The speed was exhilarating. The wind whipped my brunet hair back from my eyes, but I didn't even need to think about where I was going. It was instincts that replaced most of the human memories. In what must have been 20 seconds I was at my doorstep. I grabbed the handle and it crushed between my marble skin, splintering the door. I hesitated, this was all so new to me, I didn't know what I was doing. But then a scent, delicious as a crisp apple, fragrant as a field of wild flowers, and naughty pushed me forward. It was naughty like the night breeze. It forced me to go on, into the house.
The monster purred inside me.
I followed the scent into the living room where a man was sitting. He looked like someone I knew...had known. He did not seem to hear me. I was too quiet. The monster inside me compelled me to go on with its subtle purring. I took cautious steps forward, wondering who this man was. As a step brought me nearer to him a floorboard creaked under my foot.
The man turned around and gasped, "Bella? Wh...what happened to you?" he stuttered.
A flash of memories returned. This was Charlie, my father.
No, this is food, the monster chided. I just stood there, transfixed between love and hunger, dazed by his presence and scent.
"Dad?" my velvet voice uncertainly answered.
"Oh, Bella!" he said and then he came to hug me. The air stirred as he got up to move, and the scent and instinct overpowered me. I struck in the time it would take to blink. His throat tore open with wet, hot blood dripping down.
Charlie was dead.
I was blood thirsty.
And I drank. My mouth was filled with a wonderful flavor. Better than the scent. My whole body and mind focused on the texture of the blood, the taste, the fragrance fragrance... An icy hand on my shoulder broke my trance. I whipped around to see Alice and Edward. Alice just looked at me with big, sad, topaz eyes. I panicked. I struggled to find a way out of their protective circle. I launched myself at a gap between them and ripped free of the arms trying to catch me. I ran. And ran. I ran away from the bleeding Charlie, from the rainy forks, from my old life...