Disclaimer: I don't own the characters etc etc, just a love to tinker with them!
A different beginning
Part 1 – EPOV - Chapter 1
The moon shone thru the sparse clouds onto the mostly deserted countryside in this part of Iowa. If it hadn't been for the thoughts I could hear in the vicinity I could have thought the scene beautiful, now it was marred by the man I followed.
I had picked up the filth early this morning but the unusually sunny weather had prevented me from bringing him justice earlier. His thoughts festered with hatred towards a woman and man. Never before had I encountered a more hateful man and I knew he was going to be mine tonight. As I closed in on him I noticed to my horror he had finally found the objects of his hate and I was too late to save those. As I raced towards the lonely farmhouse I heard their desperate thoughts about their own imminent deaths as well as their fear for their daughter who just came home. When I entered the house a few minutes later the man and woman laid dead and my pray was molesting the young woman.
A red haze clouded my eyes as I perceived some unusually fragrant blood in the house. Without pause I launched myself at the man and drained him in less than a minute. As I disgustedly threw his remains aside I realized the tantalizingly fragrant scent wasn't coming from him but from the barely breathing battered young woman on the floor. Her clothes were torn and she was bleeding from several wounds, still she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. The frenzy returned as I knelt by her side and sampled the blood. Without another thought I started to lick her wounds and create new ones myself. The blood was so amazing I unconsciously savored it bit by bit rather than just drain as quickly as possible. Suddenly another thought hit and stopped me. This woman was clearly still alive and her large brown eyes were locked at my red ones, but I couldn't hear a single thought from her. I had never, ever, met anyone I couldn't read. It gave me pause enough to realize I was actually killing an innocent girl and my lust filled haze disappeared to be replaced by such an loathing for myself that I turned and ran as fast as I possibly could from the lonely house.
What had I done? It was hours later that I finally stopped my panicked flight when the sun of the new day started to rise. Self hatred and enormous loathing battled with fear as I had left the scene without destroying the evidence. I huddled in a small heap, shaking with emotions. I had become a monster more vile than the ones I so self righteously had hunted. After all these years I finally longed for my creator once again. To revel in Carlisle's peaceful mind and let his conviction guide me once more. I spent the remainder of the day hidden and as soon as night fell I made my way back to the only place I knew I'd find peace of mind. Had I not, even in my panicked state, already been headed in that direction? I had hated the change in our small family of sorts as Esme entered our lives but now I also knew that it was mostly my own arrogance doing. While I travelled the last miles I finalized the burying of the brown eyes that finally had torn the veil from my own eyes. I vowed to myself to let my shame and source of loathing remain my secret until this unnatural life ended.
They welcomed my more warmly than the Prodigal Son in the Gospel of Luke! Despite my shame and loathing I found solace and warmth in the family, even as it grew with more and more members over the years. If I ever remembered those brown eyes so enigmatically locked on mine I quickly forced the image away and the monotony of life as immortal went on.