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AN: First published fanfiction, enjoy.

Anger. It was a wonderful feeling. It blocked out the pain, the despair, and the tears…all caused by him.

After he left me I was lost, truly lost. Every thought was linked to him. Just imagining that I would never talk to him again, never see him, never feel him…was enough to drive me insane. I didn't know what to do or what to think.

But I usually got over disappointment quickly. And even though this time it took 3 months, I got over it. And surprisingly I stopped blaming myself for Edward leaving. I gave him everything he could have ever asked of me. I gave him my heart, my soul and my body. I cared about him a million times more then I cared about myself, but I guess that was not good enough. I realized that whatever I did, or said could not have changed his decision. It's funny how sometimes seemingly noble actions are in reality the opposite. He left because he wanted me to be happy, to live a human life. He wanted me to live without the dangers he brought with him. And as many times as I've said that he was all I wanted, he never listened. He was a hundred percent sure that I would be happier without him, and that's all that mattered. He didn't want to be responsible for my happiness and safety, so he fled. He fled and left me to rot in my despair.

As soon as I started recovering, I gained an objective view on our relationship. His overprotective personality never seemed to bother me, but now it did. It was so stifling to think that I followed his every command. I couldn't even be angry at him! All it took him to calm me down was a kiss. One kiss and I was at his feet showering him with my forgiveness. And when my anger wasn't that easily tamed, I blamed myself. I blamed myself for being angry with him. I told myself that this was all for the best, that first of all he had my interests in mind. He had me wrapped around his finger.

When it got easier to think about our past, I thought about those moments when I was angry with him. I replayed them over and over, thinking about what I should have done instead of letting him of the hook. I was pathetic. And I didn't even realize it up till now.

He was a manipulator. Sure, he might have never wanted to hurt me, but he did. He did because he was selfish and always sure of himself.

I could feel a new emotion inside of me, emotion that I never truly experienced. It was anger.

And with that one spark, I ignited.

Sitting around moping no longer satisfied me. I wanted to do something, I needed a change. I wanted to feel powerful and in control of myself. I wanted to show the world that I didn't need him. That he lost me for good, and that he would regret it.

I was tired of being concerned about everyone but myself. I wanted to leave Forks, so I would live somewhere alone.

Charlie noticed the changes in me, but I think he was glad that I finally got over it. When I told him I wanted to move, he encouraged my idea. School was done and there was nothing holding me back.

For the three months that I remained numb, I worked a lot. It took my mind of things. I had enough cash saved up for me to last a while without even getting a job. I packed my things and left. My destination was New York.

The city was crowded but I didn't mind. I liked the busy streets and the rushing people. Soon I became one of them.

I rented an overpriced apartment because it was the best I could find and fortunately got a job during the next month. It was a coffee shop, nothing serious. The money was enough for me to get by, and I couldn't count on anything better without a degree. As soon as I realised that I signed up for night school, and attended evening lectures. I liked being independent, and my anger towards Edward fuelled me whenever things got hard.

My life was fine until one night everything changed.

I was walking from my lecture that ended surprisingly late but I didn't want to waste money on a cab. The university was close to my place and there was a convenient shortcut through some campuses. I was completely relaxed and humming a tune. I've done this many times before. I was almost home; there was just a little park between the last campus and my building. Suddenly a sound caught my attention.

It was a sound I've heard before, a low inhuman growl. I couldn't tell where it was coming from until I saw a silhouette appear from behind a tree.

My breath was hitched in my throat, but I was not scared. Suddenly everything made sense. This was the perfect solution. I would have power, strength and beauty. I would be everything Edward was. We would finally be equal and his beauty would no longer fascinate me.

The silhouette was moving slowly towards me. I couldn't tell the vampire's gender yet but I could see that they were tall and lean. Their trench coat was softly blowing in the wind.

My brain was processing a million thoughts at once. How could I convince them to turn me? What would I say for them not to kill me? When should I start speaking?

But my thoughts were halted as the vampire came into the light. It was a male. He had long black hair cascading down his shoulders and piercing red eyes. He was beautiful of course but I could tell that he was relatively old. He looked older then Carlisle but not by much. He stopped and looked me in the eyes. He seemed to be studying my reaction. I decided it was my time to speak.

"Wait," I tried to remain calm, but it was proving difficult and I didn't know how much time I had before he decided to drain me of my blood.

"I know what you are," I continued, "and please listen to my request. I want you to change me. I know that at the moment you would like nothing better then to drink everything I have, but please, I need this. I would be your companion, I would help how ever I could, please—,"

He was looking at me and I could see the surprise in his eyes, but there was something else. Only now I realised that he wasn't standing straight. He seemed to be slumped on his right leg ever so slightly. I looked back to his face just to find him still looking at me. He looked contemplative, and it gave me hope and courage to continue.

"I was friends with your kind before, I know how you work, I would help you. And if you didn't want me I would--,"

I was cut off by his teeth an inch from my neck. Suddenly he whispered,

"I pass this power onto you, my time has come to an end. It'll take time for you to understand, but one day when you claim your place remember it was I that gave you your wish. I am Kane."

I felt his teeth puncture my flesh, and I was succumbed by pain.