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"When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car"

Chapter Two Edward's POV

A few minutes ago, I feasted off of a Mrs. Renee Swan. She was dead, gone, and I was certain people would be happier and better off without her. I had been hunting humans for six years now, and I never had a single doubt. I could never think of a real reason why killing a human was wrong. Except for Carlisle of course.

Now I had another guilt to take care of. Killing Renee. She was so funny, even when she was looking in the eyes of her killer. I took a very funny person away from the this world. This was terrible, and to quote Emmett, my brother, "Anyone who is funny is smart and thinks about a lot. Anyone who is serious, doesn't think at all and is a royal pain in my ass."

This woman was so amusing. She had such stray thoughts… almost like a child, and she looked into my eyes and told her killer off. Then she proceeded to think that said killer was sexy. All the while knowing that I was going to kill her in a few minutes.

She was very smart. Not only did she correctly guess that I was a vampire, which never happened, but also she didn't show me fear. Not even in her eyes. That kept my senses in tact, and I got to see how her mind worked. I must admit, that if she hadn't seen my face, I would have let her go. I'm sad to see her go.

Come on Edward, snap out of it, what's done is done. Get over. Okay well, you know what my favorite part of killing humans is. The last thought. It made me wish I could suck every human nearly dry. I don't know if it's the loss of blood, or if it's the fact that they knew they were about to die or what. But for some reason, the last thought is very pure. The last thought is very delicate, very selfless.

"I never said goodbye!" wasn't one you heard very often. "I should have…" was a common one, "who will take care of so and so without me." Those are all very generic ones. They're very common.

Humans were so predictable; they were murderous, crime committing, perverted things. Until they almost die. Of course, by then it's too late. I had no patience for humans, they would never understand the err of their ways.

That's were I got confused. I viewed humans as mongrels. They were. So… why did I feel the need to check on Renee's baby Bella? I hated contradicting myself. Why should I care if she was okay? Humans had an instinct for survival, sure, she was a baby, but she would be okay. Now my head was spinning. Why should the sick demon that killed her mother, the one person that gave her life, want to see this child? Why did I want to see Bella? My head hurt. I was in pain, so naturally, I lost myself in the thoughts of others.

That's when I heard his thoughts.

Man, another virgin, this really is my lucky day. I hope Renee doesn't find out or else their will be hell to pay. She keeps naggin' me to stop but, toots, looky here, were in New York. It's a dog eat dog world. If you won't put out, I'll find pleasure elsewhere. -Charlie Swan

I growled. This was my favorite part of the job, saving people from… bastards like him. I let my instincts take over, and I pounced him. I was so lost to my senses, I didn't care that I was under a street lamp, or that we were in the middle of the street, or that I had only fed a few minutes ago. I didn't care. I had to stop his thoughts. That's what I hated about now; women were treated as objects. They were treated as toys. I thought as I drank his blood slowly -almost at a human pace- just to make it that much more painful.

I had lived with three other women, Esme, Rosalie, and Alice. I had learned that women needed to be respected and treated like fine china. Not like this pig, Charlie, did.

I hated talking about my family. It made me feel so guilty. I didn't even tell them that I was leaving them. Or that I was hunting humans. I left my future-seeing sister, Alice, to deal with that mess. I couldn't face my golden-eyed, animal-eating family and tell them that I was going to hunt humans. That was over six years ago, and I had forgotten my pathetic reason behind hunting humans. All I knew was that my family would never forgive me.

Well. I went out with a bang -Charlie Swan, and then Charlie was dead.

Seriously?! 'I went out with a bang'. That man couldn't even think one humane thought. No last thought for anyone. Not even for Renee, his wife. His wife. His wife! Oh my god!

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