AN- Dang, I've posted, what, 3 new stories today?!? I have no life (it's summer). Post-BD. This is an idea I got when I saw the extended scenes. Edward told Bella not to read them, so of course she does. No idea where I'm going with this. Review or PM ideas to me if you have them, I'll try to post them. I don't own Twilight or Jasper and Alice would be the main characters cuz they're AWESOME!! And Rosalie would...get seriously injured. Anywayzles, on with the story!
"Yeah, I wouldn't read those."
His words rang in my head as I sat on the bed he had bought for me, staring at the pile of journals. All of them his, written by him, and I wasn't supposed to read any. What could possibly be written that he didn't want me to read? I looked around; no one was watching. It couln't hurt to just page through one journal. I reached for the books, carefully and quietly selecting the one at the very bottom of the pile. The date was August 2nd, 1918. This was what I was looking for. I began to read the words written in Edward's elegant manuscript.
August 02, 1918
I think I am in shock.
Dr. Carlisle Cullen just told me that I am dead. He explained that my mother's dying wish was for me to be saved from the illness that had taken her life. To fulfill her wishes, he claimed that he had turned me into a vampire.
At first I doubted him, but the instant I looked in a mirror, I assumed that that was the best explanation. The creature I saw was not me. The glaring red eyes were a dead giveaway. So was the pale white skin and lack of resemblance to my original appearance. I stared at this utterly inhuman creature that was supposedly me. I felt my throat burning as I stared. Dr. Cullen tells me that this means I am thirsty and that we will go hunting soon. I am not entirely sure what that means.
~Edward Anthony Masen
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I read over the entry several times. I'd never really thought about when Edward had turned into a vampire. He had always been that way to me, and I found it hard to imagine him differently. There seemed to be more entries on that subject, so I kept reading.
August 03, 1918
I found out last night what Dr. Cullen meant by "hunting": we go into the woods, find an animal, and drink its blood. My throat is still burning, but a great deal less. Dr. Cullen says that animal blood is a less-satisfying substitute for human blood. He says that he would like me to hunt animals, like he does, but that I don't need to. He jokes that he is a 'vegetarian' vampire. I suppose that's partly true.
I can't sleep now. At all. I guess it's a vampire thing, because we never get tired, either. That's going to take some getting used to.
I'm not exactly sure how I feel about being a vampire. As Dr. Cullen says, we are immortal, so I will never know if vampire life is better than death. I am vaguely aware that I am different now, though, apart from the bloodlust. Not as...alive.
~Edward Anthony Masen
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For the next few entries, there wasn't anything special. Hunting, humans, eye color, etcetera. One entry, however, caught my eye; it was about Esme. I heard Edward coming up the stairs, though, so I noted the page number and replaced the journal at the bottom of the pile. I would be back in the morning.
AN- And it's done! I apologize for any grammar/spelling issues, feel free to point them out, but be nice! I'll fix them ASAP. Oh, as an afterthought...whoever goes by the name You're An Idiot/You Idiot/Still An Idiot, thank you. It's always good to know when people don't like your work. I probably won't delete the stories, but I appreciate the honesty!
I lost the game,
~Squint-la