EPOV
I was dying, I was absolutely positive of it. My mother had died hours before, and my father a couple weeks ago. Just as the life was draining my body, ready to leave it, I saw the most beautiful creature, and I was sure I was in Heaven. She smiled at me, her pale skin seemingly glowing against the lantern at my bedside table. She leaned over me, as if to kiss my neck, and everything went black as I was suddenly burning in the depths of Hell.
I snapped out of my reverie, ignoring the glare I was currently receiving from Olivia. For a vampire, she never learned patience, and she was almost as old at the Volturi themselves, seeing as how she was Aro's daughter in his human life. Rather than seeing his only child grow old and die a happy life, he choose eternal existence for her, and because of that act, I suffered as well. I had learned that the world contained no interest for me. After almost a century as a vampire, humans became predictable to me. Boring, even. And it didn't help the fact that I could read their minds as well.
"Edward?"
I inwardly cringed at the break in silence. "Yes?" I composed my face before turning around to look at her. Her hands were placed on her hips, irritation evident in her posture.
"You didn't answer me. Are you hungry?"
"No," I sighed, though I hadn't fed in little over three weeks, and my resolve was wearing, my eyes blacker than night. Olivia, like her father and the other members on the Volturi, fed on humans. I'd never admit that every time I killed an innocent being that a piece of me died inside, as if there was anything left. I saw the monster in the minds of my victims, and knew it was me. I didn't want to be a monster, but Olivia insisted there was no other way. I knew deep inside that there had to be. Damnation couldn't not have some kind of redemption, no matter how insignificant it was, could it? I was snapped out of my thoughts once again by the sound of a door slamming, and Olivia cursing to herself.
Now was my chance. It was now or never.
I hoped my resolve lasted until I was far away. It wouldn't be good to be sidetracked by the smell of fresh blood and give Olivia a chance to catch up with me. I took out the map of the United States I've been studying for a couple of days, looking over the northern west tip of Washington, where a forest and the most rainiest town in the country existed. I would go there, in hopes Olivia would not find me. Eighty years, and her companionship meant nothing to me. If anything, she was far worse than her father when it came to the annoyance category.
I would go to Forks. I heard that one of the largest covens existed there, and surprisingly the death rates weren't dramatic in the Olympic Peninsula with such a big band of vampires grouped together. I threw some clothes in a suitcase, not really seeing what I was doing, and pulled out a passport and go to LA. I would run the rest of the way, to cover my tracks if Olivia decided she would want to search for me. I prayed she wasn't somehow intelligent enough to ask Dimitri to track me. I zipped up my suitcase, grabbed the passport, and made my way out of the cabin and ran, never once looking back.
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Let me know if you like this, so I'll know maybe it's not completely bad. Haha.
Thank you, Alex, for telling me to write a fanfiction xD.