Stepping onto the porch, I paused, scanning my surroundings.
Only two heartbeats.
Hers.
And someone elses. Too bad he would get caught up in this. Never mind, surely he'd make a reasonable snack.
Bloodlust slowly took over as my thoughts travelled back to the reasons I came here.
Edward.
He stole James from me. All because of a stupid little human girl.
So for my sweet revenge I will steal his little singer from him.
Stealing forward quietly, I spared a glance at my second victim. He sat there, watching a baseball game, a plate on the floor, not a metre away.
Before I could remove him from my sight, he turned to look past me.
As I glanced into his warm brown eyes, my world stopped turning.
The eyes of an ancient soul.
Hazy memories splayed through my head; all over one hundred and twenty three years old.
An orange haired woman on her toes, kissing a handsome curly-haired stranger on the lips, his stubble tickling her cheek.
His smile making her beating heart stop.
The red blush that rose to her cheeks when he would brush his hands slowly over her brow.
My beating heart.
Had I been able to, I would have had tears running down my cheek as the memories engulfed me.
I finally remembered my human life.
IT was like returning home after a long journey, feeling like the last puzzle piece had just been placed.
I had been in love. With an angel.
Though I was poor, and rude towards him, his resolve never waivered. He only ever wanted me. His selflessness, his kindness radiated through the sky on a cloudy day.
The love we had shared was stronger and more intense than anything I had felt for James.
And the man before me, the man just seconds ago I would of killed was just like him. He was every bit like him.
And just like that.
Like the sands of time slipping through the hollowed glass, my resolve slipped away.
To kill his daughter, would destroy him.
To destory this gentle soul would be a great sin.
And in that moment I decided.
I couldn't hurt anyone again.
I couldn't destroy another family.
Never again would I hunt the blood of a human being.
Never again will I seek revenge on the Cullens.
I would cleanse my soul.
I will make myself worthy of him.
Maybe one day I could return to him.
And with that thought, I turned on my heel, and whispered silently into the night,
"Thank you, Charlie Swan. Thankyou for my precious memories."