DISCLAIMER I did not write Twilight or any of it's characters. I am not Stephenie Meyer.
NOTE: This little scene occurs during Twilight, the night before Edward and Bella go to the meadow.
PREDATOR
I crouched, going for the kill. It was the dead of night; no moon, no stars, no nothing. I never felt so within myself before. Like nothing else was in existence. All that mattered was this forest, this night, this blood.
The deer gazed at me with wide eyes. I could smell the fear and the adrenaline pulsating through its body. I licked my lips and growled; a deep, menacing sound coming from my chest and exploding through my throat. Every muscle in my body was tensed, waiting for the spring. I was anxious for a fight I wasn't going to get; not from a deer.
It backed away, eyes never wavering from mine, until it hit a tree. I could hear its pulse thrumming with the knowledge of danger. A loud, melodic, tempting sound. It was locked in the eyes of the predator, and suddenly it bolted to the left. I sprang easily after it, grabbing its hind legs and pulling it down to the earth mid-leap. Its right leg snapped with the force of my hand and the deer made a low whimpering sound. It started thrashing about, trying wildly to save itself. It was a lame attempt; nothing could save it from me, a blood thirsty monster.
I sunk my teeth into the flesh near the heart, ripping and tearing effortlessly through the tissue. Blood spurted out onto my face, staining my cheeks. My tongue darted out, licking the side of my mouth. An excess of venom flowed into my mouth with anticipation. I sunk my teeth back into the deer and the venom rushed out, mixing with the blood and flowing into the blood stream. The heart was reduced to a low thrum. It was the only thing I could hear. It drained out all other noise; the soft patter of the rain, the light breeze as it rushed through the treetops. It reminded me of The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe. The quick beating of the heart beneath the floor boards, driving out all sanity. But this was a pleasant insanity, one I revelled in.
I drank, and drank, until there was nothing left. No blood, no life, no nothing. I pulled back and stared at the still corpse of the deer; eyes glazed over, red stained fur, leg twisted with bone sticking out. I leaned back and collapsed onto the wet earth, staring at the empty sky which now seemed to mirror my emotions.
"Is that something I might get to see?" She had asked me.
"God, Bella. If you had any idea." I whispered breathlessly into the wind.