I lay on my back on the damp grass. I was staring at the dark night sky. Gazing at the stars that were easier to spy here than in my current "home- town" Forks. A veil of mist laying over the cold, wet, but fertile forested lanscape. Feeling the soft breeze sweeping gently with a cold current across my face, rustling the light and bouyant leaves of the great and old oak tree to my right.To my left, was him.
We were lying in a large blissful meadow next to eachother, no more than a footstep away. All I had to do was to reach out with my fragile hand, to touch his white marble skin. The attraction I had for him was like no other I had ever in my life experienced.
As we lay in our quite surrondings, the only sound was of my heavy but subtle breathing. He was gazing at my face with soft kind eyes, but I could feel the torture he was undergoing at the very sight of me.
To caress me with such care and anxiety, so not to brake me with an innocent gesture. To control himself, so not to give in to his lust, and loose his control when he kissed me. Every second I am the prey of a monster that could with such attraction and force, but very gently with power, sweep me off my feet, luring me into his welcoming and safebound arms, to expect a loving embrace, but retrieve instead a horrific action that his need and demand would commit, that would bring on so much sorrow to this small little town, his pride, and his counscience.
Something that I have always known and understood, but I never feared, because I knew that he loved me, and negatively effecting me would mirror onto him, for his happiness and joy comes from my presence, all because this beautiful and mythical creature, has fallen deeply in love with me.
This creature that was staring at me with intent, mysterious hazel eyes, lives a different way from the rest. Not feeding on his natural prey, but fooling his diet to something bearable, but that can only substitute shortly for the sake of his necessary cover as a human.
Only the smell of my blood is the most powerful and demanding, that can make him go wild with thirst. My scent:something he describes as sweet and floral amusses him, making my blood pool at my cheeks(something that usually only occurs when i feel embarrased)makes him smile, driving me senseless. For I weaken at his beautiful features, making me melt into him, letting him get so close to me, letting his teeth be millimeters away from my throat.
One horrific action could end everything, but I trust him with my soul, and all this I risk because…I love him, and losing my soul and letting go of everyone i love apart from my new "friends", is worth more than my human, simple mind can imagine, for i cannot live without him, nor exist without him in my presence, for he is my life, joy and future.