Jasper Hale | Twilight sequel.

Preface.
The white snowflakes fell out of the clouded grey sky. My jacket was barely visible under the thick layer. I took it of and dropped it on the gound.
The girl in front of me flinched at this movement. I sensed her fear, smelled her scent. It was a sweet, appealing scent. She had a kind face. Alice once said, more then a year ago, that it would be easier to resist if I learned to know them as humans with a live, with people who loved them, would miss them.
But this was such an easy prey, accidentely walking over our land. How could she have known this was the day she would die?
I did try to control myself, actually, I really did. A voice in my head told me to stop, told me that I didn't have to be this monster. But the voice was too weak.
Where was Alice? Where were the werewolves? I wish they would just end this, that they would just end my miserable live. I wouldn't even fight them. I woud let them do what I knew that needed to be done. I had to die. It was me or her, and I didn't want to kill her. At least a part of me didn't
Then, the girl did the stupidest think she could have done. She ran away. Ofcourse she stood no chance against me. I felt my instincts react immediately. Within seconds I was so close I could see the tears in her eyes, the little line of sweat dropping down from her cheeck down to her neck. Her sweet delicious neck.
This surely wasn't her lucky day.