Human. I am human. A stupid, darn human, walking among vampires! Why am I here? Why do I talk to the undead? Why do I befriend these predators? What purpose do I serve with these creatures of the night?
I can guess my purpose. I'm food, and all of those filthy vampires are tricking me, wanting me to be the healthiest human ever. When I am at my full human strength, they'll suck me dry. I know it. There's no doubt…
Edward flipped through the diary, his red eyes blazing on each single page. The human girl was right; his kind had killed her, the instant she was healthiest, when her scent was strongest. In fact, it was he that had sucked her dry. It was he that was there, seeing her eyes widen, hearing her delicious scream. It was he that caressed her gently right before he sunk his sharp teeth into her neck. The girl's fragile skin had broken so easily under his razor-sharp teeth.
Edward smiled, remembering how sweet that girl's blood was. He remembered the soothing feeling of fresh, warm blood down his throat. That girl's scent that been so great….Too bad it had to come to an end.
That girl had become too involved in Edward's pleasing life. She had pushed him over the edge when she had fallen in love with him. Edward had to start wearing special-made contacts in order to hide the glowing red of his eyes in order not to frighten the girl. Bella was her name, and she carried around a scent of freesias.
Edward growled to himself as he thought the name. Bella….He had loved that girl, too, but yet…she needed to die. One who walked with the undead should die. It was against the natural order; besides, her scent was just too strong, too delectable, too pleasing….Bella had it coming to her.
Edward set down the diary that Bella had written a month before her death. She had known that she was to die soon; her love was acting strangely.
Edward has been acting different, and his eyes have taken on a more reddish-gold. Why is he jumpy and looking at me as if I am food? I know he's a vampire, but he's always hunted animals…
He had memorized that one passage, and it burned Edward's soul.
Edward groaned.
"I must stop thinking of her," he snarled at himself as he walked out of the one solitary room. He did not turn around to see a shimmering shape of light that haunted one corner of the room.
"I still love you, Edward," the shape said before fading away.