but i – don't know if i can. i need you to talk. tell me something, anything. ❞ / @racointeur ( miles ! )