…I really hate life sometimes. Especially lately.
And not just MY life, either. Life in general. Mine, that redheaded bitch's, that wolf's, even yours.
Rosalie says I'm hitting a "mid-life crisis". Ironic, because as a vampire, I highly doubt fretting over my age is a substantial part of my recent depression. If I were to call it ANYTHING, it'd be "I've actually discovered how crazy the world actually is" syndrome. Or perhaps, "I'm sick of everyone's damned expectations". Treatment pending.
Being a vampire, contrary to what many may think, is not a blessing. It's not immortality wrapped up in a nice, cold, hard, sparkly package. It's torment. It's not sleeping, not enjoying the things you used too, and certainly not falling in love for some incredibly average (nearly unfathomably so) high schooler, and suddenly becoming worshipped my pre-teens everywhere.
Or maybe it is, hell, I don't even know anymore.
My name is Edward Cullen. For decades, I've loved and thought of nothing but my family, who mean more to me than anything. They are more precious to me than anything I've owned, or even my life. Even Rosalie, who can be a little hard to deal with at times, is dearer to me than anything, or anyone, I've ever encountered. They are literally everything to me. I'd never do anything to put them in harm's way.
Then everything changed, (when the fire nation attacked) one day in the rainy town of Forks.
Posing as high school kids has always been kind of amusing, to me. Not that I had any choice in the matter, as one cannot simply run about the west coast with blood running down your face showing off your ability to dismember hapless animals. And as I was (rather conveniently, I might add)"changed" at the ripe age of seventeen, I now get to play the part. Forever. It could have been worse, though, so I have no complaints.
High school is an odd moment in one's life, and it seems like everyone has their own priorities, with none of them making rational sense. For some, preparation for college is all that matters. Or, maybe the huge game this weekend. For others still, what lingers between the legs of another is a mind consuming thought. The hapless youths struggling to manipulate one another into pointless goals- which, at any other time, would make me uncomfortable, but they were just so BAD at it.
The girls, in particular, were amusing. Immortality has apparently left me very desirable, and I could tell, no HEAR them dream about me. Some of the fantasies were innocent crushes, but OTHERS. The others were insane. Some girls just wanted me, or maybe one of my brothers. Others wanted me –with- my brothers, ignoring our (albeit, fake) blood relation. I'll never understand females.
It is in this scenario that I find myself. Surrounded by many who are nearly sixty years my junior, with no one but my family- particularly my sweet sister, Alice- to talk to.
She had noticed my particularly gloomy attitude, then.
"Edddddddddddd~~~!" she sang to me, chipper as always. "What is the matter, mister doom-and-gloom?" she smiled.
I sighed, saying nothing. The perfect way to communicate exactly how bored I was.
She pouted, and then poked me in the ribs. "I think someone needs to go hunting!"
Hunting. I smiled at the thought. Something interesting, at least. Plus, seeing Alice, the tiny girl she was, rip a bear in half would NEVER not be amusing.
I frowned. Jesus, Edward, you're turning into a sadist.
Noticing my frown, Alice poked me again. Jasper chuckled. "Hunting it is then, hmm?" his voice was low. He sauntered away, with Alice hopping at his heels. I looked at the clock, and groaned.
Class. Boring, repetitive, class. No matter how many times I take mathematics, it will never be interesting. Listening to the people in the classroom wasn't much better.
I really don't get this fraction stuff…
Okay, we have to do the things in the half circles first…
…no… he didn't like when I used teeth…
Adding and negative is just like subtracting…
I huffed. Idiots.
… I HAVE to pass this test. I HAVE to…
Half an hour of hearing high school students unable to do basic algebra made my blood boil, and somehow hearing them ask their stupid questions out loud made it worse. I glared at the clock, willing it to move faster. At lunch, I'd be able to be near sane, competent individuals.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, the bells rang, and as I walked into the cafeteria, Emmett and Alice were already there, sitting at our table.
Then it happened. The most enticing smell I've ever encountered, wafting across the room. My eyes followed it immediately, and my eyes fell on her.