42; you both look feral

Just to clarify; Elias didn't know he could feel like this.

Being a vampire, even for the short amount of a few hours, had shown him how much energy he had. How much his body anatomy had changed. Compared to how he felt when he was human- being tired all the time, the tumour clawing at his brain until everything he did felt like a echo of what it should have been- now he felt like a Michelangelo statue come to life. Every movement felt as flawless as it looked, every muscle rippled with energy and strength.

So it was surprising, in the time the sky took its time to change from a light blue to a midnight black, he felt... relaxed. Lazy, like a panther stretching its muscles out in the sun. He hadn't known it could be possible, not so early.

Of course he'd seen vampires relaxed before, but he hadn't thought it would happen to him when he'd first awoken. He thought it would take time to settle, to be calm. He had the energy and the curiosity to see if he could power through a mountain.

Instead he was too busy watching the blond in front of him.

Both boys are on their sides, facing each other with only a foot of space between them. The sky might have been black, but Eli's vision was lit up with the moonlight and how it danced off Jaspers naked skin. It was shocking, how different he looked in every setting. Elias wouldn't ever get bored of it. He'd stay there and look at the blond forever, if he could.

Jasper looked back too, but not at Elias entirely. Not even at the dried specs of blood decorating different parts of them, or the smudge of dirty on their skin- which might as well as feel as silk. No, he's looking at Eli's shoulder. His golden eyes, capable of holding such happiness, are dark in emotion.

"I hadn't meant to harm you," the blond admits, apologetic and self critical. He reaches one muscled and lean arm out to Eli's shoulder, letting his hand unfold until one pale finger traces Eli's neck. More specifically, the mark that now rest there.

Elias feels himself shiver. "If I recall, you promised to be anything I wanted when I turned," he bids, waiting until his humour changes the expression on Jaspers face-when he realises how unbothered the newborn is about the bite-mark he'd left.

It never comes. Jaspers eyes stay on the mark like he's trying to heal it by thought alone. "But its scarred now, and I hadn't wanted to, I just got lost in the feeling of it all," he speaks slowly, like a man in mourning. When he looks up, his eyes held a remembrance of their first time together- a dusting of shock, arousal and love. "Your warmth trick took me by surprise and I... I just bit down."

Eli's mouth downturns. "I remember you liked it before when we messed around, I thought I'd give it a try. It was easier than when I was human, to pull it up," he reaches, gripping Jaspers hand with his own. They're the same temperature now, Elias didn't burn like he did when he was human. Jasper wasn't cold. They're equal. "I should have asked beforehand, I'm sorry."

"I should've asked before I sunk my teeth into you, now the marks going to be there forever," Jasper rebuts instantly, as if his actions are worse. He brings their conjoined hands together, kissing each finger, every knuckle, Eli's palm- each one like an apology.

Elias' curls his hand around the other boys, stopping him. Jasper looks up, still guilt ridden, and Elias can't help the way he whispers, "Jasper, my love."

The newborn watches as the words worked Jasper over- coaxed out the darkness of his mind, the parts painting himself as a monster. If Elias could, he'd dive head first into the darkness and set it ablaze- he'd allow Jasper to light in his mind so he could truly see how Elias saw him. A beautiful being, a magnificent man- a man made of terror and bloodshed, but also capable of loving so carefully that even a marking on Eli's body had left him turmoiling.

So funny- a bulldozer wouldn't apologise for crushing a flower: what should Jasper be apologising for?

Eli's lips lift, the darkness of his thoughts catching to his expression. Jasper feels his interest rise. "I'd have a thousand traces of you all over me, if I could. I'd let you sink your teeth into me until my skin matched your own. The only difference would be when people look at me, they wouldn't see a vampire who'd endured an awful lot of violence, they'd someone decorated in signs of love."

Elias brings Jaspers hand to his neck, to the mark now marring his skin. After that, Elias traces his hand out to Jaspers wrist, starting to trace a zigzag pattern over every teeth mark that decorated him. And there's a lot- they are his most dominant feature, clothes on or off. And it's why Elias had said it- because he truly meant it.

Jasper inhales, allowing Eli's scent and his words into his body. "Love and violence are a thin line to walk," he says, like a warning.

"And you've never shown me violence, only love," is the brunettes instant reply.

Elias thinks it's funny, what was the blond remembering? Some of the times he'd left bruises when they'd been so lost in each other that he couldn't contain his strength? Some of the times he'd raised his voice- just like Elias did- when they argued? How different their perspectives were.

"I'm aware of the difference Jasper... you are not violence, you're love, you're my embodiment of love," he reaches out, presses his palm over the scarred part of Jaspers chest, over his silent heart. When the blond looks up, a true soft smile decorates the newborns face.

"My love," Elias repeats. He'd said it before, but like most words, he hadn't thought them out, he hadn't tracked their origin in his brain. Now he remembers how he chose the nickname.

Jasper leans forward, pressing his head against Eli's. "Again," he asks quietly, his breath tickling Eli's lips.

"My love, my beautiful mate, my Jasper," the curly haired boy swears, cries, sings- the decoration of devotion blurring each time, but remaining the same meaning- my love. You are my only love.

They make love- slower this time, gentler than all the times before, as if Jasper needed to prove to himself he could be gentle. Elias feeds into him, into the way he held Elias close until it was only Jasper he was touching, into the way he didn't allow Eli's mouth to be unoccupied by his own. Elias gripped onto him, lost in the sensations Jasper brought to him- he wasn't being dishonest, he liked the love just like he liked the pain and the games they played. His reaction is the same- he comes saying Jaspers name just like all the other times and it's only after then that Jaspers guilt ease.

•••

"You know," Elias starts, still watching as the sun starts peaking, painting the sky into the darkest of oranges, a view Eli would describe as spectacular if it isn't for the boy he's laid partially upon. And by partially, he's overlapping Jaspers chest with his own, their legs mixed together, Jaspers arms wound tightly around Eli's lower back.

"When I was human I never used to understand what you all did to occupy your endless time," the humour spills out in small giggles. Eli turns from looking at the sky to bury his smile into Jaspers scarred neck, "I understand now."

"Emmett and Rosalie are the worst," Jasper murmurs in a wince, looking down at Elias, his lips twitching into a smirk, his earlier mood seemingly lost, "However, I don't think we'll ever be able to stop, so I won't insult them too harshly."

Those words spark desire down Eli's body and he has to concentrate on not following it. If they start fucking again, they might actually spend eternity in the woods. "Well, I mean, it's a fucking great way to spend forever," Elias smirks back, gazing into Jaspers golden eyes through long eyelashes.

"Ditto," the blond tuts, falling into Eli's playful mood, even when he brushes his hand over Eli's scar. "You really sure don't mind?"

The curly haired boy groans low in his throat, showing his fake annoyance. "If you felt what I felt, when you did it, you'd know I really liked it," he huffs, though his eyes are lit up playfully.

Jaspers eyes narrow. "Masochist," he calls, more a compliment than a insult.

"Probably," Eli shrugs, then smiles wide- too sharp, especially now he's a vampire, but it's Jaspers favourite one. "Sink your teeth in me again and see how fast I come undone," he baits, only half joking this time.

Jasper eyes close as he sighs- a normal sign that he can't comprehend the stuff coming out of Eli's mouth. Nothing really changes, Elias thinks, his head getting thrown back to laugh loudly at the blond. The sound echoes around them in forest.

"Horrid boy," Jasper mutters, but pulls him closer to his chest. Eli likes that.

"Jasper," Elias gasps in shock. The newborn sits straight up, the other vampires arms falls to his side as he sits up too, shocked with his reaction. Jasper looks at the brunette with wide eyes, trying to figure out what's wrong.

"Are Edward and Alice still out in the forest?" He questions, completely humiliated with how one track minded he is. All his sences tuned into Jasper- there could have been a war and it wouldn't have phased him.

"No, of course not," Jasper laughs with mirth, so bell like, it causes a current of electricity to wave over Eli's skin. Eli's shoulders unwind slowly. "When I realised where the hunt was heading, I sent a thought to Edward, telling them to leave and that I had you under control. That's if they were here. Alice would've left us the moment she knew we were fine. Also, We have a strict rule in the family. If you hear something you shouldn't, you walk until you no longer hear it."

The blond pulls his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on them. It's a very human position. "They're long gone," he assures.

Elias nods, accepting the words. Surely, he shouldn't have been surprised- he would have heard them, smelt them, at some point. Still it's a relief, especially as he can imagine how that would go. "Good, the last thing I need is Emmett getting wind of why they came back earlier or anything. I'd never hear the end of it." Literally, the jokes would come forever.

Jasper cocks his head to the side, very much looking adorable to Eli, "You could always burn him," he calls lazily, like they're talking about the weather.

Eli copies his tone as he says, "And you could make him so depressed he could kill himself."

Jasper grins, teeth flashing. He pushes his legs down and lifts his arms, a wordless order to come let him hold Elias. The dark haired boys smiles to himself and moves to the blond, straddling his lap and wrapping his legs around the vampire. It's more a position of closeness than sexual, but since they're naked it still sends a half shock to his cock- he's still, and forever will be, a teenager. Sue him.

"How do you all balance this?" The newborn pouts, ignoring the urge to grind down on the blond, to follow the thread of arousal thats wound in Eli's stomach. "I don't see Alice and Nate running off together whenever the urge to have sex presents itself."

"You've been sleeping at night. Those hunting trips they go on," Jasper pauses, allowing, the mock amount of sarcasm on 'hunting trips' to settle, "aren't always for hunting."

Elias thinks back... then starts to shake his head. Well played. "Fair enough," he thinks out loud. "I bet they don't completely ruin their clothes, though," he asks, looking down at his bare chest and then Jaspers nakedness.

The blond doesn't even look embarrassed. "You can wear all of the clothes if you want. Or we can share," he promises, pressing a short kiss on Eli's hairline.

Eli's chest swells in love. "Yes, because me walking back home with one sock and a shirt is really going to make Emmett be serious," he deadpans, already knowing how that interaction will go.

"Speaking of Emmett," Jasper sighs, completely mournful. "We better get home before Esme sends him and Edward to find us. It's happened before with Alice and Nate when they spent too long away from home."

Elias laughs as he imagines it. Then, as he images home, he images the other particular members of his family he hasn't seen yet- with these new and brighter senses. Without thinking about it, he's up on his feet, almost stepping to leave before he stops himself. "Almost left you then, slowpoke," the newborns jests, looking down at his mate.

Jasper laughs good heartedly at Elias and the mischievous grin that doesn't seem to be disappearing. "You're so easily distracted darlin," he chides, standing too, pushing his messy hair back from his face.

Elias pauses to stare at the way the morning sun shines against Jaspers scarred face, causing the faintest of glows to appear. "I know I am," he nods, scanning down Jaspers barren body, "Do you blame me though?"

Jaspers eye roll is fond. "Come on, we better wash all the left over blood off us before we head back," he turns east, taking a deep breath in, "The rivers close by, I'll race you there."

Elias runs one millisecond after Jasper does.

•••

Theres a pile of clothes folded neatly near the Cullen home when the two get there.

One part of Elias is extremely glad to not walk into the house butt naked. Because in the end, they couldn't decide on who could wear the clothes they did have, so they'd decided to be paired with the task of walking home naked. It was such a good idea, ripping off the articles of clothing that separated them last night. What a fucking joke. First lesson of immortality- think ahead when getting naked.

So Elias feels great full and fucking mortified that Alice even saw they needed the clothes.

Jasper, on the other hand, takes his embarrassment in stride. Actually, Elias is sure the blond doesn't even feel embarrassed, not if the shit eating grin on his face says anything. Fucker.

Elias grumbles swear words under his breath the whole walk into the house. He can hear Emmett's and Nates laughter bounce off the wood as the whole family- minus Bella, obviously- walk down the steps to greet them. Couldn't they give Elias the chance to run upstairs and try drown himself in the bath? Did they have the best excited family members and come out and greet them?

"Look at the two of you!" Esme scolds, stepping faster to the pair. Elias is struck with how different she looks in his new eyes- soft, warm, so lovely.

She stops in front of Jasper first, raising her hands to his face- for a millisecond the urge to protect Jasper curls in Eli's chest, tight balled like a defensive snake, but then Esme's familiar scent and her kind smile pushes back his newborn instinct. She brushes her fingers over Jaspers messy hair and wrinkled shirt clad shoulders.

"You both look feral," she frowns, turning to Eli next, scanning over him with a smile. Elias doesn't get what she means by feral- they're clean after all, the half an hour slash contest they had is proof- but he still bends down as she reaches to try tame his hair next, "People will think you aren't cared for."

Warmth buzzes through Eli's chest from her caring nature at the same time Emmett's laugh increases.

"Shut it bear boy," Eli growls, though he makes sure it's playful. Emmett's large structure shakes even worse as he smothers the laugh into his hand. Even Rosalie looks amused as she presses her lips into a fine line.

Elias is sure whatever their inside joke is about, it's sexual. Bastards, he grumbles in his head, which makes Edward start to smile too.

Esme stops fussing, pulling Elias into a hug. A newborn instinct surges like a wave at the fact his arms are immobilised and another vampire is so close to his open neck. He stiffens.

Jaspers reaches, rests his hand on Eli's back, rubbing small circles against his spine. He knows, from experience and his expression, about what Eli's experiencing. Elias eyes him, takes note of the complete calmness he pours even without his power. It calms the dark part of Eli's new mind, allowing him to hug Esme back.

"Welcome to the family Elle," she sniffs through a smile, emotional, at him as they part, gazing at him for a few more seconds before taking her place next to Carlisle.

Elias scans his family with a warm feeling, the smile curving his face natural. He feels shy again, like the first time Jasper brought him home.

"How did the hunt go?" Carlisle asks, looking at Jasper for answer. Eli's mind flashes to their actives after the hunt.

If Elias could blush, he would have- but of course he can't anymore. It's good, it makes his poker face solid.

"Well, extremely well." Pride shines through Jasper stance, especially as he looks at Elias with golden eyes, "He's a great tracker."

Elias doesn't know about great tracker, he followed instructions and is just glad he found something to soothe the burn in his throat. He didn't really think about anything else in those moments. Well, other than Jasper and how his eyes were black. But that doesn't count- he's always thinking about Jasper.

A sharp intake of breath makes Elias turn to Edward. "You shared a kill?" The mind reader states in moderate shock, eyes flickering between the pair.

The shock ripples through the whole families expression. "Am I missing something?" Elias asks, feeling his body stiffen in surprise. He doesn't like surprise in his new life, it feels wrong, like danger. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, of course not," Nate shakes his head calmly, the curtains of thick midnight hair shaking around his smooth brown face. His expressions neutral, but his golden eyes flicker to where Alice is next to him in a silent conversation.

"It's just uncommon, almost unheard of for newborns," Carlisle adds on when Eli's looks at him for an explanation, "We're essentially disconnected for moments when we feed, open to a an attack easier. To hunt together, to share a kill, is a very trusting activity."

Eli thinks back to feeding- ignoring the churn of fire in his throat. He knows what Carlisle means, partially. The blood had been consuming, but it hadn't made Elias territorial, or shield himself incase Jasper attacked. That hadn't even come to mind.

The frown Eli sports deepens. "But I do trust Jasper," he shrugs, looking at the blond next to him, still not understanding, "newborn vampire or not."

"Ah," Alice gasps, eyes shining, her grin almost giddy.

Whatever she's seen, or thought of, makes Edward nod too, "You're right," he laughs lightly.

"Alice?" Jasper questions, the hand on Eli's back clenching, like he's waiting for bad news. Elias moves closer to him until they're hip to hip.

She giggles to herself, pleased. "I just figured out why Elias is coping so nicely with the transition," she tells, more to the others than Elias.

Is he coping nicely? Jasper said he should have been more out of control, more emotional, more instinct drive, but Eli thought he was just being a suck ass. That and the fact Jasper had a tendency to make the situation seem worse, just incase it was a bad scenario when it did play out. That's why Elias had bet being a newborn wouldn't be as bad- he was betting against the blond. Even if he did trust him.

Alice turns directly to the blond next to Elias as she reveals, "He's finding this easy because he's so tuned into you."

All eyes direct to them, the shock clear. Elias sucks in a sharp breath, the pieces slotting together in his fast mind.

"What do you mean exactly?" Jasper asks her, but Edward starts speaking.

"All Elias' thoughts now, the ones I can hear anyway, revolve around you," he tilts his head, looking at Elias. "Anything that troubles him doesn't last because his newborn mind recognises Jasper as safe."

"When Elias woke up, he looked for Jasper first because he knew if he was there he didn't need to panic, because that's what was happening. Everything overwhelmed him, but then seeing you calmed him, it gave him a focus point," he explains, picking the curiosity still lingering the others minds, "The only time Elias did panic was when he thought there was danger, but he went to protect Jasper, then himself. Any other newborn would have tailed it when they felt threatened. Or fought everyone in the room."

The newborns top lip curls, his anger igniting as his mind is laid bare to everyone. He hadn't wanted all of that out in the open- not without asking. "Keep digging around in my head and I'll start imagining some very vivid things," he glowers, glaring at him with fire.

Some part of Elias knows it's because he wants to experience how Eli feels as Bella is going to go through turning soon, or in a few months. Edward wants to prepare himself to help her. The other part of Elias doesn't give a shit as his mind is private. Just because you have the power to do something, it doesn't give you the right to do it.

The revelation makes his family grin, even if his anger is present. Next to Elias, Jasper freezes, gazing at him with the softest of looks. That churning warmth spreads through Eli's body again, washing away is irritation.

"When they were running too, Elias was pulling ahead," Alice adds, "I was going to tell Edward interfere incase he strayed but he stopped and waited for Jasper to catch up."

"You old man!" Emmett cackles, his judgment clear.

Jasper breaks away from adoringly looking at Elias to glare at the large vampire. "I was a millisecond behind," he clarifies.

Elias smirks to himself, no he wasn't. He was at least a second behind.

"That's how it starts," Nate taunts, tutting purposely, "the next thing you know you'll be needing help to take off your clothes." He winces, the words coming out more sexualised than meaning too.

"Well, I mean..." Elias trails off, smirking with unhidden amusement. Emmett's roar of laugher rattles the house.

Jasper grumbles under his breath, the word sounding incredibly like 'idiots'

"Okay," Esme speaks, making the laughs around the room turn to quiet chuckles. She points a slender finger at Elias and Jasper before nodding to the stairs, "both of you go change, and shower with actual water. You smell like the river," she urges.

Elias doesn't need to be told twice- he's had enough of mind digging and teasing for the moment. Jaspers arm smooths over his side, both of them escaping before anyone can stop them. Different conversations start up as they leave, Carlisle goes and asks Alice and Edward about how Eli's mind recognised Jasper as safe. Esme and Rosalie go to the living room, the older woman gushing about how happy Jasper looked. Nate and Emmett went back to their ridiculous board game. Elias heard it all, their words, their clothes brushing against skin and how their muted footsteps hit the floor.

Elias tries tuning it out so he doesn't invade on any privacy, but it's difficult. Relying on his senses, always processing and analysing the surroundings for danger is as natural as breathing. Well, more natural than breathing, since he doesn't actually have to breathe now.

Jasper opens the bedroom door open for Elias and the scent hanging around the place practically smacks him. Elias pauses in the door frame, breathing in, flicking his eyes across the room.

Nothings really moved from the last time Eli was there. It's still all wooden floor and pale walls, decorated loosely in old pictures in a black and white aesthetic. The sofa bed still has Eli's blue pillow there, the walk in wardrobe door is still firmly shut as Jasper and Elias refuse to dress in Alices ridiculous style choices, the CD's stacked against the east wall are still sorted alphabetically.

But it's so different, too, because Eli's sences are perfectly capable of taking things in now. Like the scent- smokey, like a forest bonfire, so thick it almost devours the traces of Jaspers fresh cotton and leather scent.

"Wow, was that what I smelt like?" Elias asks, looking to Jasper, breathing it in again. It swirls down his throat, choking the flames there until they're only a small fire. It's not like feeding, it's not satisfying, it's almost uncomfortable, actually.

Jasper nods curly, breathing in too. For him the scents not at all uncomfortable, it's welcoming. Like a glass of water on a hot day. "Now you understand what I mean by you diluted my thirst," he says, the words almost like a praise.

Elias steps into the room, blinking back shock with how strong the smell gets as he does. "Do I still smell like that?" He questions, bringing his shirt to his nose to check. His scent smells the same to him, but he doesn't know if it's the same strength.

"Yes, all your human tricks came into this life," he answers begrudgingly, stepping to Elias, tracing his fingertips up his clothes arm, his eyes clouding in a way Elias knows he's trying- and failing-  to use his power.

Human life. Those words spark the blurry images of Eli's memories. Flashes of brown curls and pale skin, a young boy with excited green blue eyes- inherited by his mother, the crazy, shopping addicted, overbearing mother who was only tamed by her bulky coolheaded husband. The same husband Elias got his dry humour and attitude from.

It's not the first time they've appeared, not the first time the thought of them and the fading memories causes distress to plunge Eli's stomach. Elias knows the more he thinks of his human memories the more they'll stay- or as Rosalie explained.

Between the overwhelming moments of eternal life and the hours spent with Jasper, Eli made sure flick through his life, trying to keep every minute he could.

"My other family," he whispers painfully, finally relishing in the problem instead of burying it.

Jasper sighs, almost painful sounding, as if Eli in distress equals him distress. "Carlisle told David you're too sick to come to the phone," he frowns, highlighting a curve of a scar tracing his top lip, "He was waiting for you wake up until deciding what to do next."

Elias winces, tracing his throat with his fingertips, a human habit that's carried on into his new life. He knows he won't be able to see them, or interact with them...it'll be too hard.

At the same time, telling them Elias had died is even worse- they'd want to see his body and Elias doesn't think he'll be able to lie still as they 'viewed' him. Even worse, he couldn't rest in a coffin at a fake funeral, listening to his loved ones cry and realise he's truly gone.

"I don't know Jasper, I can't, I don't-" the musical note his voice is now is curving around hysterical. It's odd, being sad, because he has the urge to cry, to sniffle and want to catch his breath- but he can't anymore.

"Don't work yourself up Elias," Jasper shushes, sliding his palms over Eli's jaw, thumb stroking his cheek. "We'll think of something to do, don't worry. For now you still need to relax into your new life," the sides of Jaspers pink lips curve, "You haven't even seen what you look like yet."

"There's a reason for that," Eli grumbles, leaning into Jaspers body, inhaling the blonds masculine scent and enjoying the way it's tinted with his own.

"Come on," Jasper encourages, pulling the boy through the door situated next to the walk in closet, the bathroom.

Elias sucks in a sharp breath, tasting the flavours of the air, finding comfort in tasting Jaspers scent. The newborn had also made a effort to look away from reflective images in the day and half he'd been awake. The very thought of seeing the changes of his appearance terrifies him.

Elias had stared into the mirror for eighteen years and was sure as to what he'd see- humans didn't change much, and ever since Eli's growth spurt at fourteen- which at the time, was amazing, since he'd looked older than he was- he'd pretty much stayed the same since. He'd grown a few defining muscles from skateboarding and working out that made him look older, but other than that, he always knew what to expect.

As Jasper steers them into the body length mirror, Elias doesn't concentrate on himself, not instantly. His eyes wonder and zero in on the way Jaspers looks, the way his hair waves into his face, the way his scars litter across his skin, the way his eyes glow. The way his body leans naturally towards Eli.

Then Elias looks at himself, and he's almost unrecognisable.

The golden glow to his skin is gone, now it's coloured the same tone as Jaspers, white smooth marble, no imperfection in sight. No throat scar. If he was shirtless, his back scars would be gone too.

His body's leaner and his muscles more defined than remembered- yet still rippling with fluid beauty and strength, like a panther, always ready to pounce.

Elias frowns, the person in the mirror copy's the action too- dark curved eyebrows pull together, tugging the smooth angular planes of his cheekbones, defining the straight nose and plump pink lips.

Then the two biggest parts- his hair no longer flicks oddly like it used to. Now the dark brown locks are glossy loose curls, pushed backwards from running, still framing his face nicely. Elias knows if pushes them down, they'd almost touch his eyes. He regrets not getting a haircut before the battle now.

And his eyes- no blue grey, no thunderstorm. Now they reflect the fire that dances in him- vividly vicious red, alive like a inferno. Just like Victoria's had. His creator.

Elias knows attributes from creators don't carry onto immortal life, but for a moment as he looks at himself, he sees it. Elias' eyes, face, body, swirls with a clear mischief and danger, like hers had.

It's odd to see, but the clear threat of Elias clings to him like a second skin.

Then he understand, taking in his eyes and Jaspers bite scars and how their body language matches, that it's not because of Victoria. It's all him. Now he knows what Esme means when she called the pair feral looking.

"Well," Elias smirks, watching the way his face lights up, "At least we match now."

Another update. It's 5am, I'm sorry if there's mistakes, but I wanted to update and I'll come back and fix stuff. Sorry this chapters just more baby steps into Eli's vamp life and how he and Jasper show their love in different ways. Jaspers love language is touch, Eli's are words of affection, but they both venture into each other's just to get closer. 

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