Rated M for explicit sex, senseless violence (not all of it supernatural), vulgar language, and sadistic revenge. (So this story was obviously not written by Stephenie Meyer). Dedicated to my beta and marvelous friend, yourgrandmother.

Alice was sucking the life out of Bambi's mother. Or just some random doe who looked like Bambi's mother. For Edward, it was always odd to watch someone who looked so sweet and innocent killing something that looked so sweet and innocent. And Alice was sweet for the most part, but from watching her mind and the mind of her husband, Edward knew she wasn't innocent. She dropped the lifeless body of the doe and daintily made her way towards him,

"Edward, are you ready to be heading back?"

"Sure, but I don't think Emmett is."

Their other brother, Emmett, was still enjoying his meal of large stag. They could have just left without Emmett, since they weren't far from their home in Forks, Washington. He would have caught up in no time. But it's not like they had anywhere to be or anyone waiting on them. As immortal vampires, they had eternity. It was drizzling and nearing dusk, but nature's elements didn't bother them. This forest was familiar to their family, and besides food, didn't hold much to capture their interest.

While Alice and Edward waited for Emmett to finish his meal, they heard the wail of a police siren coming from the direction of the nearest road a mile or two away. Two cars were slowing down. Ooooh, someone's getting pulled over. No doubt, by that well-meaning but socially awkward police chief Charlie Swan. This could be entertaining, Edward thought. It was too far away for him to hear their thoughts clearly but their spoken voices came through loud and clear. Alice and Edward smiled at each other; she was hoping for some free entertainment too.

"I'm sorry, Bells. I hate to do this with you here but this guy is going to get someone killed with the way he's driving. Just stay in the car, regardless of what you see, ok?" Edward recognized Charlie Swan's voice from the time he heard him speak at a high school assembly on the perils of drug use.

Edward wondered who "Bells" could be. Alice noticed the confusion on his face. She thought "his daughter, she's supposed to start school with us on Monday." Edward nodded to show Alice he had heard her thought. Swan's heavy footsteps crunched on the gravel shoulder of the road. He must be approaching the car that flouted the law.

"License and registration, please."

"Why the fuck did you pull me over?"

"You were speeding, and swerving all over this road. These roads are slick from the rain and there's a lot of wildlife…"

"Fuck the wildlife," interrupted the driver.

"Have you been drinking, sir?" Swan asked sternly. There was a pause.

"No." Edward knew this man was lying and he was miles away.

"Sir, please get out of the car slowly and keep your hands where I can see them"

Emmett had joined Alice and Edward in listening to this exchange and the three of them were trying to contain their laughter so they could still hear the dialogue. They needn't have bothered because what was heard next would have been audible even to human ears: two gunshots. The three vampires could smell the blood of Charlie Swan but it was a weak scent. He must have died instantly. The forest was unearthly still and they could hear determined footsteps march on the pavement. A girl made a strangled cry for help.

Then she screamed and whimpered, "Daddy." She sobbed and hyperventilated and then pleaded, "please, no." Two more gunshots sounded. Emmett had hung his head and was asking himself why humans are so ruthless, when there wasn't even a meal to be gained from it.

Then Edward caught a whiff of the most beautifully appetizing fragrance his nose had ever the privilege to smell. Simultaneously, his throat started to burn like tiny pins and needles were stabbing into him over and over again. He felt like he had swallowed broken glass. Every millimeter of his skin, throat and nose was buzzing with a newfound energy. The animal instincts in him took over. The hunter within Edward was driving and all his intellect could do was take a back seat and watch. He ran towards the source of the smell. He was vaguely aware that Alice and Emmett were following him but he was much faster.

When he broke the tree line, he knew he was close to finding his most delicious meal yet. Charlie Swan's body was lying crumpled in the middle of the road. It took a millisecond to determine that he was not what was setting his whole body pleasurably and painfully on fire. The red and blue lights on top of the police cruiser were still flashing.

Edward saw what he was looking for a few feet away from the police car. Nothing else existed. He knew this was what his body was lusting for. A girl who looked to be in her late teens was lying face up on the grass. Her breaths were shallow; her brown eyes were wide open and vacant. She was going into shock. The red and blue lights flashed over her pale skin. Her heartbeat was slowing. It sounded like a drumbeat nearing the end of a song. He had a limited amount of time before she died and her blood cooled. The precious blood was pooling through her shirt on her chest. She was going to die and that beautiful blood was going to be wasted on that shirt. Stupid shirt. It could never appreciate that blood like he could. He straddled her legs and fisted the material of her shirt. He tore apart her blouse and bra down the center in a single tug. He leaned down towards her chest and supported his weight on his legs and arms over her body. The girl was dying anyway.

There were two wounds in her chest. He began sucking the first bullet wound. It was glorious. The blood that spurted into his mouth was warm and thick and sweet. The pins and needles sensation in his throat eased but was not fully eradicated. He moaned as his hands fisted in the grass on either side of her torso. Her blood tasted like it was personalized for his particular palate. No experience in Edward's long life could compare. Every inch of his long, lean but muscular body was humming in delight.

Touching her body felt better than any other previous contact he had had with humans. She felt so soft and warm beneath him, much better than the greasy rapists he had hunted in his rebellious days years ago. He moaned again while he lapped up the stray blood on her stomach. A liquid heat was swirling inside his abdomen and traveling down his body but he ignored it. The rain was falling heavier now and it created an illusion of a small little world just for Edward and the girl.

She was dying anyway and her last accomplishment on this earth would be to give a suddenly lustful vampire unspeakable pleasure. He was overcome with appreciation and vowed that when she was dead and buried, he was going to lay dozens of flowers on her grave. His tongue cleaned the valley between her breasts to make sure that none of that sweet ambrosia went to waste. Edward began to suck the second wound in her chest, and then returned to the first, catching any excess with his tongue on the way. He hovered over her, guarding her body from the rain because any additional moisture would dilute her taste. Alice and Emmett had caught up to Edward by now. They stared at Edward in shock for a moment. Part of him sensed that Emmett was approaching, so he lifted the girl in his arms and cradled her close to his chest. "She's mine. Go away." Edward growled.

"Don't" Alice hissed at a moving Emmett. Thank you, Alice. At least someone was thinking. My dear sister was going to let me drain her dry. I should buy Alice something nice. Edward thought. He hugged his prey even closer to his body. In the back of Edward's mind, he wondered how Alice and Emmett were resisting the call of her blood. He also wondered how a fight between himself and those two would pan out, since he wasn't letting go of this pleasure without one.

The bullet hole in her chest wasn't spurting blood into his waiting mouth quickly enough, so he trailed his tongue up silky white skin and bit down just above her left breast. He could taste his venom and her sweet blood co-mingling in his mouth and it was divine. Almost of its own volition, his right hand moved from fisting the grass and to cupping her pale right breast and to his thumb sweeping across her pink nipple gently. His other arm was still supporting her weight against him as he fed from her.

Edward could hear groans and grunts but had not yet made the mental connection that it was he who was making them. Before now, he was frigid and asexual, and didn't recognize the sounds of his own gratification. It sounded like the sex noises poor Edward had to endure when members of his family fucked each other senseless.

His stomach tightened and an unfamiliar bulge ached in his groin. His designer jeans were too tight and he rubbed his denim clad protuberance on his victim's thigh to ease the throbbing. This only enflamed his lust more and his mouth found its way to his prey's breast. It was thoroughly clean of blood, but he couldn't resist taking the small nub in his mouth while he gyrated against her thigh.

After 90 years of no carnal desire, molesting a gunshot victim is what gives me my first erection? thought Edward balefully. Deep in the recesses of his mind he was mortified. The animal in him was gleeful that his sexuality had awakened and he apparently was in control of it. He still silently chanted "she's dying anyway, she's dying anyway," But what was to become of his lust when she did die? Edward resolved to deal with that later.

Alice interrupted with "ok, now you can stop him."

Edward growled as he felt Emmett hook his hands under his shoulders and pull him back off of the girl. He turned to face Emmet and swung his fist around and punched him in his big wide dimpled face. Emmett rubbed his jaw and smiled. Then, he reached to grab Edward around his torso, but he dodged and used his momentum instead to flip Emmett over onto the long-forgotten police car. The roof of the car crumpled from the force and all the windows broke.

The astonishment of seeing himself do something like that to his brother shocked Edward into regaining some restraint. The cold intellectual Edward was gaining control once more. His bloodlust was very slowly fading. He looked over his shoulder to see if this girl had finally expired. That would be a shame; her blood wouldn't taste as good if it were cold. But she and Alice were long gone.

AN: You may have noticed that Chapter 1 is no longer in first person…yeah, I suck, but I decided to change it to third because I just write better that way. I hope you still enjoy it. *smiley face*