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At my revelation, I squeezed my fist in a surge of overwhelming emotion. The mirror fell, and I held a jagged handle, shining shards scattered on the floor. I looked down, at my shattered reflection. My red eyes glowed back at me, alive with thirst and shimmering with my lust for death. I was stronger than them. I still had the remaining human blood coursing through my granite veins. They could not stop me. I would hunt for animal blood, and then I would hunt for vengeance. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of my mind, I shuddered inwardly at the thought of drinking human blood. I would kill those who killed me, but I would not cross the crimson line. I looked back up, awake from my thoughts. I was alone in the empty room. Edward had surely read my mind, but it was inconsequential. Nothing could destroy a newborn vampire! I laughed darkly at the thought, delighted with my musical voice. The tracking would start tonight, while the memory was still vivid in my mind, before I lost the echo of humanity that I still had. I would take the friends first. Royce would be saved for last. I grinned, for the first time in days, it seemed, my venomous teeth glinting oddly off the small stream of moonlight through my window. . The varnished wooden floor shook violently but held as I sprinted to the nearby woods to feed. I attacked freely, drinking whatever animal had to misfortune to cross my blood-thirsty path. Everything was sampled, and I reveled in the different, exotic, delicious tastes as my thirst was slowly sated. I smiled again, as the burning quickly subsided. I thought then that being a vampire was not so bad. I was young, frivolous. My mind was content at my vampirism, so long as I could exact revenge. My whole soul, if I still had one, was focused solely on murder.