That horrid feeling I suffered every time I murdered would return tonight.

It was a slow and ghastly night. But, by sunrise, I was finished.

I couldn’t have been further from happy. 

“Why are you in such an awful mood this wonderful morning?” Maria asked.

I just growled in response.

“Come on, Jasper, brush it off. Like me.”

“Maria, my empathy lets me feel the emotions of someone I kill!” I snapped.

“It’s really not so bad; just don’t think hard on it.”

“Did you not hear me?!” I shouted. “I feel the pain I bring to those I slaughter!”

I was so enraged. Did she want me to attack her?

“I heard you!” she yelled.

“Why can’t you listen then?” I snarled.

“I am!” she barked.

My relationship with Maria was always hostile. 

I walked away from her to pull myself together. 

“Where are you headed?” Peter asked as I paced passed him.

“Nowhere is particular,” I answered curtly.

A year went by, and it was time to dispose of the newborns.

“Go!” I yelled at him when he became depressed. Then, suddenly, he was angry.

I called out the next vampire, but Peter shouted for her to run. He chased right after her.