It was not automatic, their partnership. It most likely seemed that way, to the erstwhile mortals unfortunate to cross their path, but the two fit ill together. Luther’s need was visceral, animalistic—he lusted, hungered, pined for the lack of blood, of pain, of tearing some fragile creature and ripping until the sound of its heart could both him no more. Luther was, to Jasper’s trained eye, not to blame for his cruelties. He was only as he was made. Jasper, by contrast, needed such things for no reason other than that without them, he felt weak. Purposeless. Human. He laughed...