Wednesday
Who would know, from this most ordinary of daybreaks, that my existence would be so threatened?
I have no power over this. The strength I knew just days ago lies in shreds around my feet. My weakness mocks my form; who can conceive of a weak vampire? Even the unskilled of my kind have strength and cunning, by the very nature of our physiology. My confidence is sabotaged by the thirst and need this girl has awakened within me.
I have no power over this! Just to remember, the craving begins and the need takes hold. I long for that blood, to satiate my thirst… The burning need creates unending visions of her death within me. I have never been more monster than man in my existence.
I've heard Emmett remembering the lust, and felt the pull in Peter's story. I'd thought these unimaginable, byproducts of guilt and hyperbole, yet tonight I know! The memory of her scent is as overwhelming as the rapture, and more devastating! I am that flame, I am that sinister predator, propelled by a scent so ambrosial, so captivating… No.
Leaving Forks was my only control. Powerless, I flee. Can I return if she remains? Can I survive if she does not? I have no power over this!
