Fires

From that day on, the kids in school learned to stay away from me. People practically walked a few meters away from me in the corridors. That was when I returned to school. I was suspended for a month, then another when Toni returned, as I accidentally tripped her up in the corridor...

A month passed, and I decided not to go back to school just yet. I was still fuming and I knew the odds were that I'd probably kill her the next time she ticked me off. But mainly, it was because everything I looked at was burning down right now. Literally. That's my gift. I discovered It after I was towed home from school 2 months ago. I was still a raging newborn after all, so I managed to break Emmett's grip on me and run into the forest. I found a big tree and climbed up to sit on a branch far enough away from the forest floor. I stared blankly at the think undergrowth below me, and tried to calm myself down. With no luck apparently, as I began to remember the smug look on that bitches face that day in the dinning hall, then the rage as I flew for her. My teeth clenched together and all of a sudden, the little bush I'd been staring at below me was alight, and the fire spread quickly among the dry grass. I jumped from the tree and ran away from the spreading fire, I knew the services would be here soon, with the hazing smoke now breaking through the canopy of trees. My family were there as soon as Edward had heard what I'd saw happen, Alice wouldn't have seen this because I hadn't been planning it. We went home, and the authority's assumed the fire was caused naturally. From then on, I tried not to think about her, it only led to disaster. But that was easier said than done. The fires were so bad I had to stay out of the house most days, sometimes someone stayed with me, other times I was alone. I hunted - sometimes burned my prey to death -, I ran, I swam, I done pretty much everything I could to amuse myself. I couldn't go into town, humans would most certainly die. It was real annoying. I sometimes hung out in old parks at like 5 in the morning when know one was around. If I set something on fire I had to stamp it out, sometimes I carried a fire blanket just in case, better than walking the streets with a fire extinguisher. To be honest, I was a total loner!

After another month I returned to the house. I'd learned to control the fires and the thoughts, I just told myself I'd kill her one day, that helped a lot. In the end, being sadistic worked. I still occasionally roasted my pray for the hell of it, it was quite funny. Carlisle and the others were thrilled with my new gift, they thought it would be the perfect defence if we ever got into bother. I mean, what vampire isn't afraid of fire?!