Preface

Vampire.
It's the only way to describe me, the inner me. Not the innocent, eighteen year old girl with ash-blonde hair and stormy, determined eyes, but the demonic creature lurking inside my soul. The real me is dead, dead, with empty eyes that don't see, don't feel. I can't care, I can't love, I can't breathe. It's suffocating. Suffocating me.

Jasper is posessed. Already juggling schoolwork and relationships and dealing with bullying, Jaz doesnt have time for this.
But when she begins to loose hold on reality, can she get things under control before she lashes out, killing those around her, and herself?