September is a month in which one has to watch the lively, colorful summer slowly and painfully die into the chilly, decaying fall. I waded through the river into the woods, observing my surroundings. The leaves were already turning tangerine, vermilion, bronze and gold. However beautiful it sounds, it's incredibly depressing through my eyes. I could hardly stand to look at it. I wanted to turn around and dash back to the warm, dry house, but I had to feed soon.
Tracking prey in the fall is much harder than normal, because the sickening odor of decay fills the air as the so-called beautiful leaves fall and are crushed to crumbles beneath my bare feet. I finally caught the scent of a mountain lion nearby, and I was swift to follow it.
I spotted my prey and lunged, still not sure as how to kill without getting my clothes dirty. I greedily drained the poor creature of its warm, crimson blood in almost no time.
I was satiated enough to last for a while longer. I couldn't stand being in the forest that would soon turn into a barren shell of the lush, emerald green landscape it once was.
I sprinted at full speed back to my invitingly open abode. I waltzed through the door, happy to be back.
"Edward," I called as I walked through the door and into the blinding white room. "I'm home!"