The Scent Of Jasmine
Grey eyes peered into the darkness; seeing further into the night than any human could fathom. Jasmine heard the loud beat of music long before they reached the city, so she knew exactly where she wanted to be.Click here to return to the book page
Gareth touched her arm as she moved to get out of the car.
“Jazz, your contacts.”
Jasmine scowled, her porcelain face crinkled in disapproval.
“I hate those things, I can’t see properly when I have them in.”
Gareth, amused by her tantrum, laughed and squeezed her arm.
“Get used to it little one. That’s how I see the world every day. If you want to walk among the humans you have to be one of them.”
Being almost the human equivalent of nineteen years now, it annoyed Jasmine that Gareth should still refer to her in such derogatory terms, but if it wasn’t for him she wouldn’t be allowed into the city at all, so she bit her tongue.
Besides, if anyone found out who she really was it could put her whole community in danger. So for now she complied with the rules, understanding the reason for them.
Jasmine’s family tree came from dark roots, which crawled up through the soil of a place called ‘The Field of Blood’. If you were Christian you would believe this was where Judas Iscariot met his own death.
There were several theories on the unfortunate demise of Judas; one that he had hanged himself in the field he had purchased with his thirty pieces of silver gained from the betrayal of Jesus Christ. When he fell to the earth his body split open, spilling his blood onto the ground. Others believe Judas was what we would call today, a patsy; planted to take the fall for the greatest hero ever written about, and therefore just as much a martyr.
Whether he knew his fate or not, he was the founder of a secret society living among people, today called vampires. The ‘Kiss of Judas’ became more than a betrayal; delivered with incisors that had evolved in Jasmine’s ancestors over many centuries, his ‘Field of Blood’ an unlucky necessity to imitate life among the undead.