DISCLAIMER: I do not own Twilight, I am just dying for August 2nd. If you don't know what date that is, you really shouldn't be reading this fic, so not kidding! )

A/N: Hey everyone. So, I was on fanfiction about a year ago but I stopped over the school year simply because I really don't have time. The other reason I think was also because I really wasn't dying for any books to come out, so I didn't really have any reason to write fanfiction. Now that the release date for "Breaking Dawn" is closing in, I am getting highly anxious for it and definitely need a release, so here it is! Tada! Enjoy, review if you can, and have a pleasant day.

Always,

Writing Fairy

Supernova

Chapter 1

Confusion

Truly…I couldn't help it. I didn't want to stop in Seattle, but I had no choice. I was losing my ability to function, my mood was darkening to the point where it matched the skies above me, which helped none, I might add. I needed speed. I needed power. I needed to keep moving. So I made the necessary - but hated - excursion on my way to Forks.

Isn't this what I was trying to get away from? I couldn't help but berate myself heavily as I prowled the streets, crowded with young party goers at such a late hour, not that night differed much from the day. Music pounded from the open doors of the clubs around me, flashing lights shooting around the openings, seeming to invite me into the dark, close spaces packed with such luscious scents coming from such vibrant, lively people. The scent enticed me from one club in particular, the smell of…mm, something sweet…it was difficult to describe but I found myself following it.

I entered a rather obnoxiously lighted club called "Sparks" and the delicious smell intensified. I ignored the males closest to the door, none of them smelled quite as good as whoever the hell smelled like…sweetness, damn that was the only word to describe it. I wanted to give it an actual…scent, but none came to mind that reminded me quite of the smell I was taking in.

My red-hued eyes, which I had so deceivingly placed blue contacts over, giving them a violet look, scanned the entire club. Of course the one I wanted was in the middle. I let out a disgruntled sigh and danced my way through the crowd seductively, taking in a few others that smelled quite fabulous, too, but I wanted my original prey. It was a fetish, what could I say? I quickly found him, his scent was very strong, let me tell you. It nearly overwhelmed me the moment I hit the middle of the giant crowd, but I managed to keep myself in check, easily pressing myself against his side and adding quite the air to my dancing. His hands immediately ran down my body and held me close.

"Hey baby." He whispered in my ear in what I think he figured was a husky voice. Sure. Whatever. I just want your blood, no need for the attempted charm, I couldn't help but think sarcastically.

"Hey." I grinned easily, taking one of his hands and gently kissing his wrist, taking in a nice whiff of his lovely aroma. Mm, yes, he would do quite nicely.

"You wanna go somewhere more…private?" He asked me directly, not tentatively even. Damn, was this going to be easy. How often was it that prey invited you somewhere where there weren't going to be any eye witnesses? Not unless you were one like me, I guess. Still, it was quite the perk.

I smiled at him, taking his hand and backing out of the crowd, locking his eyes with mine for a moment. I was pretty sure he was entirely sure he was… "getting laid", is that how they referred to it now? I wasn't particularly fond of it, but I'm pretty sure that's what was racing through his mind, if his hungry eyes gave any indication. My eyes were pretty hungry too, suffice to say, though, for a different reason. He could decipher the look as he pleased, as long as he was coming with me.

We left the crowd and went right out the front of the club, where he immediately grabbed me and informed me, "My car's right down the street."

"Perfect." I flashed my teeth at him and he quickly pulled me along, doing a bad job of looking innocent. Now that we were out of the club though, I finally had a chance to look at him. He wasn't bad looking, not really what I would consider "handsome", but he was kinda puppy-dog cute. It almost made me feel bad. Considering what I was just about to do.

I groaned inwardly almost ready to tell the kid to go home, but I felt my strength waning. I hadn't eaten in…I don't even remember when. I had to. God damn me!

"Here we go." He grabbed my side harder as he pulled keys out of his pocket that apparently went to the Pinto sitting on the curb. I glanced around…wow, he had made this so easy. I mean, he had parked down a dark street right around the corner from the club. I felt like I was taking advantage of such a gullible soul!

Fuck it. "My name's Cally, by the way." I told him softly as I pressed close and gently kissed his neck. My mouth seemed to dislike the way the name rolled off my tongue, but that name was all I had, and I'm sure it wasn't my own.

"Matt." He responded, fumbling while pushing the key in the lock. Aw…this poor boy had a girlfriend. And how much worse did that make me feel? But at that moment a soft wind blew and his scent bombarded my senses and I couldn't take it. The moment the door was open I shoved him through as hard as I felt I could without actually hurting him.

He grunted as he hit the armrest in the middle but pulled me after him. I pushed him across the car and yanked the door closed with my foot, kissing him hard, mostly just for his sake. I felt like I owed him something. Why not make before he died the best it could possibly be?

It didn't take long for his scent to make my head spin though, which meant that it didn't take me long to lose control. I will admit he was quite delicious. Not that that does him any good.

It wasn't long before I stepped out of that Pinto. My body was cursing with life and vigor but my mind was a mess. I self-consciously wiped at my mouth, I felt like everybody could tell what I had just done…I wasn't a messy eater though and whatever blood had been sprayed on my lips I had wiped off with his shirt. It still felt like I wore a sign that said "Stare At The Monster" though, because it felt like every person I passed eyes' seemed to tell me that I was a horrible thing, that I deserved nothing more than to rot in hell for all eternity. I cringed. Oh how I feared death now that I was something of the dark…before? I had been sure I was one of those on a one-way ticket to paradise…now? Hell no.

I was quite happy when I left the city limits. No one was around to look at me anymore. No one was around to rub in my face everything that I wasn't anymore.

I sped my running up, feeling the power coursing through my veins…I enjoyed the feeling immensely. But I also felt that it was wrong.

"How does that work out!" I cried out miserably, accelerating in my infuriation to an almost reckless speed.

Forks. I just have to make it to Forks.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know. WF