Again, I do not own any rights to Twilight or the following books of the saga. That's all works of Stephenie Meyer. I'm just trying to fill in some gaps that she left so blatantly open.
The smell burned the back of his throat and drove his nostrils in a frenzy. It was the same scent he had been tracking for miles and miles, slowly searching and keeping a fair distance, waiting for the optimal time to strike. Yes, it was strong now. The patter of feet on the wet, stone street was growing louder with each light step he took. Now all that was left to do was wait for the right time to strike. It was close now, he could feel it in his cold veins. Patience was a virtue he had acquired early on in his new lifetime, the lifetime of a vampire. He had all the time in the world to wait, but not enough time to strike being unnoticed.
"AHHH!" The ear piercing shriek echoed among the old, cracked streets from approximately half a mile down the road, judging from the echo. It was time to strike. It was time to make him pay.
In the blink of an eye, he effortlessly took flight in a run at death defying speeds, something coming second nature to him. Every few seconds, he would lift his nose in the air, following the scent lingering in the slight night breeze.
Yes, he thought. I'm close. I'll get there soon. The girl will leave in a mad rush from this abomination of a human and I will be able to feed from his vile body. This makes it justified, the need for the blood. I'm not really taking from a human. I'm taking from an evil creature undeserving of the air he is breathing.He stopped briefly to smell the night air once again, noting that it was in one of the few alleyways that this creature was in. He hissed in pleasure and walked speedily to the one the scent was strongest at. His eyes were filled with sorrow and satisfaction as he reached the end of his hunt. He had found what he was looking for, but the act of which he found it doing was beyond anything justifiable.
Grunting, the man had a woman pinned to the cold, crumbling, red brick wall of a building as he began to try taking advantage of her. The woman, a sheer mess of limbs underneath this large, dirty, overpowering man, let out cries for help that were left deserted and unanswered. Her voice began to die down as exhaustion filled her body and she slowly gave up her fight. The man, with an evil grin stretching across his face, held her up by her neck with one hand and began making busy work with his other, pulling at the woman's clothing and ripping it bit by bit.
"No," the woman let out quietly pleading. "Please, don't do this to me. Not me. I'll give you anything you want, just please stop. My husband is expecting me home. I won't tell anyone about this. Just please, don't hurt me." Her voice shook with fear and she tried bartering with the man for her freedom, her dignity.
"Ya' know ya' like this," the man hissed back at her, his words slightly slurring and his hand still in a frenzy to remove her clothing. "Ya' want this just as much as I want ya'. O', I've longed for ya' for so long. Yer every gaze in my direction as ya' walked throughout the street on the arm o' that pathetic little husband of yers, every smell of yer hair waving in the breeze, I knew I had to have ya'. Now, just be quiet and it will be over soon. Just don't fight. It'll make things easier. Trust me." His voice was rough and the alcohol on his breath could be smelled from miles away. This once friendly town drunk had turned into a monster of massive proportions.
A deep hiss filled the alley as the man began busying himself in rapid, sporadic movements throughout his body. The man looked over his shoulder to see a blinding set of inhumane teeth, glistening in the moonlight, exaggerating their slightly sharpened edges.
What the hell is going on here? The man thought out loud to Edward, though the man was unaware of this. Who does this guy think he is? This is my prize. I'll deal with him later. Just a few more moments.
This was all Edward needed to hear. After knowing of all the repulsive thoughts that had been going through this man's mind the past few days, this was just enough. He sprang at the man, tearing him from the woman. The woman dropped down to the ground in a large breath of relief and began gathering her tattered remnants of her clothing.
Meanwhile, Edward had what he wanted in his arms. The man struggled, but it was no good in the iron grip Edward had on him.
"Man, what are ya' doin'?!" The man shouted. "I wasn't hurtin' 'er! We was just playin' a game is all! Ask 'er! She'd tell ya' if ya'd let 'er!"
"That seems to be up for dispute, you disgusting piece of filth. You don't deserve for me to even give you the chance to try and explain. I shouldn't have given you the moment to state your lies. You'll die as anything of rubbish does. In pain."
With that, Edward hunched over the man's body with the blinding, acute thresholds of his teeth exposed and, with a low growl, lunged into the man's neck, sinking them into the main artery, and began drinking the burgundy colored blood, not sparing a drop to leave evidence of his attack on the ground. The blood was never sweet, tasting as dirty as the degenerates themselves, but this was the way it had to be. If he was to feed on humans, it would be the outcasts, the egregious beings that performed the most deplorable actions upon others. However, it was human blood and it would suppress the burning in his throat and satisfy his hunger.
He was soon finished and threw the ash white corpse onto the ground. He stood erect from his crouch and wiped the corners of his mouth, looking around cautiously to make sure there had not been any witnesses. His eyes stopped at a horror-struck face sitting against the wall, frozen in trepidation. The woman had not moved from her place since he had freed her from the man's overwhelming hold.
"PLEASE!" The woman's voice was a quiet shriek of terror, unable to fully digest everything that she had just seen. "Please, don't hurt me! I just want to go home!' She pleaded, her face unable to unglazed itself from the frightened disposition.
Edward made his way slowly and guardedly to the woman, his palms facing her in an act of surrender.
"No," he spoke to her, the sheer velvet of his voice caressing the woman's tense body and slowly loosening it bit by bit. "I will not hurt you. You've done nothing wrong to deserve this sort of behavior. Go, now, and be with your husband and try not to recall anything of which happened tonight." He turned from her and left running speedily in the opposite direction, leaving nothing but a faint memory of himself.
What I would give to be able to control the minds as well as read them, he thought to himself. It would make these sorts of things so much easier on me and the victims. He sighed. He knew he would never have that ability. Even the ability he had was a greatly envied one, for not everyone had these special traits after their changes. Even Carlisle was surprised by it and could not come to a complete conclusion about it. He knew one thing about his special ability, though, and that was the Volturi would love to use it in a heartbeat.
Oh, Carlisle and Esme. He had missed them a great deal, but could not stay with them forever. Just feeding from animals was not enough. It never fully quenched the thirst he had. It never silenced the desires in his mind. He had never wanted to be a killer in the first place, but if he had to then he would do so by killing the repulsive beings instead of the innocent ones. However, if he could go back and change everything, he would.
Edward began running at incredible speeds as he began reminiscing about the change, shuddering every few moments at the pain from the venom. Yes, if he could go back, he would've chosen death.
It was 1918 when Edward had to undergo the excruciating pain of becoming a vampire. Lying on his death bead in a sea of cold sweats, he waited for the bright light to come closer to him. He was aware of the things going on around him, the massive amounts of death from the Spanish Influenza. There was pain there, but it was nothing like the change.
He remembered his mother and father and missed them dearly. His father was lucky, being taken early on from the illness. His mother, however, stayed by his side throughout her pain. Despite the ailment in her body, she fought to keep him alive in every way she could. She was there to lay a cool cloth onto his brow as it beaded with sweat. She was there to hum him her sweetest lullaby tune that she had played for him on their piano throughout his days of growing. She was there to hold his hand as the pain would elevate more and more. She had died by his side, trying to keep him alive, begging fate to spare him.
He remembered Carlisle, the doctor who had volunteered to help when the epidemic hit. Carlisle was there every chance he got. Carlisle tried to keep his mother alive for him, but the influenza made her weak and unable to keep her body thriving. He remembered that his mother pulled Carlisle into her face and, with her last breath, asked him to keep her son alive within every power he withheld.
After Carlisle had taken his mother to the morgue, he made his way back to the hospital area, determined to make good on his promise. When Carlisle had found Edward, he had been on his last few breaths and only had a short amount of time. Carlisle placed Edward on a cool, metal gurney, covered him with a white sheet, and rolled him to the morgue, knowing that he would just be seen as another causality, with fear in his heart for this. He wished this on no one, but he had to keep his word.
"Edward," Carlisle whispered once they were secluded from everyone. "Your mother had me promise that I would keep you alive using any means necessary. I need to share something with you. I am a vampire. I can give you life once again, but I need to know that you are willing to accept this life. You will feel pain far worse than what you're feeling now, but that will be replaced with nothing. You can live as my accomplice in life and my son, but you must be willing to make this change. It is not my decision to make. Are you willing to change from a mortal to a vampire, an abomination like myself, to stay alive in this world, leaving behind everything from your mortal life, and live like me the rest of your life?"
Edward nodded slightly, signifying that he was willing, but he was just a mere boy of 17. What did he truthfully know about this change he was taking? All he knew was that it would stop the pain he was in, the labored breathing, the never-ending fire raging throughout his body. It was there, in the morgue surrounded by the many corpses the influenza had claimed, that Carlisle had lifted Edward's neck slightly and bit him gently, beginning the change.
The burning sensation filled Edward's body so fiercely, he barely noticed as Carlisle threw himself away from Edward's neck. Edward couldn't make sense of anything, the pain was so blinding. He was no longer aware of where he was, what was happing around him, all he knew what he wished that he had died. And slowly, he did.
Carlisle whisked Edward back to his place of residence while Edward was going through the change, appearing dead to the world. He placed Edward in his bed and slowly waited for Edward to wake up. Minutes went by and Edward did nothing but lay there, eyes closed and body temperature dropping speedily. Hours upon hours passed and there was nothing of response from Edward's cold body. Once the days began to come and pass, Carlisle was sure that he had done something wrong.
If only I knew what I was doing, Carlisle had thought to himself. If only I had more of my kind here, to guide me in this. How could I have been so foolish? This death couldn't have been as dreadful as passing from the epidemic. Never again will I attempt to change a human. I'll forever have his blood on my hands and, for the rest of my eternity, my punishment will be solitude.
Carlisle waited a week before deciding that something needed to be done with Edward's lifeless body. He had come home from a night of working with the humans who were dying in large amounts and began to proceed the task of trying to give Edward a Christian burial. He walked into his bedroom and saw, to his shock, Edward sitting on the bed in a state of panic.
"Where am I?!" Edward asked incredulously, looking around every which way. "Why am I here? What's happened to me? Who am I? Who are YOU?" Edward demanded answers to all his questions and Carlisle was all too happy to answer them, relieved that he had survived the change.
"Edward, my name is Carlisle. I took care of you at the hospice while your family was dying from the Spanish Influenza," he began explaining. "Your mother, on her death bed, had me promise to keep you alive with all of my being. I obliged to her wishes. You are a vampire, Edward, as am I. I brought you here as you were undergoing the change so that I could keep a watchful eye on you. I didn't think you had made it, actually. How are you feeling, Edward?"
"Hungry," was all Edward could reply. The burning was creeping up his throat rapidly and he longed to put the fire out. "Do you have anything for me to eat?"
"Unfortunately, Edward, I cannot let you prey on humans. At least, not right now. I work at the hospice at night and with it being daytime, you cannot be in the sunlight. However, this home is old enough that the rats make their way in by the multitudes. Please, help yourself." Carlisle looked at Edward with deep regret. He could remember the change, it was an experience he would never forget. He recalled how badly the thirst was and how no animal could quench it better than a human.
Edward hissed at Carlisle, glancing sharply all over the room.
"I hear the beating. I can hear the fresh blood pulsing through their veins. I must have it!" Edward made his way up from the bed and lunged at the window. Carlisle followed just as quickly, catching Edward before he could make his way outside.
I know some things seem out of place, like the time frame of Edward's change. If you read the books closely, though, you will find that there is no real set time frame for the change to take place. Reviews and such are appreciated.