Disclaimer - I (unfortunately) do not own any of these characters and I do not own Twilight.

- Hurt -

Bella's POV

I hate this. Every month, we would hunt. Hunt for the kind of stuff you wouldn't even think of.

One day at the end of every month we would go out and hunt for blood - it's all about blood and the thirst. I hate killing humans; I just want to be normal. The only normal thing is we still sleep and the abnormal thing is - we shine in he sunlight.

My family and I are very close but I'm the typical teenager type. I hate school, I hate everything. Hate is such a strong word my mother, Renee, tells me but I usually just shrug my shoulders and go and hide in my room for the rest of the day, every day.

God, I can't even go near a human without thinking they smell good! It's one of the most painful feelings in the world trying to control your thirst. It's like trying to control a baby when it's crying, or waiting for the rain in a drought.

It's not like I want to kill humans - I mean, I totally would enjoy it if I didn't feel so bad after thinking they could have had a future.

Life sucks, literally.

I hate it when people ask where my father was; it hurts to talk about it. When I was younger, a new born vampire killed my father while he was hunting. One day, I will find this new born and I will kill him, but time goes on and I have now got a stepfather. He is a vampire too and his name is Carlisle but I don't like to talk about him either. He's not the 'best' stepfather shall we say.

My mother says I am very special; I have every power known to vampires, but I don't like to share this with other vampires. They say I show off, or on the other hand, they try and kill me so I think you will see the reasons why I choose not to tell anyone.

At 8:00am every morning I would sneak out to my hiding spot in a field a couple of miles away from my house. I had found this when I had ran away the day my father died because I knew no one would find me there.

The hiding spot was beautiful no matter what the weather was like - it was sort of special and magical to me. It was the kind of thing my father would love, so I guess it kind of reminds me of him. I would lie there every day and think of what things would be like if my dad was still here.

I wouldn't be like this for a start and I would be more lively, but I guess no daughter would be lively if their dad had died.

I was so depressed!

This morning, I decided to roll out of my bed at 7:59am and shoved on a pair of ripped jeans and an old jumper of my dad's and ran down stairs.

On the way out and I grabbed an apple and a bottle of 'spring water'. It's pretty ironic how we can still eat normal food considering I'm a vampire, huh?

At least It was a beautiful day. The birds were tweeting and funnily enough a few owls were hooting in the trees. I ran through the woods and passed an old, crooked wishing well and finally got to my secret spot. I threw my rucksack down and lay there with the sun beating down on me until I heard a crack of a stick and a growl.

I stood up immediately and thought to myself 'please don't be a new born, please, please, please!'

I saw brown eyes glowering at me in the distance as this 'thing' got closer and closer and closer…