PROLOGUE
It had been just a normal week in Forks; rain, school, rain. The only thing that made the monotony somewhat bearable was knowing that he and his family were more than these boring humans. He honestly couldn't believe how little variety there was in their thoughts. Year in and year out, they all thought about the same things; for girls, prom, fashion and gossip. For boys, it was girls, sports and being 'cool'. He's had a little curiosity in that Bella girl, but she just wasn't interesting enough. Humans started to become more fascinating when they got older; they split into different groups and became less controlled by what others thought. But he couldn't get to know anyone older than about twenty, and no one at all for longer than about five years. It would've broken his heart, if that were possible, that he was deprived of any normality ever again.
For though he despised the constant monotony of everything being the same, he also missed it.
To never have another friend outside of those you considered family, to almost certainly be forever alone because he couldn't get to know anyone out of his family. He couldn't trust anyone out of his family. He couldn't do anything outside his family.
It was those same thoughts and feelings that had led him to leave Carlisle and Esme so many years ago. He had eventually come crawling back, but not for the reasons they thought. Yes, he hated what he had become: the monster that feeds on humans and doesn't care for anyone but themselves, but he hated the loss of human or at least near-human contact. He needed to be able to talk to people, trust people, even if they were family. That doesn't mean he was satisfied.
Don't take that the wrong way, he adores his family. But, after spending a hundred years with someone and no one else, there was nothing new or surprising that happened anymore.
That was, until today.