Lexi
A hundred years I have been a vampire, a hundred years alone, hating myself, hating what I had become, cursing the one who kept me alive enough to feel this pain, this torture. Or maybe I had been left for dead and chosen to survive, for those a hundred years I have made my way from place to place, never settling in one spot for too long. Tahiti, Western Europe, Northern Canada, you name it, I've been there. Living alone was something I had to do, not by choice, but because the closer I got to anyone, the harder it was to lose them. I had tried not to feed on humans, but the sensation, the thirst was too great a force to resist. I hunted them carefully, always men, men that lived alone, older. Maybe I figured they would be the ones no one missed, but the loss of a loved one was always detrimental to someone, wasn't it? I wish I wasn't a killer, but I just couldn't stop, it was my nature afterall, to kill.
Next was Forks, Washington, a place for me to hide with its dreary, rainy, cold days, I would be even less likely to be exposed. The run to there from Canada felt like a walk down the street. To be able to run so fast that even the humans had to think twice about what they had seen or heard was amazing, like a predator. I fed before I had left, to give myself a few days to adjust to thr area when I got there before feeding.
I settled in the woods, perching myself on the highest tree to try and overlook the small town I was about to invade. I smelled enough supply of humans to last me likely a thousand years to come.
Getting to know my surroundings, I explored every part of the woods, trying to find the most reclusive place I could as to keep myself hidden. I didn't know how long I was going to stay here, but something told me I should prepare for a lengthy stay.
I was so excited, I felt like I needed to feed again, even though I probably didn't. With all these new humans around, it was a wonder why I felt the need to feed so badly, they all smelled so appealing to my taste. This time, I didn't look for the age of the man, I just looked for whoever was closest and most convient for my grasp. I closed my eyes, and let my nose find my victim.
I caught a scent almost immediately, a flood of scents actually. I followed them until one in particular stood out, the closest.
Then I saw him. He was a middle aged man, hanging garments on a clothsline in his backyard. I examined him from behind the nearest tree. I check my surroundings again, no one around but him and I.
You sure picked the wrong spot to settle down alone.
Will you put up a fight?
Will your blood be more sweet or salty?
My thoughts raced, I was ready to feed, the thrill of the hunt making my mouth practically water for blood.
I readied myself, slowly getting low, ready to pounce on my prey.
I sniffed the air one more time, before leaping towards him.
We flew backwards gracefully, he was so unaware of what was going on, I could smell his fear. It was the worst part, knowing that they were afraid, even though you were the monster, and they had every reason to be afraid.
I fell on top of him on the ground, his face striken with confusion; terror.
He looked in my eyes, wondering who I was, or maybe why this was happening to him, starting to whimper, I couldn't deal with that, so I took my hand, pressing his face to the side in the dirt, and sunk my teeth into the strongest vein in his neck, blood inviting itself into my mouth, which ignited a frenzy in me. I couldn't stop until every vessel was dried of the red warmth.
I barely struggled, I ate quickly before draining him dry.
Rising up from my kill, I stood over him, admiring my quick work. It was a clean kill. No sign of life left, I actually took a moment to pity my kill, but I had no time to wonder about a possible family, friends, any of that. I had to leave the area before anyone saw.
Sunday afternoon
Dr. Carlisle Cullen's Office
"Find anything interesting about the body?" Chief Swan asked the doctor.
"Actually no, it just looks like another animal attack Charlie, the first in awhile.
"We both know that, "normal" doesn't cover anything anymore. Did… did Jacob?"
"No, Charlie, of course not. There may be things you don't understand about this world, but understand that Jacob could never kill a human. And think about it, if he was killing as the animal he showed you, do you really think that there would just be one little mark on his neck?"
"Well, no, are you saying there are vampires too?"
"Charlie, you have much to learn, now is not the time, we just have to figure out who did this, or what did this. The only evidence on the victim was these two tiny bite marks, not external or internal trauma, he didn't put up a fight."
"I don't have a lot to work with here, Carlisle," Charlie said, doubting he would ever close this case, and bring a killer to justice.
"I'll do whatever I can to help, I'm just a call or a visit away," Carlisle reassured Charlie. He stood up to shake his hand after the two of them finished looking through the photos of the victim, and Charlie left the office.