January 12th

Twilight.

My favourite time of night.

I walked away from the balcony window of my most recent run down hotel; to turn the channel over. It's the news, reporting another death. The cities crime rate has reached sky high since I moved in, with the news reporting death after death, and a thousand pound reward for anyone who had details, however small they may be.

That was funny, as I nknew who had done it, I knew how, but I didn't know why. I didn't know why the rage had come over them to kill those people - however far from innocent they may of been - and I don't know why the blood that once boiled inside them had to stop flowing. I didn't know before, that anyone would be capable of that. Okay scrap that, I didn't know how I could of done it. Or why.

After having observed the streets below me minutes before, and saw it was silent, I decided to take my one and only friend for a walk. The sound of the lead being taken down off of it's hook had my chocolate brown labourador come running, and sitting patiently at my feet, "funny", I thought to myself, "how easy it is to please something so mundane"...

I put the lead the lead around my dogs neck, and proceeded down the once beautiful steps of the hotel, navigating my way to the clostest field near by.

The sky was perfectly clear, and pitch black, the moon was full, looming down on me, like an accusing eye, damning me, ridiculing me, and pushing me out of my apparant false sense of security.

Everytime a car wooshed past, I tensed, waiting for it to pull up beside me, and take me to my inevitable cell, I named it, Consequence. Ofcourse, the car just wooshed past, after a life of commiting murder and never being caught, or even any leeds about me; I didn;t know why I was so nervous. I had killed, and moved away, as usual. Killed, and moved away before the tsunami of guilt won that was waiting to wash over me. Killed, and moved away before anybody realised all I did was mysteriously appear in a town, seemingly from nowhere, at night, twilight, infact, and then move away - never to be seen again - weeks later.

We got onto the field at last, even thogh it was only a five minute walk, it always seemed to take forever when ones trapped in ones mind. At my command my dog, Charlie, sat and waited for her lead to be taken off, and looked up at me with eyes full of klove and excitement, before heeding my request to go, and bounding off into the darkness. This disturbed me "Charlie!!!" I whispered, until she came back. Although I knew vagly where she was, she was out of sight, and I didn't like to be alone.

That was when I first met her

She walked from behind me, smiling at my well trained labourador at my feet, and nodded hi. I nodded back, groping my neck for the dogs lead I knew I'd placed there. She laughed at that and said to me "You look like a man fighting off a noose"

These lines are what I believed triggered my deja vu.

"Hey"

She thrust her hand in front of my face. Startled I took it before I fully grapsed what she was doing. I was such a long time since I had had friendly skin to skin communicaion, I was so greatful I held on far too long, and far too tight,

"boy, you're strong!" she laughed at me, shaking her hand free of the cramp I'd inflicted upon her. Better than death like everyone else!! My subconcious screamed at me. To drown it out I spoke quickly, "My name's Edward, what's yours?"

"Uhm... Bella...." She whispered, refusing to make eye contact. Strange, very strange. I wonder what her secret is?