Kicking daisies, to some, a harmless phrase. But when you find the meaning its not so harmless. To me I find comfort in its words. It has a meaning only I can describe. It is also my job. To some I am considered an assassin, to others a plain killer. I am seen, but not seen, I am here but not here. My body hangs on the line between life and death. I have a certain aura that draws people to me. Its a desire of most. And my eyes are full of the longings of people, sweet like a chocolate chip cookie fresh out of the oven and flowing like honey. My scent draws people in as well. I smell like a bouquet of fresh roses. If I can get them to look into my eyes I can feed on there every last thought and there memories, gone. I am getting more energy to be alive again. I am on the verge of being sucked into a hole of lifeless souls , a place for the killers and the people like me lifeless souls with no purpose in life but to kill and to suck the life out of innocent passerby. Another name I have been called often...
Vampire.
My name is like a whisper of death, I can survive on the blood of others. With there power I can be pulled cell by cell into the world. People who find no fear in my presence come at me with stakes and crusifixes, but little do they know that stuff is just a folk tale. My new mission is to track down a human by the name of Isabella Swan. What a gorgeous name for such a pale lifeless figure. She has fallen into my trap by falling in love with the vampire Edward Cullen. He has taken sides with me and my brethren and she is my last hope of coming into this world again, reborn if you prefer. All I need is one moment of her beautiful gaze. I need her eyes and her memories and most of all...
Her Blood.