Watching
He breathed in her scent, not wanting the moment to end. They leaned in for a kiss, but, as usual, the blood rushed to her checks and he was across the other side of the room in less than a millisecond. Now would be the perfect time. I could obtain her; it would be as easy as giving candy to a child. But something stopped me. I shouldn't care about humans' feelings. But, as much as I didn't want to be, I was weak.
Most of the time I didn't understand it myself; as soon as the blood rushed to her checks she should have been mine. But as usual I couldn't bring myself to do make her mine. Humans were fragile. But I needed to feed sometime. I couldn't be watching them through windows forever. I wasn't as strong as the Cullens. Eventually the window's glass would smash and I would be strong once again.
The Cullen looked up. His light golden eyes met mine and I realised he knew. The Cullen knew I needed Isabella to keep me strong. He knew he could easily keep her safe; he knew how vulnerable I was. I looked down, wanting to run but not wanting my feet to move.
He moved slowly, not wanting to leave her for too long. Eventually the blind was shut and I was shut out once again. I felt myself tense up. How could I let myself be that vulnerable? I had to prove to myself that I wasn't weak. I could make myself strong once again. I would taste the sweet blood of Isabella Swan.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the character or events. They belong to Stephenie Meyer. The creature that is looking in on Edward and Cullen's situation is from my own mind – inspired by all the members of the Cullen family. I thank Stephenie Meyer for allowing people to write fan fictions for Twilight.
A/N: This is a oneshot. Please tell me if you would like me too continue.