Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer does. . I envy her. D:
Author's Note: I love constructive criticism but don't be too hard on me. This is my first Fanfic. Also, Reviews make me smile (:
This is why I was afraid. I was scared to become this… this monster of my old self. I had begged and egged for him to do this to me, and finally, he did…. And I hated it; I hated it with every fiber of my being. I find that ironic that it was my decision in the first place. To become this, this.. this blood thirsty monster. I wanted blood. My eyes were red, crazed with thirst. My brain ravaged wildly for it. I had thought that the pains of becoming this insanity were terrifying. Now that I remembered that, I felt foolish. Compared to this, I had known no pains.
It controlled my thoughts, my feelings, my mind. The scent of human flesh flooded through my nostrils. I was hungry, too hungry for my own good, or any human within a five mile radius.
I couldn't hold back any longer. It was driving me insane. Now my body started moving on its own, like a reflex. A tiny part of my mind, not controlled by my hunger pains, told me to stop, told me not to let in, not to let the thirst take control, too wait for Edward, Alice, someone. But my body didn't listen. The only sane part of my body, that little voice was glad that Charlie was on a three-week long fishing trip. Rejoiced that I wasn't at home now, where anyone would have fallen prey to me. They would have been the first victim of my madness, of my lack of self control.
He would be the first to see first-hand that I was a monster, a 'bloodsucker', that insane part of me was laughing wildly at the thought of human blood, of the color being drained from the corpse as I sucked it dry, this would be fun. The little voice telling me to stop was finally gone. The monster was unleashed.
Author's Note: The preface sort of leads straight into the first chapter, so it's sort of like turning the page. I won't try to do that kind of thing again. Sorry! I just needed a preface and my stupid lazy brain couldn't think of one.
Lilly: Why the hell don't you just make that into the first chapter?
Athie: -thinks- …I couldn't think of anything else to write for the preface.
Lilly: -bangs forehead against desk- Why do you have to be so ditzy?
Athie: I am not ditzy! I'm just... unique.