Chapter Two

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It has been a total of ten years, seven months, and sixteen days since I have turned. Turned. That word used to send chills down my spine and make my heart race. I used to relate that word with Edward. I was supposed to spend forever with that idiot.

Now look at me, though. I'm gorgeous. I look like one of those super models on the cover of a magazine. My eyes are absolutely amazing: bright, bloody red. It makes all the boys stop and stare. In a good way, of course. But usually when they get close enough to me, my eyes are black and hypnotizing. Poor guys, they don't even know what hit them until they're lying dead at my feet.

These thoughts make me feel all happy and giddy on the inside. Killing people brings me so much joy. Just think, every time I bite into a guy's neck I imagine it as the one person I would love to murder. Edward.

I wonder if I could actually murder Edward. But I better not get my hopes up. If I do, I'll be spending all day visualizing how I could torture Edward. It's one of my favorite things to do when I'm not having fun.

Don't judge me either. If you are, then you're saying you've never wanted revenge on someone. If you are, then you're saying you've never had a single bad thought about someone. So please. If you judge me, then you're being a hypocrite.

Now, my definition of fun is probably a lot different than the average all-American teenage girl. Instead of talking about cute boys, I stalk them. Instead of kissing cute boys, I kill them. Fun, right? Oh hell yes. I know you're just absolutely jealous of gorgeous, little me.

Tonight was one of those kind of nights. I was hungry and, of course, I was seeking fun. The thrill of the hunt is so exciting. Now I completely understand why James had wanted to kill me so badly- for the thrill of accomplishing it all. Although, I hate him. Who wouldn't hate someone that had attempted to kill them?

As I made my way into the bar, I knew heads turned my way. The heads of men and women. All eyes held different emotions: want, lust, amazement, jealousy. You can easily figure out who the jealous ones were in this picture. Ladies, I'm sorry. None of your boyfriends are safe now that I'm here.

I chose a spot at the bar far away from the others. Am I crazy? No. I'm smart. Why force the unwilling ones into liking me? Yeah, I admit that is fun but not when I'm famished. I want to make this fast. Then I can have my pleasure for the evening. So what does sitting away from everybody else have to do with making things faster? Haha, well I know for a fact that I'm going to draw in some "player" who thinks he can show off to all his friends that a girl like me is talking to him. A girl like me. If only they knew the truth. The thought makes me smile.

Right on cue, a tall and blonde cutie approached me. He had the whole surfer look going on and I'd say he was twenty-two at the most. If I were still human, I'd probably be drooling all over him right about now. But nope. He isn't some guy to date. He's going to be dinner.

"Hi there," I said with the brightest of all smiles. "What can I do for you?"

Did he just blush? "Uh, hey. I just saw you and your hot self over here-"definitely a player "-all alone, and I thought I could join you and make your night. My name is-"

"I don't need to know you're name." I raised my perfectly arched eyebrows and watched his expression. Oh, good god. The thoughts that must be going through this pervert's head right about now. Make my night? Oh like I haven't heard that one before.

"Can I buy you a drink?" His heart was racing pretty fast by now. He's an excited little fellow, isn't he? Well, I guess this means it's time to stop that fragile, little heart of his. My favorite part.

"No, it's okay. I have some other plans." I rested my hand gently on his arm and gave him the kind of smile that would have made the president of the chastity club weep "Would you want to join me out back?" I slowly licked my lips and titled my head a little bit.

Oh, yeah. I've got him wrapped around my finger now.

He followed me out the club and down the alley. Seriously, dude? We're in an alley way. You're not just a tad afraid? It still behooves me that guys don't pay attention to all the little warning signals their bodies are giving off. I'm a predator and they're prey. Yet, they don't seem to realize that until it's too late.

He was hypnotized by me as I pushed him up against the wall and started kissing his neck. It's funny how I can hypnotize guys. Back when I was human, guys looked. But not the way they look at me now. I guess you could say that I'm the kind of girl who leaves an impression on you.

Well, instead of an impression…let's go with a bite mark.

As his body went limp against me, the throbbing in my throat dulled. Satisfied, I disposed of the body. I can't get sloppy now. I like this place; this club especially. It's nice. So instead of just tossing the body and leaving, I took a knife from my boot and slit the skin of his throat. My handiwork sure was something to admire. It really looked like this kid was murdered by some creepy, slasher guy. Then I finally dumped the body in a dumpster a few streets away.

I felt good as I strode back down the street and into the club. This was going to be another good night for me. Maybe I could even do a little boyfriend stealing. That's always quite entertaining especially when I'm confronted by the girlfriends. I could also do some celebrating.

Celebrate what, you ask? Yet another successful kill. Every time I kill, it's like another point for me. Another point in the game of sweet revenge.

**I hope you liked the second chapter! Thanks to a really nice and helpful review, I've decided to put up the second chapter without ten reviews! But if you like or dislike, please let me know what you think! I'll post up the third chapter as soon as I get a couple more reviews!**