This is my first one-shot (not my first story). Sorry that it's kind of short, but I like how it turned out. Please review!!
I stole a glance at the clock, though it was unnecessary. Some small part of my mind had been counting the seconds as they ticked away, one by one, agonizingly slow. Alice was out shopping and I had just returned from hunting with Emmett. I wasn't exactly thirsty, but it was the school year, and we had to take extra precautions. Me especially.
I had the most trouble, living the lifestyle that came so easy to the others. To them it seemed…not natural, but correct. I had lived through years of war with nothing but bloodlust emanating from the beings around me. And that was the only thing that mattered—blood. It was the key to the years I spent killing. Not only humans, but my own kind. I fought my own kind for the substance that kept us strong. As creatures in the animal kingdom fought for their food, I had fought for mine.
Looking back on the war-filled years, I couldn't help but feel that it left some sort of mark on me. Not just the physical scars, I only knew the effect the crescent shaped ridges had on me. They identified me as dangerous, as someone you need to watch out for. When a human looked at me, they saw me as intimidating, though they can't see the raised crescents. However, when another vampire lays their eyes on the scars that textured my skin, they knew to stay away from me, they knew what I had experienced.
But the scars were the least of my worries. The years that I had spent killing the innocent had damaged me, more than I might have guessed. They left me savage, not able to fit in completely with civilization. Our leader, Maria, told us we were the superior race, and that those of us in her army would be the most respected of all the vampires. The army stripped us of the humanity that remained in out stone bodies, turning us into the perfect warriors, the perfect killers. The war brought out the instincts in the vampires that were a part of it, mainly the instincts to kill and protect our territory, and Maria's army, my army was the most ruthless of them all.
When I had finally decided to leave, I struggled. How was I to live a quiet peaceful life, when all I had known—even as a human—was war? I reasoned with myself that killing was wrong, that's why I left. Although, whenever I went to feed, the admiration, then fear as I preyed on a human sent a thrill through my body, yet it left me horrified with myself soon after.
Alice came into the room, interrupting my thoughts. She dropped quite a few bags next to the television, and then sat down next to me on the white loveseat. I looked into her eyes—butterscotch, as the rest of ours were. She was the reason I had told myself this was the way to live—the right way. I loved her, and I would do anything for her. I wrapped my arm around her thin waist and pulled her closer to me. She rested her head on my chest and closed her eyes, breathing slowly. She was the one who showed me I could be civilized, even as the monster I was. She marked me, in a different way than anything else has.
This time, for the better.
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