I wrote this after many failed attempts to play the game Spore, on my laptop. Technology is so frustrating.
Disclaimer: I own none of this except the plot concept. All belongs to Mrs. Meyers.
Chapter 1: Monster
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Edwards POV:
The voices. The voices. They consumed my thoughts, all the time. 24 hours a day. 7 days a week. 365 days a year. I felt a growl arise within my throat. The temptation had crossed my mind again. I didn't know which was worse at times, the burn in my throat, or the voices that haunted my head. It's times like these when I struggle, I wish I would have stayed with Carlisle Cullen. I tried to think of how he said this.. I was a "newborn." Dying of the Spanish Influenza only two months ago, he had change me into this. This monster. Monster. Monster. Monster…The words I thought haunted me. How else could I describe it? I was an immortal 17 year old damned for hell. Monster sounded about right.
wandered through the streets, the burn arising stronger in my throat. I had to have it. Blood. A human's blood. While with Carlisle, I had been a vegetarian. With the memory, the taste of elk lingered in my throat as if I had just drank the blood. It wasn't filling at all. The craving consumed me. It had overtaken my life. Well, not life, being. Carlisle had told me it would happen. I did not imagine it to be to this degree at all. I left him just two weeks ago, letting my primitive vampire overtake. I needed human blood. Under his terms, if I needed it I would have to leave, and so I did. Was it worth it? Every time I took a drink I believes so, but every other moment my life is battle. A losing battle.
It was at twilight, the perfect time to hunt. I wandered around the streets of a town 20 miles from Carlisle. I wanted to be near him for my own comfort, but far enough way to not reveal him. There she was, was she going to be my first kill, no my third actually. She was walking back home from some show. The closer I got the louder and stronger her thoughts became.
That show was so good. The way the man gave his life to save his wife was so sweet.
I wonder if Jared would do that for me?
He said he wanted to meet me for dinner with my parents tomorrow. What should I wear pink? Purple? Yellow? Blue?
Oh yes, definitely blue, it makes my eyes stand out great.
Her thoughts were annoying to say the least. I started out slowly following her, yet as her smell became stronger, my patience lessened. I knew she heard me taking it slow behind her. She picked up her pace and I could almost smell the fear. I quickened my pace, to her so soon she couldn't even turn around before I bit her neck. The blood tasted so good. It ran down my throat so smoothly. I could remember being younger and licking a cut. The blood had an iron taste to it, but now it was comparable to the my human taste of rich chocolate. Her tense body began to fall limp, not long after. I left her limp body there laying on the pavement. I couldn't bare to look at her face, as I turned to run all I saw was bright red curls sprawled on the pavement. Monster. Monster. My thoughts teased. I always killed them from behind, so I couldn't see their faces. The panic. The fear. And the peace when they were dead. I ran out of town that night. I was paranoid of getting caught. Being without a group also made me even more precautious.
No matter how far I ran or how fast humans thoughts followed. They were everywhere. I had to control this somehow. Somehow. As I entered the next town in the dead of night, I wandered down the streets of town. I heard a thought behind me.
Vampire. Vampire. Vampire.
I turned swiftly to see an old lady holding garlic out to me with a wooden cross in the other hand.
I snickered. I moved closer to the woman, "You think that's going to keep me away." I growled in her face. My stature compared to her should have alone scared her off. She couldn't have been more than 4' 9" and 80 lbs.
She shoved the cross to my chin and murmured "Burn in Hell, Vamp." I lost it then. I grabbed her throat, pinning her against a nearby brick wall. I stared at her for a second. Her brown eyes narrowed at me, not showing a sign of fear. Her thoughts crashed down upon me. I hope Emily knows Grandma Verda loves her. Oh my, this is an extraordinarily different way to die. Wait till I tell my husband in heaven how I did. I'll prove to him then I was never a crazy lady. Her thoughts ended with a humorous tone, which contrasted her outward look toward me, but then again I was a monster. Her gray dress was tattered and dirty. Her dark brown hair was pinned up in a bun with multiple grey streaks running through it. I threw her down to the ground. I had looked in her in the eye and I knew for sure now no matter what she said, I couldn't kill her. I had seen her, I had heard her thoughts, I had looked into her fearless eyes and I couldn't bear to be the killer of 'Grandma Verda'. I growled at her as I slammed her down upon the pavement. Letting her lay slightly trembling as I began to walk off.
Just then, she let out a loud scream. I jerked my body around. There was a woman standing over her, picking her back up. The woman had blonde hair which seemed to overpower her small frame. Her blonde hair was thick, curly, and down to her hips. I heard the woman's voice mumble to Verda. "Let's play cat and mouse. You be the mouse. I'll be the cat. Run. Run fast." I launched my body full force straight at the woman, before she could even turn around. I pinned her to ground, her fingers clawed at my eyes and pulled at my hair. Her golden eyes, which were almost hidden by long bangs, looked straight at my golden-red tinted eyes. I slammed her head into the concrete, with a loud echo. Verda ran away, her thoughts lingering in my head, wishing me the luck of the battle. Funny woman. Very indecisive. Aren't they all? The female vampire bit my arm, the sting hit my hard causing my arm to go numb. This vampire's anger flared, her thoughts only made my aggression heighten. She played the whole murder out in her head, The scene made me angry. Angry.
"Where are you from" I growled. The air remained silent. I hit her head against the concrete again. "Where are you from" I repeated.
She remained silent. My patience was gone with her. I grabbed her arms and began to pull them apart. The ripping sound imprinted in my mind, and would stay there forever. I had ripped her to shreds. Tiny spec like shreds. I gathered up the pieces and threw them into the dirt. I didn't burn them. I didn't burn them. I had a feeling this would come back to haunt me, but the sun was on the horizon, and I was beginning to glisten. Glisten very obviously. Human's don't glisten. Don't shine. I kicked the pieces one more time to let out any old aggression. I ran my fingers through my untidy hair pulling it slightly as if that would help my situation.
The sun began to shine brightly down, I had missed my departure time. People were out, and many were now gawking. A group of men had come to confront me. The town gang I suppose. They looked slightly older than me. I would guess about 22 to 23 years old. In the prime of their lives. They flexed their muscles as they began to circle me. I had to fight. I didn't have any other way out. My throat burned once again. This wasn't good. If any one of them bled during the fight I was done in. Self-control I was certain to be lacking. One of the boys dared to get close to my face. "You're shining you know that" There was something about his tone, it sounded courageous but behind marked fear. The boys thoughts made me smirk. The gang didn't stand a chance not with that thinking, but the biggest one I knew could pose a threat. They knew what I was, and not only could I smell their blood, but their fear. "Monster" Another one mocked at me. The other echoed it.
"Run home to mommy boys, before someone really gets hurt." I growled.
The one boy, who I knew was going to the troublemaker took out a pocket knife and held it to his wrist teasingly.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" I growled silently.
The boy gently slid the pocket knife over his wrist, only to make a minor indent, not strong enough to break the skin.
I growled louder. He was testing me. If he thought he was going to win by bleeding. He was wrong.
The boy put pressure on the pocket knife and slit his wrist open. The smell. It was intoxicating. The moment it entered my nostrils. A frenzy began. I stood there clenching my fists, as my whole body began to shake. My throat it burned uncontrollably. I began to growl, I planted myself firmly to the ground, until he made another small slash on his wrist. I lunged at him, the other boys went to stop me. As if they could be stronger than me. They wished. I sunk my teeth right into his wrist sucking him dry of every drop of blood in there. His last thought was 'I love you Anna'.
I banged the dead body's head against the pavement. I yelled at it, "Obviously not, you just killed yourself. Teasing me. Who do you think you are kid?" I barred my teeth to the rest of the group.
The others mortified ran. As I pulled away, I investigated the scene. I had to run. I had caused to much trouble already. Grown men were beginning to bring pitchforks and start fires. Fires. Fires. Fires. I ran. I knew they would attempt to track me, but they wouldn't find me. They would never find me. I laughed a little as I ran. They would never find me.
By the time I slowed, the human thoughts were cleared of my head. This meant I guess for this moment, I could be considered a 'omnivore'. I approached a deer, killing it faster than I could have imagined. The blood calmed the burn, and cleared my conscious for a time. It was only an animal but a human this time. I stood against a tree taking in the moment of peace, letting the sun shine upon me.
I couldn't live like this. Monster. Monster. Monster. Monster. My thoughts echoed. If I could kill myself, I would. If I could…I can. The next town I was going to make it known and get myself killed. This was such a simple solution to such a difficult problem. If only I had been this smart in human life.
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