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Jasmine White didn't like crowds. In crowds, there were too many opportunities for her well structured self control to unravel. There were too many individuals were breathed and lived and pumped blood through their veins for her to ever be comfortable around them. It had been years since she tasted the likes of human blood, but Jasmine could never be completely confident in herself to handle large clusters of people. It was safer in her self seclusion, no matter how lonely she became some days. In those days, she just thought about Frank and those few months she had with him.
Necessity, or rather her need to read something new, drove her into crowds. She had to reach bookstores in order to find something new to read. Libraries offered her little. Most of the books in the library she had already read at one point or another. Bookstores came out with new titles all the time. Life was kept interesting by new things.
She walked through the shopping village with a serious, almost expressionless face. Her dark hair was left on its own, laying about her shoulders and her golden eyes flitted observantly about at individuals passing by. Her pale skin was played down by the pale, pink t-shirt she was wearing and the light, ripped jeans. Her arms hung by her side as she stopped to look in the window of the bookstore. It took her a moment before she decided to walk into it. It was a small town, so Jasmine knew that her selections would be few. Small towns were her preference and she didn't fight with what they offered.
Jasmine walked into the store, snorting in a bit of annoyance at the bell that alerted her presence. She pretended to ignore it while contemplating ideas about how to destroy it without causing a scene. She headed to the new release section, picking up one book and reading the back. Ironic how the book she picked up was a gothic, semi-romantic novel about a vampire. What was so appealing about her kind? Jasmine would never know.
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