A/N This is an except from a novel I am currently writing. For me to post all I have written on here, I want 10 reviews!

Cue Evil Laughter.

Non-Disclaimer: I do in fact own this novel and most the characters it contains. So if you steal them, you will wake up the next day in my basement, chained to the wall!!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Edward Cullen. :( Yes, he does appear in my story, since it has to be fanfiction. XD

Anyway, on with the story!

"Whatever!" I said, jumping up from the big, oak table. "Don't you get it? I don't care! I don't care about your precious farm, okay? I didn't even want to come here! Do you get it now? God, sometimes I think you are all so stupid. . ."

Almost at once, the flare of anger in me died out, and I stood there, not believing what had happened. In keeping with my false anger, I stalked out of the house, hyper-aware of the eyes boring into my back.

On my way to my mare, Aurora, I slammed the barn door, and knelt beside it. I cradled my head in my hands and sobbed. I could hear the hysterics coming from my chest. I tried to stand, but my legs wobbled, and I fell to the ground.

I stayed there in the dirt for what seemed like hours. Starting to calm down, I pushed myself into a sitting position, hugging my knees.

It was then it hit me. That smell, so delicious. I mentally shook myself, No, no, there aren't any humans here. . . What's wrong with me now? I realized with a gasp that the hot, skin tightening sensation was coming from Aurora, who was in the stall next to the door. I tightened my grip around my legs.

No! I can't do it! What's happening to me? I have to get away from here! I was almost in pain, thinking about how I would love to take my teeth and slice into skin, and drink the blood that flowed from the line. I shook with desire.

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Ooh, cliffy! Tough luck, readers. Cue The Smallest Violin In The World.

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