Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, I don't own Twilight.

Bella POV:

Everything happens in a blur when you're a vampire, especially one on the hunt. There's a monster inside of you, that blocks out everything else but instinct--you lose your emotions, your judgment, everything. All that matters is moving in for the kill. You're only vaguely aware of what's going on.

Which is why when I got into the house, fumbling with the doorknob impatiently, I could focus on nothing else but the thought of blood, his blood.

Kill.

The one word was running through my mind, making everything else--my values, my principles--seem insignificant. I forgot my resolution to be a "good vampire". Looking back on it, it seemed like such a ridiculous goal.

I kicked the door to the kitchen open, knowing that he was in there. The scent hanging around him was maddeningly sweet, almost unbelievably tempting. Charlie looked at me for a moment, his expression somewhere between shock and fear, before hesitantly stuttering, "B-Bella?"

I could take no more; thirst overcame me as I lunged forward. Charlie didn't even have time to scream.

Everything was clothed in a veil of red liquid. That horrible, yet mouth-watering, scarlet blood. My father--or what was left of him--lay on the floor, cast aside once my hunger had been satisfied.

I had been missing for the past three days. Victoria had hid me well. Had she been hoping that I wouldn't be found until it was too late? Either that, or Charlie and the werewolves who were probably searching for me assumed that I had gone back to La Push, and was hiking in the forest or something when I got lost. They had probably been searching for me there. Either way,their efforts had been in vain. And now...

Now that the beast inside of me had been contented, guilt swept through me as I realized what I had done. He wasn't just some other person, some ordinary stranger. I killed my own father.

That fact hit me hard. I didn't know what I was doing! It wasn't my fault! I childishly made excuses for about two minutes before dismissing them. True, I didn't know what I was doing. But that didn't mean it wasn't my fault. I befriended a vampire and had actually wanted to be one. So I couldn't cast away the blame now that I had gotten my wish.

But still...this was not how I intended my life to be. Bitterly, I sink to the floor. I didn't want to be this inhuman, heartless beast. But what could I do? Besides, the damage was done.

My father, whose only mistake was coming home after a tiring search for his daughter, had finally found her--and she had been his downfall. Because of me, Charlie was gone.

AN: I didn't want to kill Charlie. It did pain me to kill him. So I'm sorry if you wanted him to stay alive, but I thought killing him would be the most realistic thing to do, since Bella is a newborn and all...but please don't flame me for that!!

Well, this is the third chapter. I'm hoping for more reviews. Oh, but THANK YOU SO MUCH to the people who reviewed so far. It's what has kept me going.