The hunt had taken over me, the smell of blood rushing into my airwaves, blocking off my thoughts. All I knew at that very moment was that I needed to feed. To rip the flesh of the neatest victim that I could find and let the warm, sweet blood fill my throat.
Jake stared at me, an annoyed look on his face.
"But Bella, you shouldn't have gone without me. You could have died!" he shouted.
I was spared having to come up with an adequate answer for him by the phone ringing. Jacob made a move, as if to pick it up, but I caught his hand and glared at him.
"This is my house." I snarled. I was still watching him as I picked it up. "Hello".
There was no voice from the other end, only a few contented sighs. "Who was it?" Jake asked, as I placed the receiver down. I shrugged "no one" I replied, quite truthfully.
Why had I come here? I knew now that it had been a bad idea to return, I mean, what exactly was I looking to find? There would be no answers to my questions hidden amongst the whispering trees, caught between the creaking branches. I didn't even know what questions I had. Perhaps I only looked to feel something again, to live in the future, rather than evoke memories of times passed. I should of ignored the pull I had felt to come back, instead of fervently hoping that this so called "home coming" would release me of the bonds that tied me back to an old life. A life that was now dead to me. Only a ghost, buried by time.
Something was wrong. I could taste it in the air. Others were here, their scents fresh amongst the trees. I inwardly groaned. Could I not be left in peace for one second? Obviously vampires, I moved off to see what threat, if any possible, they posed. Adrenalin rushed through me as I ran through the trees; it had been true when … when … he … said that there was nothing like it. It exhilarated me. I ground to a halt when the strangers became closer. Nimbly scaling a nearby tree, I swung through the leafy canopy to a better vantage point, from which to view the other vampires better. I spotted them easily, clustered together in a group, not far off. Even at first glance a wave of dread hit me. This wasn't possible, it couldn't be them.
I managed to goad myself into advancing towards them, trying to convince myself that I was wrong, aching to be wrong. Unfortunately as I got nearer, there could be no deigning it, I recognised them completely. Bitterness swelled up inside of me, biting at my skin, tearing at my mind. How dare they be here? What right did they have to even step into the forest? Their very presence was an insult to my life, making it seem as if nothing had happened, like none of my past mattered. I mentally hissed at them, aching with the effort not to scream in anger. The group split up, scattering out into the forest, all except him. He simply stood there, lifeless. This annoyed me even more. Why wasn't he doing anything? I couldn't just stay there, watching him be so indifferent. The very thought of him not being in pain tore through me, making me feel sick to my stomach.
I hated Edward Cullen with a passion. He would get what had been coming to him, even if it had been made to wait for 50 years. He would be made to feel pain so agonising, he would wish he were alive, just so he could die. Revenge is a dish best served cold, it only makes it sweeter.