Jasper hated moments like these. Moments when flashes of a life long past invaded his mind and made his marble skin tingle. Memories he wanted to forget or at least push to the back of his mind.

Memories that had been burnt into his every being with every crescent-shaped scar covering his skin like a map of a time when he'd still been feeding on humans and a place where there had been only one person of importance to him. One woman.

And as much as Jasper tried to force those memories out of mind and concentrate on the task at hand, being strong and not disappointing his family and more importantly himself, those flashes occasionally still came to him.

And they always ended the same, with soft lips pressed against his ear, sweet breath ghosting over his skin and the whispered words that still haunted him after so many years: "You'll never forget me..."