Author: Umm yeah well, this is sort of morbid but I think it's pretty cool. Tell me what you think... review please.
Chapter one:
I wondered what she would think if she knew she had made me like this. Would she even remember me?
How could I think so? She was Rosalie. The very rhythm to her name sounded sweetly in my ears.
How could she ever remember me? I was Thomas. Just another man devoted to her love, although I'd spent slightly more time than most of the men. My story was a sad one but my future inclined to be even worse.
Sweet Rose had met Royce King II, the bank manager's son. He had fair looks and more importantly, he was rich. She fell in love with him after two months when they announced they were engaged.
I vividly recall my anger at my friend, my best friend, for taking my girl-- the one I had intended to marry.
I'd never mentioned this vision to him but Royce was a fool and he should have known I'd wanted Rosalie for myself.
Just days before the wedding, Royce invited me to meet some friends of his at the local pub. The group drank for a long while but I'd lost count of the number of drinks at eight.
I drank my own sorrows away, ordering about ten drinks which were said to be most intoxicating.
I couldn't have helped her that night if I'd tried. I could scarcely stand plus she deserved no less than what was given to her. She was supposed to be mine.
In the end, Royce got what he deserved as well.
He died while I got no limits to what I could do. I would start by taking back what I deserved. From the time I was fourteen, I had known at once she was to belong to me.
My musing stopped when I swallowed and felt my cracking dry throat. I hadn't drink in days. The last three mortals I'd killed for fun, not for food.
I stood up and began to pace, waiting for someone to come near to me. Angered quickly, I hit a tree. The bark splintered in my skin.
I convinced myself it did not hurt. I'd taught myself not to feel pain--or betrayal...or love...or happiness. I would not be weak. I hit the tree some more until my hands were bruised and the tree was partially uprooted.
My whole arm began to burn but I decided that it wasn't pain. I was only imagining the sensation.
A white glimmer of bone showed at my wrist. I pushed it ack into place and knew that I should hunt, rather than wait for prey.
I roamed into a populated area. No one was around but a calming aroma alleviated my anger when I walked over to a car that appeared vacant.
I edged closer and peered into the window. Some teenagers were snogging in the backseat. I would have reeled back, disgusted by these stupid humans longing to each eat each others head off but I was going to punish them instead.
I smashed the window with my hand, beginning to regret punching the tree.
"Who are you?" the boy asked me, pushing the girl behind him. So sweet, he thought he could protect her. He was an idiot.
I grabbed the boys arm and ripped it out of its socket. The girl screamed. I laughed.
I wrapped my arm around his neck and began to strangle him but I didn't let him die. I bit his arms and waited until I had drunk him dry. He was dead.
The girl was pale and terrified. She was very pretty. Like my Rosalie. I leaned toward her neck and I heard heavy breathing. Her terror brought me amusement. I bit her vein.
"Don't worry," I whispered. "It won't hurt long."
I grabbed the left side of her chest and pulled out her heart. "Sorry, love," I whispered, leaving her dead body in the car and that was my feast for the night.
Author: Am I totally psycho or do you have any good comments for me?