Edward Cullen

Gluttony

It started with the scent of her blood, its burning song like that of a heartless siren's, it made him want a taste, just a sip of the red liquid running in her veins. But he contained himself, because he knew that once he did he wouldn't be able to stop himself, not until that fragile pulse thrumming underneath her skin was gone.

Pride

It was unbearable, smelling that sweet, delicious blood, calling to him like a seductress would any other imbecilic weakling. But he was definitely not one of those lowly idiots and no mere girl and her tempting blood could make him lose the control that took him centuries to attain.

Greed

Perhaps it made him a masochist. His siblings called him a suicidal sadist but he truly just couldn't help himself. Not when for some reason, he felt the need to go to school every day just to see her or talk to her about Debussy or Wuthering Heights just to hear her voice – not when he wanted more of her. But he knew that once he did, he'd never let her go.

Rage

Strange as it was, he'd honestly never been so furious before in his all his centuries of living; never felt such a need to commit violence. For how dare those…those…how dare they even think of doing such obscene, such vial acts towards…

He tightened his grip on the stirring wheel, stamping down the animalistic urge to do things the girl beside him really didn't need to see.

Lust

It was….unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, it was overwhelming and powerful, the taste of her lips, the feeling of her soft body in his hands, the way she purred when he kissed her neck…

He had to remind himself how breakable she was and he let her go,though begrudgingly.

Sloth

He was never someone who was lazy, who preferred to be lethargic and just do nothing all day. Even when he was still human, he was always working to get something done, whether it's playing the piano or reading, he was always doing something. He believed such inactivity was a waste of time and brain cells, an inadequacy left surely only for the intellectually lacking.

But lying there on the ground with her, his skin sparkling in the sun as she looked at him like he didn't care what he was, he couldn't think of doing anything else.

Envy

He was jealous of him. Though, he didn't know who he was yet. However, he still was jealous of this human, this man. Because one day, he'd have to leave her and he would replace him. He'd become the one to make her laugh and smile, the one who'd hold her in his arms at night, providing her with warmth he'd never be able to give. He was the man she'd spend the rest of her normal human life with.

And he couldn't help but be resentful of him.

A/N: Set during the first book.