Edward's life away from Carlisle

He walked into the room full of his unsuspecting victims; the crème Del crème of scum, a feast for the taking, ridding the world of these unfeeling bastards and, at the same time as quenching his thirst for human blood, thrilled him.

He was a vampire, a killer, a soulless demon. He was made, or should I say created at the tender age of 17. He had his whole life ahead of him, and just like that he contracted the Flu. Spanish Influenza to be exact. His parents had already died from the condition, and he was waiting to follow on. He could feel no pain towards the end, drifting towards the closing stages of his life when suddenly sharp cuts were inflicted unto him, and a fire raging inside.

He screamed and writhed for three days, and then he awoke to a new world. A different life lay before him. His creator, Carlisle, told him what he had become. I live another way of life to others of our kind, he said. I do not hunt the humans. I am a 'vegetarian', I only hunt animals. It's the best way.

He tried to stick to Carlisle philosophy but it was hard, turning against his own base instincts. Then Carlisle bought another into their coven/family. A woman called Esme. In time, she becomes Carlisle's wife.

He tried to maintain the lifestyle, but he felt that Carlisle was restricting him. He decided that he wanted to go out on his own. Face the world, become what he truly was. There was a problem though. A gift that had manifested within the transformation, he could read the minds of those around him. From Esme he felt, understanding, kindness and love. She truly loved him like a son. Carlise, they had been together from the beginning, he so didn't want to disappoint him, but he couldn't be around him any more listening to his condemnation, however hard he tried to hide it. He knew all the same, why I couldn't be like him and accept his way. No he had to explore this new world himself.

There was no fanfare when the decision was made. They had seen the resolution on his face. No amount of arguing could have dissuaded him. 'Come back whenever you want. There will always be a home for you with us' they had said.

So now here he was, with the thoughts of these money hungry, pieces of scum. They cared for no-one bar themselves. He looked around the room, a greasy haired rotund man, was imaging slipping into his daughter's bedroom later that night – he would be first, the world would be better off without him. The man got up, his weight causing him to struggle a little, but he made his way over to cloakroom to collect his coat, rushing as fast as he could in order to play out his sick little fantasy.

Silently he followed the man unobserved as he walked towards his car. Rushing towards him, he put his hand over the man's chunky mouth his eyes widened in fear. He carried the man into the waiting shadows. Looking deep into his eyes, he whispered 'this is for Stacey', the man gaped in shock but he couldn't get his breath, not that it mattered, within minutes the fat, disgusting man was drained of his blood, and Edward let him fall to the ground. Edward licked his now cherry red lips and cracked his neck. He picked up the carcass and disposed of him in the bin. 'Best place for rubbish' he thought.

Leaving the alleyway he continued on his way, well sated, well until the next time.