Prologue (EPOV)
A few months ago I as transformed into this awful creature. You know, that evil soul-less beings that can only be killed by having a stake rammed through their hearts and only disappear if there was a pound of garlic in their mist. By the way, the whole garlic phenomenon is a myth. Unfortunately the blood-sucking part is NOT. We do suck and survive on blood. There is a sense of truth in myths. Carlisle, my adoptive "father", helped me overcome my momentarily lapse of sanity during the first stages of transformation by teaching me to feed on animals rather the human beings. You could call us "vegetarians".
Through the years of that intense hunger, or shall I say "thirst" for blood, I never really witnessed the full extent of that longing. That is, until I met her. It was on that day that I truly understood how difficult it is to get past an addiction like mine. After all, one day you could just SNAP.
Being a vampire could have its consequences. Yes, I you heard right. I said VAMPIRE. I, Edward Cullen, am a blood-sucking vampire. You'll learn not all myths are just make-believe, some are just as real as me so you better watch out because I'm not the only beast that hunts at night.
(Memory)
Almost four years ago I was walking back from the meadow in the dark. It was on my way out of the woods when I saw her through the intense fog. Or if you want to talk in technical terms, I smelled her. She was miles away and a complete blur except for the bright headlights, but that smell called out to me. It was the most intoxicating aroma I'd ever been exposed to. It practically sang to me, making my stomach churn from the hunger. She was a temptation I've never known before. I didn't realize until I reached her that she was a temptation in more ways than one.
She didn't see me run light-speed towards her. If she did she probably thought it a flash of light. For the first time since I was first transformed I couldn't gain control of my body. My legs kept going as I urged them to stop. She was going to be my victim, the first in over 70 years, but something had stopped me. Let me tell you, o one was as surprised as me. You see, in our natural state of hunger nothing can stop us. I can be quite, what's the word? VICIOUS. Yet here I was, barely an inch between us dying from starvation, and I STOPPED.
To this day I don't know exactly what happened. I don't know exactly what stopped me. All I remember is looking down into those startled brown eyes and saying, "Need help?" referring to her car troubles.
Curiosity about this exquisite little creature made me want to read her mind. I wanted to know what she was thinking. The thing was, I couldn't. It was the second time I was denied what I wanted, denied her inner thoughts. Who was this girl?