It was dark. And cold. It was always so very cold. The crescent moon did little to guide my way over the uneven and rocky ground. But I had to get away. There was no turning back now. Not after tonight. Not after what id done. I looked over my shoulder expecting to see them behind me. There was no one besides my own shadow. Barely visible in the dim light of the moon. A snap of twigs stopped me in my tracks. My heart felt like it would burst out of my chest at any moment and leave me for dead. I waited for the pounding of the blood in my ears to stop before I could listen behind me. Silence. Of course they'd be no one. I was too far away. And there wasn't enough left. I bit my lip to hold back a silent sob that wracked my body. I bit my lip harder just to feel the pain. The pain felt good. Really good. I moved a trembling hand to my lip and wiped away the drop of blood that had started to roll down my chin. With a last tearful look behind me, I continued on my way.
500 years later.
It was dark and cold. Like it had been everyday for the last 500 years. I didn't mind the dark as much any more. My eyes have adjusted decades ago. But the cold. The never ceasing endless cold was almost too much to bare at times. Too much to bare. I went out hunting that night, to try and get away from the cold. I found a young buck almost right away. But then something else caught my attention. I smell. A glorious smell I followed it to a clearing in the trees and I spotted a man sitting by a fire, with a blue tent behind him. He was roasting hotdogs on a stick. But it wasn't the hotdogs that I smelt. It was him. His smell sent a shiver of delight throughout my body. I took a step out of the trees but backed away in disgust. This was wrong.. All wrong.. I couldn't do that.. Not again. But as I turned around a soft wind blew towards me and carried with it his scent... such a wonderful scent. I couldn't resist. Just a taste I told myself. It's been 500 years. Just a taste... ill only take a taste... a little taste. Before I could change my mind I pounced out of the trees and hit him with the force of a bus going 50 miles per hour. He was dead before he hit the ground. I bit into his soft flesh and for the first time in 500 years,.. I was warm. The cold seemed too seeped out of my system with every swallow, with every gulp. Before I knew what happened I was standing up and looking at a pile of skin. Completely blood less. Completely sucked dry. But I was warm. And I was happy. I ran back to my cave and marvelled at the warmth coursing through my veins. But just like that it was gone. And I was cold. Again. The sadness that washed over me was almost to much to bare. As I lay curled into a ball at the back of my cave. But a thought slowly crept into my mind. I pushed it back at first. Revolted at the very idea. But after awhile I couldn't fight it any longer. What if I could get all the human blood I wanted when I wanted. What if I… the thought stayed in my head all night. The next morning I headed back to where it all began. Forks.