A Predator's Fear
Summary: Even a predator has fears...
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Blood haunts her dreams by bringing up so many memories; the tears drowned her in misery, silencing her voice. Blonde tendrils that would be soaked with sweat are dry as she awakens with a cold terror in her heart.
Terrors that had her unable to connect with her own family; a family that while were not related to her by blood, they were together by blood nonetheless.
She might be a predator now, stalking in the night for her next victim. But none truly know the predator's own fear. The fear of having nothing: no pain, no memories, no hope.