Unbiased

In this reading, I want to introduce another character who wasn't in the original books. When reading the Twilight novels, I was often discomforted reading about a larger world through biased eyes. Bella's sole focus throughout the series was Edward (and by a lesser standard: Jacob and Renesmee). With this new character, Vail, I want to incorporate more of the vampire history and more of an understanding of the main books just by estimates I make myself (they may be completely wrong, but at least it gives me some piece of mind). Edit away my friends.

If I were human, the light posts of the surrounding streets might be useful at this time of night. The darkness seeps around the desolate buildings, a darkness I would not be able to see, if I were human. If I were human, I might also be afraid of walking alone at night. Humanity is not something I am cursed with. Not anymore at least.

My heels click along the pavement as I stride forward, letting my senses roam. For such tasty snacks, humans can be quite disgusting when it comes to their bodily scents. Alcohol and cigarettes permeate the air around me, but a warm delicious scent wafts through the disgusting permeations and caresses my face. I glide forward, letting the scent engulf me and lead me to its source. A woman is walking down the street before me, tense, glancing around as if a human male could possibly do to her what I am about to. How absurd humans are; with thinking that their biggest fear is another one of their kind. When I am within feet of her, she whips around, even more tense than before. Quickly, she relaxes, seeing I too am a woman. It's surprising how easily stereotypes can create the idea of safety or fear.

"You scared me half to death!" she breathes a sigh of relief, thinking that her fear was miscalculated.

"Fear can't kill you." Ah, the irony. Humans fear what kills them. I smirk at the thought, she should fear me.

"No, I suppose not." She gives me a strange look, taking me in for the first time. She notices my alien-like beauty, the sharp angles of my face, my dark eyes (red in the light), my long auburn hair, my muscled body, every little marker that makes me more than human.

"Could you use a hand?" I wondered, noting her full hands carrying her shopping bags. Maybe politeness could earn me my midnight snack.

"No, I think I have it, I only live a few blocks from here. Thank you anyways."

Stubborn little human. It doesn't matter, I can be quite tenacious.

"Really, you look like you could use the help. I honestly don't mind." No I really don't, working for your food makes it all the more delicious.

She sighs, defeated, and hands me one of her bags and starts walking to her home. Victorious, I grin and start walking with her. A few blocks later we reach her home and she opens the door and I follow her inside as she unloads the bags off of her arm onto her kitchen counter.

"Thank you, you really didn't have to, but I appreciate the help all the same. Is there anything I can do to return the favor?"

Oh, yes tasty human, there is, but you won't like it.

"How about a snack, I'm starving?" I ponder, wondering if she will take the bait. Sarcasm is one of the few things from the evolution of the human mind that I actually find fascinating. After 390 years, life can get really damn boring without it.

"Sure, what would you like?"

"You." I spring towards her so quickly she hasn't realized I moved. I grab her neck and break it between my hands so she cannot feel any pain. I press my lips to her artery and bite in, tasting the heaven of her life force flowing into me, heating me up, and making me stronger. Her empty, dead body falls to the floor once I'm finished. I rush around her house, organizing it to look like she started dinner, went upstairs and then fell down them and broke her neck, leaving the stove on long enough to start a fire.

A few minutes later, I watch a few firetrucks scream past me and I start walking down one of the streets in Portland, Oregon. Portland is such a dull city and I'm bored. I faintly remember a conversation with an old friend of mine about someone I haven't seen for a few centuries and where he resides. I decide to make a visit to Forks, Washington. It has been 300 years since I have seen Carlisle. 300 years since I have seen my brother.

My name is Vailissia Casile Cullen and I am a 390 year old vampire.

Thanks guys for reading my first chapter, I know it is super long..

Just to answer some questions, I started off like this to show you that Vail isn't a vegetarian and also to show that she hasn't met the rest of Carlisle's family. She is able to remain, for the most part, unbiased throughout the story and to provide some intelligence behind some of the vampire guests throughout the books. She also is able to give an unbiased review on the character descriptions throughout the book, and my opinion about some of the main characters. Thanks!