Hiya! This is my first story for Twilight so wish me luck.

This is about Edward before he came back and joined Carlisle. This is also his first run-in with a true werewolf. It'll switch between their two POVs throughout the story so it won't just be his. This is also how I think he first came into the realization that eating humans was wrong.

Disclaimer: Oh yeah. I am Stephanie Meyer and instead of finishing Midnight Sun I'm sitting here changing my own story on a place where only users can read it.

For those of you who don't speak sarcasm I have a translation.

Translation of Disclaimer: I wish I was the person who thought up Twilight first, but sadly, I'm just a crazed fan with a laptop

Edward's POV

I was face to face with another dog. I glared at its golden eyes through the bush it was "hiding" behind. I rolled my eyes. All the mongrels were the same. They underestimate me and I end up killing them because of it.

They are all what they believe to be justice and to be right. They are firm in their belief WE are the wrong ones. Pah. Right. Yet I saw one get to angry and maul a human. The human didn't survive. Stupid little mutts.

The dog contacting his friends saying he found the vampire and it hadn't detected him yet. Riiiiiiiiiiight. I smiled. Sometimes these little mongrels were amusing.

Is it the same one that took Mia? I knew I was hearing the entire pack's voices now. This one sounded large and in charge. I guessed it was the alpha.

No, sorry Zach. I know she was important to you but you should learn to let go. Beta. Most certainly the beta.

It is harder than that! Zach mentally shouted. I loved her. I scoffed. Love was useless and normally only seemed powerful enough to drive humans mad. I had thought other species would have been able to rise about its power. Clearly only the blood-drinkers could be strong enough.

Shh! It's looking straight at me! I had gotten so caught up in their thoughts that I hadn't noticed myself turn and look at him. He ran, shouting to his pack that he needs backup. I rolled my eyes and raced away.

Stupid wolves I thought to myself at least a dozen times. I finally didn't feel like running anymore. I could've kept going until I reached Canada (and I'm here in South America so that's saying something) but I didn't see a point. I have only been a vampire a few years. The image of my dying mother, (a fuzzy human memory but still painful), crossed my mind so often I could almost see it straight. This blood lust is amazingly powerful. I crave human blood. I didn't realize it for about a year that my eyes had turned blood red.

Nightfall finally came when I pulled myself from my own solitary thoughts of death and pain. Now I was all hyped up and ready to get going! Right. I wish. But now I'm hungry so I'll have to find blood. Wow. I really must be losing it. I think I'm starting to talk to myself inside my head. "Weird." Oh crap. The insanity really has begun.

I soon saw civilization. I ducked into the trees and walked, at a human pace, into the little farming village. I knew I would be able to find food here.

Ah. A little girl tending to the sheep. This should be easy. I crouched, hesitating for one moment too many. Something flew from the bushes and pushed me to the ground. The stank hit me right away. The damn mongrel that gets in between me and my food! I turned to look at it. This wolf was HUGE! Even as the werewolves go. It had golden eyes and a reddish-grey fur coat. Its thoughts were silent. Silent? That couldn't be. I listened closer, but still nothing. It jumped at me and it knocked me to the ground!

"Bloodsucker!" It shouted. Why was it talking?! Werewolves don't talk! Unless….. Oh no. Oh no!

That's it for right now. I hope you guys liked it! Now remember, reviews (especially good ones) help me type faster to get the next part up! And sorry it was short, but it's the beginning. Bginnings always start shorter with me!

~Ramothra