Jasmine Watson-Love in decaying hearts

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Once, on August 21st, 1923, there was a little girl named Jasmine Blair Watson, celebrating her seventh birthday. Her mother and father threw her a birthday party at their house, inviting all of the relatives they could find and friends of theirs. Jasmine didn’t know many of the people there, but she didn’t care, because more people meant more gifts!

Her favorite gift, however, was a porcelain doll with short blond hair, glittering blue eyes, and in a pale pink dress, with a matching pink bow and white socks that had tiny pink bows on them, encircled by gray Mary Janes. If the doll’s hair wasn’t much shorter than Jasmine’s own and if it had green eyes, then it would have looked just like her!

Jasmine named the doll Chrisalyn, for she thought that such a name would be suitable for such a doll and thus, vowed to never part from it, ever.

Her parents had told her early on during the party that she wouldn’t officially turn seven until the sun was down, because she was born at night. Jasmine didn’t understand how that was even possible, but her parents insisted.

So, as the afternoon light still lingered and the people invited to the party were all still gathered in the parlor room, helping themselves to the food and drinks, Jasmine walked around the house with Chrisalyn in one arm, going to no place in particular, just trying to entertain herself by looking at the different rooms, imagining stories for the rooms that she passed by. Each room looked as though they held their own story with how versatile they were, with how much variety they had, with-

Jasmine noticed that there was a tall, dark silhouette in her bedroom. She didn’t see much of it in the hallway, so she walked up to it until she was right in her pink room, until she saw that the silhouette was only a pale boy with wavy black hair and glimmering red eyes, dressed in a black suit and sporting a white tie. He looked like he was almost an adult, but not quite.

“Who are you?” Jasmine asked, for she had never seen somebody with red eyes before. She didn’t even know that it was possible! Maybe the boy was magical and that was why he was in her room, to show her some magic. She read plenty of fantasy stories to know that humans never had red eyes and that if he wasn’t human, then she could have a chance to talk to a creature who could do things no human could!

The boy smiled at her with closed lips and said in a lilting voice that sounded like it could make tree leaves sway:

“My name is Azrail and I’m an angel.”

At that moment, black, ragged wings spread out from his back, almost taking up her entire room. Jasmine gasped, clutching Chrisalyn even more tightly. Was she really face-to-face with an angel? Really?

“I know that I don’t look like the type of angel you’d hear about, but I’m not evil. I promise. I only came to wish you a happy birthday.” Azrail said, again with a smile that didn’t show much of his teeth.

Jasmine didn’t think too much about it, because maybe he didn’t like his teeth! She sometimes heard about other kids in school hiding their teeth because they were all crooked. Maybe Azrail was just like that. Maybe his teeth were all messed up. She wasn’t going to get upset about it, because that would be ridiculous!

He kneeled down to her level and sat down on one knee. From the inside of his suit jacket, he pulled out a can of orange juice.

“This is your birthday gift, Jasmine. It’s not a very fancy gift, but I thought that you would like it. I promise to give you greater gifts as life goes on, greater gifts that you didn’t even know that you needed!” Azrail said, handing her the juice can.

Jasmine stared at the juice can, trying to think of the right thing to do. The juice can looked good, but would her parents be mad at her if they found her taking something from a stranger?

But then, he told her what his name was! He also told her that he was an angel and he had the wings to prove it, sooo…

Who was she to say no to an angel, even if he looked a little scary?

Jasmine took the juice can that Azrail was offering her and sipped from it, enjoying the taste of fresh oranges, wishing that she had more juice boxes for later, and-

It tasted sour. Too sour. Why was it so sour? Why was it starting to burn her tongue and throat? Why, she felt pinpricks of heat crawling inside of her! The juice wasn’t like anything she ever had, it shouldn’t have been sour, right? Maybe a little bit, but not too much?

Jasmine threw the juice can as far as she could, then tried to speak, to ask Azrail why the orange juice tasted odd, but…she couldn’t move her mouth. She couldn’t even move her legs. Everything felt so heavy, was weighing her down, was…

She fell into Azrail’s arms, who was smiling at her with his teeth…two of his front teeth looked so sharp…so pointed…so scary…

“I’m afraid that juice was poisoned. But don’t worry, you won’t feel much pain when I drink your blood!” Azrail chirped.

Drink blood?! Why was he going to drink her blood? What did he say about poisoning her? He poisoned her?

Jasmine tried to wriggle free from his arms, but she felt herself growing weaker and weaker. Nobody was coming to her room, either. How could they not think to check on her? How would they not try to look for her? Weren’t they starting to worry? Wouldn’t somebody come to save her?

Azrail brought her close enough so that he could whisper in her ear:

“I may have lied about being an angel. I’m a vampire, so I need to eat. Please don’t take this personally. Or do, I don’t care. You’ll scream anyway.”

And then, he bit so deep into her neck that Jasmine felt like her skin was being ripped off into shreds. She tried to scream, but it sounded all gargled, all messed up, she couldn’t move her lips properly.

She should have paid attention to his head more. Angels had halos. He didn’t have a halo.

…………………………………………………………….

Years passed by since Jasmine died. Everybody knew that she was missing, but nobody knew what happened to her, for Azrail had eaten the rest of her body, but left behind her doll.

Except Jasmine. Jasmine knew, but she was possessing her doll, Chrisalyn, and she could not do anything from inside a porcelain doll body. She tried before, but no one could hear her. Maybe they could and chose not to, she had no way of knowing.

She stayed in the house with her parents, for they could not bear to part with a doll she loved so dearly, but after they died, her doll went from house to house, thrift shop to thrift shop, until sometime later, in the year 2013, she ended up in the arms of a six year old girl named “Alice”, a girl who called Jasmine “Daeva” and promised to love her, forever and ever and ever.

Alice was nice enough, but Jasmine wished that she could at least talk to her. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Jasmine would be much happier if she were still alive.