Author's Note: Hello person who has decided to read my fanfic! First and foremost, I'd like to let everyone know that I'd been planning on writing something like this for a while, but never really had the guts. I decided to wing it today and try it out. I was a little happy with my results. I'm not a great writer, but I'm hoping on improving, so if you could please review and be totally honest I'd greatly appreciate it. Some constructive (not destructive) criticism would be great.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Twilight is all Stephenie Meyer's, the genius that she is. However, I do own a raccoon plushie, whom I am very attached with.
Her Guardian Angel
Every night I came and watched her. Every night I came and snuck in through her window, sat silently on the rocking chair near her bed, and watched her sleep.
I didn't know why. All I knew was that I had to keep her safe. It made me…uneasy not to be around her. In a way, it is my duty to watch over her and keep her safe. I couldn't take it if something happened to her. It would be my fault for not taking care of her, when I so easily could have. You see, I am a vampire, and therefore, I have abilities which allow me to defend myself and the ones I love from even the most horrible people…or monsters, for that matter.
After that night, after those lowly pieces of scum tried to hurt her while she was defenseless in that alley way, I feel my duty has increased. There are creatures lurking out there. Werewolves. They've seen me with her…they might try to hurt her. I will not let that happen.
She stirs in her bed and mutter something incomprehensible. I freeze in the rocking chair, careful not to make a sound, a movement; careful not to breathe. Of course, this is simple for me.
The ones I love…surely I do not love her. No, this is simply something I feel I most do; an involuntary impulse, of some kind. Of course, I do enjoy being here. It is most interesting to study the sleeping habits of a human being. More than a century I had not slept; I hardly remember it. She is beautiful. Her brown hair floating slightly in the breeze carried from the open window as she peacefully dreams. What does she dream about? What does she think about these short hours in which she is allowed to rest?
Although…this duty isn't as easy as I thought. The monster inside me is longing to drink her blood. Her scent drifting along my nose; the venom accumulates inside my mouth. I fight the urge to jump at her and think about my father, Carlisle. Carlisle is not my real father, of course, but he is the closest thing I have to one. His goodness seeps in through me, and I am tamed. I will not drink her blood. I am not a monster.
What am I doing here? I should leave…
But yet, I do not want to leave. What is this…this attraction I have towards this human?
"An obsession", my sister, Rosalie, called it.
It is not an attraction. It is not an obsession. I am simply protecting her. I am simply studying her sleeping patterns.
She stirs yet again in her bed, and I am a statue. She turns around to face me, and mutters.
"Edward."
Her words are mumbled, so surely she did not mean it to be me. No, I must be mistaken.
"Edward." She says again, this time clearly, and sighs.
This is not right. What is she thinking? Oh, how I long to be able to read her thoughts, to be able to look into her eyes and know everything.
I watch the sun begin to rise. It is time for me to leave. I crawl out her window and close it behind me.
I ran towards my house, thoughts swirling around my head.