Soooooooo. I have a life & because of this life I haven't been able to update… Sorry, college is VERY time consuming.

*Everything Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer*

I often wonder how the chase is still interesting after one has walked the earth for a century. Does the taste of the human anatomy start to blend together, or does the flavor still send pleasure streaming into the dead parts of a body like mine? What happens when you've tried every technique of seduction? Does one get tired of playing this game? Will I ever personally tire of this never-ending chase? The questions follow me out of the airport and I wonder if for once I should just give it all up, and then I saw her; I remembered what it felt like.


The first time I actually rebelled was with the epitome of something I always wanted to be, and that is what egged on the beast within. The sight of her blond hair and blue eyes sent me over the moon, and suddenly a sweet taste filled my mouth. It's as if my memories brought me back to the taste of her blood, and I had the urge to kill this innocent girl right then in the middle of the airport. I'll get rid of the witnesses. The thought was abrupt and enticing, but was also dangerous; I didn't need to draw attention to myself. Well, Isabella looks like you have your new conquest.

So, I followed her. Well the correct word would be stalked. I wanted to find out everything I could. I wanted to know her, to prey on her; I wanted to have that victorious feeling back and I would never have it until I felt the slow quiver of terrifying blood. So for two days I gathered all the information I could, but in actuality I didn't care about the details. I just cared about getting her alone and sinking my teeth into the hallow of her neck; the satisfaction of horror in her eyes would excite me enough.


"You know this is really last minute, and every application is done over the web these days. I don't know if you'll be able to fill in this last minute position. let alone, take night classes." I could've told him to go fuck himself. I didn't need the job, but for once, in what felt like forever, I wanted to play a role.

So I just smiled. He seemed to react nicely to that, and he also seemed to show appreciation to the clothes I wore. When I spoke, I acted like an educated young girl, but on the outside I wanted him to see me, and I had to admit that I looked like I came out of a catalogue of naughty librarians.

"Sir I can assure you that I am highly qualified for this job. In fact, I'm over- qualified. I've went to some of the best schools in the country, I have been a secretary for many profitable organizations, and I can relate to the students, because I am a student." In truth the documents were all doctored; my education actually never went past an online high school degree. After the change, I refused to go back to the awkwardness of school, I insisted to learn everything from Edward, and here I was all for a fucking thrill. I snapped myself back to reality and put another smile on my face. The dean of the school looked dazzled for a moment, and I thought for a moment that he might've said no, so the surprise on my face was genuine when he told me I was hired. Standing up I shook his hand, The gloves shielded him fro he coldness of my skin, but inside I shivered. He had just let a blood thirsty succubus into his school, and I won't leave until I've had my fill.


"Hello, Ms…" The voice was light and airy. I hated it, but it made me jump for joy because I knew it was hers.

"Oh, I'm sorry I don't exactly have a name plate to put on my desk, but please don't call me Ms., it makes me feel old. My name's Eliza. The words come out easily, I try to give off the anxious vibes I'm feeling, and she just smiles back.

"Well, in that case, it's nice to meet you, Eliza. Are you new here? I'm sorry to ask, I'm just curious, because there was a mean old hag that sat in that desk last semester."

Bet you her attitude changed after finding that 25,000 dollar check sitting in her mailbox.

"Yeah, she's taking the semester off; and I needed the job, and extra units."

"Cool, you go to school here too?"

"Yes, I'm finishing off my master's in psychology."

"So, that means you should be good at unlocking what people are thinking then?" The statement was probably meant to be a joke, but that didn't stop me from referring to an old technique that Edward taught me. 'Everyone has one universal thought, and even if you can't read minds, like me, body language should be enough to make an accurate guess. His voice was in my head before I could stop it, and as if it was the real thing I could feel him. 'Look into the eyes of your object of desire." he would whisper 'pay attention to the heartbeat. does it accelerate?

As if on cue, that's exactly what her heart did. I smiled and spoke. "You're probably wondering why you haven't asked for help yet, and how old I am."

The scrunching in her forehead subsided, "Wow, that was good, but if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"23." In reality I was 17, I would always be.

"Damn girl you got good genes." I laughed at her joke, even though I didn't give a damn about it. One of these days I'm going to kill the sick part of my mind that loves to play with it's food.

"Thank you, but is there something I could help you with?" After she handed me the papers in her hand, and I made sure the files were entered in the computer, I smiled at her scent that lingered in the room. I deserve a pat on the back, this is going good.

"The human mind is a complicating thing. " that's all the professor had to say, before my mind checked out. I decided that the lesson was something not worth listening to, and I did what I found myself doing a lot more in the past week; I thought of him.


"Why did you have to kill him, Edward?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit that he only practiced when he was irritated, "because I was protecting you. How many times do I have to stress the importance of that to you."

"James wouldn't have hurt me! I know he wouldn't have. He's my brother, Edward, I'm sure I know him a lot more than you."

"That may be true, but did you read his mind!" Edward raising his voice was new to me, "Did you read his fucking mind, Bella! Because I did, and he would of slaughtered my whole family and half of the population of Forks to get to you." The words hit a soft spot; the spot that tried to ignore that James fed on people, and disposed of them. No, not disposed, he killed them.

"But he didn't, because I asked for this. I asked for him to fucking bite me, for you. I wanted to be with you so bad, and it was my fault, and now he's dead." I tried to yell the words, but they came out softer than intended.

"Shhh, love, it's alright." I didn't notice I was sobbing until he pulled me into his chest, "We'll make it better." but I knew the truth. Better wasn't achievable, so I kissed him, and as the kiss deepened our clothes hit the floor.

If there's one thing I'll always remember about Edward, it's the way he would play my body; like an artist and their first guitar. I poured my heart into our lovemaking, and if I was human I don't think that experience could have been as great; we had sinned out of love, and we demolished the only thread of innocence that drew us together.


"Uh Um!" Who is clearing their throat their throat so loud? "Excuse me?" I believe your name is Eliza Luck?" I looked down to see the professor and half of the class staring at me.

"You know it gets luckier the more say it." The majority of the class snickered, and some even giggled at my comment.

"Well since you're so smart tell me one thing about the human race."

"There are many things, but since you asked for one, I'll tell you a couple of things. The human race is the smartest of animals. It has a variety of languages, and humans have big brains. But they cannot sense a predator the way an animal could."

He looked at me through narrowed eyes, and I turned his attention back toward the board. Not expecting that reaction I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "feels like I'm in high school all over again." I whisper to myself, so like in high school I stare at the clock, and occupy myself as if it was the golden eyed boy that used to sit next to me.

I was talking to someone a couple weeks ago, and they told me that Fan Fiction writers were horrible. As much as I wanted to tell her to Kiss my ass; I reacted calmly. I told her that yes, there are some people who may not be 5 star writers, but there are people who are AMAZING at what they do on Fan Fiction, and because of that I support all the ABSOLUTELY AMAZING writers I see.

Whether you write, or read; you are apart of a place where it's ok to put your ideas out there, and that makes you a better person, because you believe in something.

I love all my readers, and I appreciate you.

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-Michelle