Guilt
Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Twilight series or the characters.
You were given the rare chance of living a semi-normal life. Take it tightly and never let it go. Never let go.
It was quiet when I entered my motel room. I closed the door without turning on the lights and the TV turned on. Reporting live from the scene of the murder of Leslie Matthews. Police are still investigating her murder but it has been revealed that there is not one ounce of blood in her body. Apparently she's been drained, believe it or not. Is this some sick cult joke? Or is there really such thing as vampires among us?
Shoot, that's bound to get the Volturi's attention.
Some nearby neighbors reported a scream from a young woman and a loud animalistic snarl. Unfortunately, they didn't see anything. The victim's fiancé is here deeply distressed. The TV flashes a crying young man with dark hair and bright green eyes. His face is red as he sincerely weeps at his lover's demise. Her parents don't know but she was carrying our child and we were planning on running away to my uncle who agreed to support us. I left her alone to buy some groceries. Just for five minutes and now my family's gone. Oh, god, why?
She was pregnant? A massive wave of guilt slammed me, unexpectedly. He killed two people, people who I could have saved. Growling, I slammed my fist into the wall, leaving a deep indentation. Why was I given this curse? Even with inhuman abilities, I'm weak.
The police though have one witness who believes saw a medium sized woman in a black outfit leaving the alley where Matthew's body was found.
Oh, great. Guess it's time to go. I flip open a map and closing my eyes point to my new destination. Forks, Washington here I come. Turning the TV off, I left my room leaving no evidence of my stay there. And disappeared for now.