Jacques-Louis David. A name very similar to her own, after all she was named after the Jacques bank and now she stood infront of a painting by that man. Jac was born to late to have actually met him, but she got a pretty good feel from the painting that she was viewing. Just before the french revolution, just before she was born. She stared at it, all she wanted to do was to touch it. To feel his passion on her delicate fingers. The lustful want burned her whole and she had decided from the moment that she laid eyes on it that she was going to steal that painting.

Her icy blue eyes studied the marvelous almost invisable brush strokes, the dulled background bringing forth the characters, the story. About triplets. Another thing she had in common with the painting, in the very back of her mind she had a primal aching- like she was missing something, or two things, two sisters. Well, that was a load of crap becuase as far as she knew she didn't have any but the painting still called to her. She looked at it, only the women showed thier feelings, becuase they where allowed to- the men? Thier faces where frozen.

The triplets are showing thier respect for thier father, laying down their lives to fight in a war. Jac had no father, and had no war to fight. Even if there was a war, Jac doubted she had the ability to choose a side and stick to it becuase in a way there was already a war, between the packs and the covens. Correction; there is a war.

As Jasper walked into the museum, he saw a painting smack dab in the middle of the wall. It was an old painting, at least it was older than he was. Today he was here to enjoy himself. He had dismissed his bodyguards and just wanted to enjoy the artwork. He noticed a girl staring at the painting in awe. He really didn't think it was that beautiful but it was like the girl didn't want to look away. He caught her sent. He knew that it could have been a mistake to dismiss his guards because he smelled vampire on her.

He strolled with caution and quiet feet hoping she wouldn't notice him. That was unlikey though because he smelled one hundred percent lycan. He thought she was pretty for a vampire. The way she stared at that painting though really intrigued him. He had never seen someone so fascinated with something. He decided maybe she was worth talking to. He slowly tiptoed beside her as if he was interested with the painting as well. He flashed her his charming smile and raised one eyebrow at her. He was feeling a little flirty at the moment and thought that a beautiful vampire was the way to go. It was flirting with the enemy but his pack would never know. Vince and Dani were the only two who he was somewhat close with and the rest just cowered at a glance of him. It would be his little secret. "Hello," he said smoothly.

A strong smell flooded the quiet mesuem room, the potent smell of werewolf- a smell not last to her. A small smirk played on her lips, but her eyes remained focused on the delicate workings in the painting, the pained expressions. Jac knew at once that the wolf was 'royalty' if you like. "Hello." A smooth voice slid in from beside her. She turned her head sideways at him, like him she had an eyebrow raised but instead of a charming smile she had that darned smirk on her face again. Her eyes fluttered all over his body, taking in what was the leader, he looked so young, so fresh.. so delicous. Jac couldn't help but wonder what the pack would do to her if she pulled a black widow on him. She chewed the outside of her lip in thought.

Her eyes went to the painting one more time before returning to the wolf. She took a step towards him, seeing how he'd react. "Hi." She replied her voice soft and light, she smiled revealing her naturally sharp teeth- they weren't even extended, they where just a little pointy. She looked back at the painting, the smirk back on her lips. She pointed to the painting, her arm extending gracefully. Jac was sporting a impossible short pink mini-skirt with fluttering layers and a neon yellow logo top that said 'live fast die young' she certainly didn't look like the type of person for a museum. "Guess what this painting means." She leaned in, her cheek brushing his. "If you guess right you'll get a prize." She whipered into his ear.

Jasper could tell from the second he walked in that she knew what he was. It was so hard for him to try and stay away from her because she was that appealing. As she side-stepped toward him and greeted him with a smirk, Jasper tensed a little. She was eyeing him up, the way he did to look for weakness in people. Jasper saw her teeth and they weren't fully out. He was wondering what she was thinking, if he looked tastey to her, he would not be able to move faster than her to get away. Jasper stood his ground and didn't show that he was tense, he just stuck that charming smile on and let it stay there. Now would not be a good time to show weakness at all.

He couldn't stop looking at her. Her mini skirt and yellow top were not clothes a normal human would wear to the museum. Any female, regardless of race, in a mini shirt had Jaspers attention. He was sporting a tight t-shirt from Abercrombie and Fitch and his usual casual baggy jeans. The top compilmented his six pack and made him look kind of like a greek god. Her voice was so soft that it made Jasper get goose bumps, there was difinately something he liked about her, but he didn't want to show it.

"Guess what this painting means," she said to him. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "If you guess right, I'll give you a prize." As her cheeks brushed his he felt as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning. Her cheek was so soft and the feel of it made some of his wolf hairs on his neck pop out. The brushed them back down and tried to think. He honestly had no clue what the painting meant. It confused him but he tried to think. He pushed his eyebrows together and sat in total thought. Finally he spoke. "It has something to do with war," he said causually. "Those three men are showing respect to the older one and are going to fight the war. The women are promised to them," he said, actually he was guessing. "Thats about all I got," he said quietly. The words flowed so smoothly and perfect out of his lips. He started to walk around her in a circle, as if to attack but that was not his intention. He turned his head from side to side as he walked slowly. He stopped where he was standing before and looked right into her eyes.

Jac smirked at him again, her eyebrows raised. She raised her hands and very slowly clapped them. "Well done, I really thought I'd have you clueless on that one." She wtached him carefully as he circled him, not with her eyes but with her ears. Montiring the fluidity in his footsteps. Her eyes remained in the space where he was standing before, ready to put a hand on his throat if he tried anything- which she sincerly doubted he would.

He stopped infront of her, his eyes blazing into hers. A man that stands his gound, yum. Jac licked her lips, her eyes fluttering curiously over him again. She could see under the folds of his clothes that he had a nice body- now it was just the matter of getting him out of those clothes. Her look of thought and concentration was broken by a rather large- and almost scary- grin. "Want you prize?" She leaned towards him, slipping her thumb in the waist band of his jeans and pulling him close. She leaned into him, her lips brushing his neck before going to his ear, biting on it playfully. "Jac."

She pulled, back laughing, running her hand through her snow white locks. Her eyes a hypnotic blue and they danced in the museum lights. "I hoped you liked you prize." She took a few steps back. "You got my name."

He had guessed right apparently because she was clapping for him. Although he didn't like her comment that followed, he was quite pleased with himself. As he stared into her ice blue eyes, Jasper could tell she was planning something. He knew he made her nervous when he circled her and that was his intent. He could smell her nervousness but let it slid away. He did not want to use her fear or weakness against her like he would with his own pack. Sometimes Jasper liked to make people nervous, it made them more vonerable. He always felt more comfortable with vonerable people because thats who he was. They were much better listeners than high strong people and they were so easily scared. She was different though, she was not afraid of him.

As she eyed him again, Jasper tried to look away, but found it almost impossiable. She licked her lips and Jasper could not tell if it was out of hunger or something else. He knew that it was unwise to let his more animal side take over, especially around a vampire. He composed himself but as he did, she grinned, almost too wide. She offered him the prize he was promised. As her finger slipped down the waste of his jeans, Jasper tightened. He expected there to be a catch, there was no way she was going to give him exactly what he wanted. But as she pulled him into her, Jasper's heart skipped a beat. Apparently, he was becoming very easy to seduce.

As her lips brushed his neck, Jasper tried to control himself but found her touch sensational. He had not been close to anyone in a while, almost thirty years. Jasper was not use to this kind of attention and this feeling. He felt totally week and hated that about this situation. As her lips moved from his neck to his ear, he gave in so easily. He remained with the same look on his face and the same tenseness he had before, he did not want her to know that she was driving him mad. She bit his ear playfully and he heard her whisper "Jac". It was her name. That was his prize. He knew there was a catch and that she wouldn't just let some random stranger do what he wanted to her. It was sick they way she had just toyed with him. She apparently thought it was funny but he was not pleased. This was why he didn't trust people. All the same, he had expected it.

She took a few steps back and Jasper regained control. This time he was going to use his charm and make a move on her. He would reverse what just happend and come on strong to her. He took a few steps toward her, so his face was almost in hers. He leaned in toward her and let a charming smile crack back on his face. "Jasper," he whispered in his silky voice, just loud enough for her to hear. He made sure that he looked her in the eyes when he said it.

As she backed off he came forward, which she in truth thought was a bit silly- backwards, forwards, backwards fowards- they must look quite wierd, and the whole thing was really quit amateur. "Jasper," The male whispered, his eyes gazing into hers, he looked defiant and and his grin was pretty cute. What the hec? Jac leaned into him as he did, so that they're mouths touched. She parted her lips and lets her tounge scout out the inside of his mouth- warm and soft. She pulled back, smirking again. "Figures, I had a dalmation called Jasper once."

She grinned, lacing her fingers around the back of his neck. She titled her head at him, looking at him for a moment, her smile soft- and almost caring. She leaned back in, lips parted as if to kiss him. When she was mms away from his lips she didn't moved away. Her cheek sliding over his as she once again approached his ear.

"Do you know who I am?" Jac whispered in his ear, her hand running up from his waist band under his shirt- feeling the toned, strong muscles. "Becuase your really putting yourself in alot of danger."

Jasper contiued to look into her eyes. He felt so helpless against his wolf side. It finally took him over. She got closer to him and they're lips finally met. He grabbed onto her hips as she kissed him. Her lips parted slowly and he felt her tongue in his mouth. He placed his strategicly in hers. She pulled back and made a slight comment about his name. She smirked and he felt a little rage at the moment but brushed it off.

She grinned and he felt her hands on her neck. As she looked at him, he felt himself almost freeze. He was so locked in her gaze that he was hoping that she was staring at him in approval. She leaned in again but instead of kissing him she stopped right before his lips. Her cheek moved across his again and Jasper was still going crazy from her touch. It felt like static shock therapy to him. His face didn't show it but it was definately there inside him. She went for his ear again.

Her soft whisper entered his ear. She asked if he knew who she was. Honestly, no he thought. He had only ever heard of one vampire named Jac, the black widow. She had been hired out to their pack before to steal some things from the Vorace. Was it possiable that this was the same vampire? He had never seen the thief they hired but perhaps it was a different vampire. He felt her hand move up him his waste band and up his shirt. Her touch made more of his wolf hairs stick up on his neck. She warned him that he was putting himself in danger. He didn't care. He could take care of himself. "Perhaps I do know who you are. What would you if I said I did know you? Would you take your hand out of my shirt and just let me leave?" he said quietly and smoothly,pulling her in by her waist. His hands moved down to her thighs, his touch was light and soft as he moved them up her thigh and back up to her waist.

His touch was tender and warm on her bare thighs and truth be told it left her wanting more. "Perhaps I do know who you are. What would you if I said I did know you? Would you take your hand out of my shirt and just let me leave?" Jac nodded slowly, in niether approval nor disapproval- just thought. She leaned into him, so that thet're lips where just about to touch, but they never where. "Quite the oppisite, I'ld fuck you just for having the guts." She whispered into him, before finally letting her lips press on his, her tounge slowly exploring his mouth- warm and soft. She brought a spare hand and rested it on his broad shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips as she pulled back.

Her eyes wondered down to her feet for a moment, the petite converses had left no marks on the pristine marble flooring that seemed to glitter in the bright light- too bright. "What do you say we go somewhere.. darker?" Jac couldn't keep the temptation out of her voice as her eyes slowly rose up to meet his, her definied thick eyelashes framing her icy eyes.

He could tell as his fingers danced along her legs, that she wanted more. She leaned into him again and said "Quite the oppisite, I'ld fuck you just for having the guts. Humm this idea pleased him. She was telling him exactly what he wanted to hear. He was so hungry for her now. As she kissed him, he could feel her hands on his shoulders. He moved his hands from her waste to the back of her thighs and pulled her even closer to him. His hands tightened and as she pulled away again his grip loosed. Her smile was beautiful.

As she looked at her feet, Jasper wondered what was going through her head. It was so hard to read her like he read everyone else. Her actions were always so unexpected and foreign to him. It was probably because he was a little rusty at this. He hated being so close to people and it was hard to remember how long ago it had been since he did this sort of thing. He would take people home with him, usually only to be eaten but that didn't mean he never had fun beforehand. He was thinking that it had been awhile since he actually had gona all the way. Usually just a little make out session was good enough for him and then he would eat the victum. Then she said it. "What do you say we go somewhere.. darker?" The temptation in her voice was almost irresistable. Her eyes met with his and he felt himself smile. He stared right back and raised one eyebrow and smiled. He was almost saying yes with his expression. He thought she already knew his answer, otherwise she wouldn't have asked. He smiled his little smile and winked at her. He didn't want to say anything in fear of sounding too eager.

To be honest, which Jac mostly was. Bluntly honest, really. This wasn't forgien to her, new, or even surprising. It was almost like Jac needed sex. She honestly couldn't remeber a day where she hadn't had it, not for a very long time anyway. So I guess, you could say that she was addicted. That she needed it. It was her drug. Blood she could go out with for maybe a week or two but sex? No, she needed that every single day- the more new the person, the better it was. Strangers where fun.

She watched his face like she was getting paid millions to do so. It was attractive, she wasn't going to deny that, it moved so smoothly and delicously. His expressions excitedly cute. Her hand slipped over his shoulder and down his arm, stopping at his wrist, gently grasping his hand and pulling herself into him, wrapping her free hand arounf the back of his neck. "Then where shall we go?" She whispered into his neck, before gently kissing it.

He watched her hand slide down his arm and onto his wrist. He let her pull herself in closer. The closer the better it was for him. He was getting used to her being there, next to him. "Then where shall we go?" she asked. Honestly, he didn't know. As she kissed his neck, Jasper would have liked to just keep going there, but that was definately no an option. He loved that she was such a stranger to him. He loved strangers because they were so mysterious. Plus, he didn't know if they would ever meet again, so there was no akward silence.

Jasper thought of two options in the museum. He did not think either were really worth it but he danced his fingers across her bare thighs again. This time, he let his hand reach her mini skirt. He pushed it up a little in a teasing sort of way.He hoped she would know of somewhere to go. He didnt come here often so he had no idea of where to go. He tried to spark an idea in her head as he looked at her in a seductive way. He eyes had nothing in them but lust and desire.

Jac raised her eyebrow. The wolf hadn't said a word since she's asked him if he wanted to go somewhere darker. She wondered why that was. Shy? Scared? A little freaked out by the pace of which things where moving? She doubted all of these, all though, today was moving a bit faster that even she was used to. But nervous? His physical actions spoked otherwise. Her hand went to his hand, the one that was teasing her skirt and she slipped hers inside of his and gripped it. "Follow me" She said softly, sparkling eyes catching his.

She pulled his hand before letting it drop and walking about 15metres until they reached a door marked 'staff only'. Without any hesitation she pushed open the door. Inside was what she guessed was the staff lounge. Large maple book shelves lined every room, in the center was several deep red sofas and a large maple cofee table, the floor was wooden, the room itself was really wuite delicous and the three staff members sipping their coffee inside made it all the better. Jac licked her lips, one of them stood up to shout at her for entering but the mans protest was haltered by Jacs intense gaze.

Without turning her back from the tasty little humans Jac closed the door and locked it, a look of worry passed through every single one of their faces. She turned slowly to Jasper. "Shall we?" She tempted.

He let her take her hand in his and as she pulled him, he followed. They walked until they reached a door apparently for staff only. Jac retched it open without hesistation and the humans inside were fairly alarmed. The atmosphere in the room pleased Jasper greatly. It was a mixture of the two things he loved most, sex and fear. The combination was perfect.

The room was quite handsom itself. The maple and the red contrast was nice, he had to admit. The smell of human and coffee was an extra aroma that added a nice little touch. He saw Jac lick her lips and then click the door. The humans looked alarmed as she tempted him. We shall, he thought to himself. He pushed her up against a nearby wall. His arms around her waist, he took in her scent. It was sweet yet bitter. All he knew was, she definately smelled better than he did. He watched as the humans figured out what was going on and as they headed straight for the door. He cracked a smile and showed his canines. He was hoping it would freak them out enough to send them running for the hills. As a few of them left, without taking his hand off her waist and without turning his head away from her, he clicked the lock with his free hand.

After those pesty humans were gone he returned himself to her gaze. He smiled a little and went in for a kiss.

She couldn't help but pout as she watched the suculent, plump little librarians leave the room, her brows knitted, watching the last of the fan out. She was pushed against the wall, the wolfs delicous hands where all over her, his charming grin tempting the hungry thoughts out. Jac narrowed her eyes at him. "Hey I was gonna eat those." She whined, looking longingly at the door. The little wolfy was going in to kiss her again and Jac placed her index finger onto her lips and grinned michevously at him. She chewed her lip for a moment, looking almost innocent before grabbing his shoulder and pushing it around so that it was him against the wall. Her innocent grin soon turned somewhat evil as Jac leant in and kissed him, her sharp tounge exploring the alien landscape of his mouth before biting his lower lip.

"If I can't eat the humans.." She said quitely. Her hand running up his thigh and then to his waist band, she stroked the button, before pulling it down, unlatching it so to speak. She leaned up, her kisses trailing from his collar bone to his ear. He nibbled the earlobe. "..Then I'll just have to settle with eating you." She finally finished. Her teeth extending and flashing a violent blue. She brought her kisses back down to his neck and gently let her teeth press down on his skin.

Apparently, he had ruined her meal. He could have found some good tasting ones in there too but he didn't complain. As he leaned in for the kiss, her finger stopped him. It happened a little too fast for his liking but he was against the wall now. Great, he thought. If anything was to happen, he would be so vounerable now. She kissed him now, her tongue in his mouth and her teeth on his lower lip. He kissed her was just as much force and moved his tongue into her mouth.

It wasn't long before she pulled back again and spoke to him. He felt her hand running up his thigh and moving to the button on his jeans. He felt it come on down and he tensed a little."..Then I'll just have to settle with eating you."
He tensed again. He wasnt sure if she meant really eat him or in the sexual kind of way. He saw her fangs fully extend and he felt them sink into his neck. Although the touch was gentle, she was a vampire at his neck. He stayed tense and let his muscles flex. Unware of her true intensions, Jasper let her continue. If she was going to make this hard, Jasper would fight back.