Haunting a vampire

The story starts with Stephanie Meyer's Midnight Sun draft. Page 9. I'm not righting it all up to this part so you'll just have to read up to that to see where I start changing it.

Yes, I know it's short but I promise to update soon, maybe. I won't be able to help it if the computer crashes or doesn't upload the file, which has happened like a gazillion times.

So, enough of my ranting, on with the show.

She came closer, walking down the aisle beside me to get to the teacher's desk. Poor girl; the seat next to me was the only one available. Automatically, I cleared what would be her side of the desk, shoving my books into a pile. I doubted she would be very comfortable there. She was in for a long semester - in this class, at least. Perhaps, though, sitting beside her, I'd be able to flush out her secrets … not that I'd ever needed close proximitybefore … not that I would find what anything worth listening to…

Isabella Swan walked into the flow of the heated air that blew toward me from the vent.

Her scent hit my like a wrecking ball, like a battering ram. There was no image violent enough to encapsulate the force of what happened to me in that moment.

In that instant, I was nothing close to the human I'd once been; no trace of the shreds of the humanity I managed to cloak myself in remained.

I was a predator. She was my prey. There was nothing else in the world but that truth.

There was no room full of witnesses- they were already collateral damage in my head. The mystery of her thoughts was forgotten. Her thoughts meant nothing, for she would not go on thinking them much longer.

I was a vampire and she had the sweetest blood I'd smelt in eighty years.

I didn't know such a scent could exist. If I'd known it did, I would have gone searching for it long ago. I would have combed the planet for her. I could imagine the taste …

The thirst burned through my throat like fire. My mouth was baked and desiccated. The fresh flow of venom did nothing to dispel that sensation. My stomach twisted in the hunger that was an echo of the thirst. My muscles coiled to spring.

Not a full second had passed. She was still taking the same step that had put her down wind from me.

As her foot touched the ground, her eyes slid towards me, a movement she clearly meant to be stealthy. Her eyes met mine, and I saw myself reflected in the wide mirror of her eyes.

The shock of the face I saw there saved her life for a few thorny moments.

She didn't make it easier. When she processed the expression on my face, blood flooded her cheeks again, turning her skin the most delicious color I'd ever seen. The scent was a thick haze through my brain. I could barely think through it. My thoughts raged, resisting control, incoherent.

She walked more quickly now, as if she understood the need to escape. Her haste made her clumsy- she tripped and stumbled forwards. She fell and her head hit the desk of the table in front of mine.

The teacher watched her fall, a hand extended, as if he was trying to grab her.

Isabella stood; she swayed as the humans rushed to help her.

The blow had drawn blood, my thirst took control.

The low voice of the teacher was murmuring. I could barely make out the words. My throat burned with the desire of her blood, her scent clouded my senses. I made out only one phrase nurse's office.

I could see that Isabella was trying to refuse but still I jumped at the opportunity; I volunteered to take her to the nurse. Mike Newton's thoughts were screaming at me. Before the teacher even had a chance to agree I was pulling Isabella out of the room.

My instincts were taking over. I barely made out of the room without killing Isabella. I couldn't fight the monster inside me. A very small voice inside me was yelling not to do it but every other part was screaming yes.

I could tell I was hurting her, my grip tightened and she whimpered. I inhaled. That was the most I could take.

I knew no one would see me; I grabbed Isabella and fled to the forest.

Barely a second later we were in the cover of the trees, far from the school.

Isabella was terrified, but she wasn't for long. I barely placed back onto the ground before I snapped her neck.

It was a quick painless death. She stared at me before her eyes rolled back into her head.

My teeth sliced into her neck, I drank greedily.

It was much better than I had thought possible. Delicious, warm blood flowed down my throat and suffocated the fire. My thirst was quenched, completely abolished with the blood.

I wasted not one drop. The girl's blood warmed my body. It flowed through my veins. I could still taste it, nothing like I had ever experienced before.

Her neck ran dry; Isabella's body lay limp and fragile in my arms. Her mahogany hair covered in mud and her skin whiter than snow.

Immediately I was disgusted by what I had done. I let down my family, Rosalie, Jasper, Emmett, Alice, Esme and Carlisle.

I heard faint footfalls in the distance, fast and approaching quickly.

Alice appeared. Her voice shocked and small, "Edward, what have you done?"

I know you're probably thinking that Edward could never kill Bella and I'm going to recieve a lot of flames but the story is still an Edward and Bella pairing *wink wink* so don't hate me just yet.

I hope this story is better than my other one, I hate writing that one and this one I like writing. I've only ever gotten writing block ONCE which I have already passed.

Next chappie coming soon, I promise.

Review please, I'll make sure I reply.