I do not own anything...
'Edward, you don't honestly plain to stay here your whole existence. Do you?' Charlotte groaned.
We had both realised we would never be anything more than friends, and these past few weeks, Charlotte's thoughts had been bored.
I sighed, 'Have we not had this conversation before?'
'So you want to wait until your family is gone? Edward it is possible to resist. You don't have to kill every person you encounter.' I could find no trace of a lie in her thoughts, but I couldn't believer her.
'But how could I resist? It hurts so much!'
'The first year is always the hardest. You will learn to handle it eventually.'
'Will you help me? please..?'
She nodded, 'If it means we can get out of this forest, I'd do anything.'
'You could always leave without me.' I reminded her.
She shrugged, 'I like the company.'
I had been a vampire for about 18 months, I was getting better at my self control. I had fed two days ago, but luckily it was hunting season and more humans came into the forest...Which only meant more practise for me. We were laying by the river when the scent of human blood blew our way. I perked up immediately but I was able to suppress the maddening thirst.
Come on. Are you ready? Charlotte asked, taking my hand.
I nodded and sucked in a deep breath, letting the scent burnt down my throat. We started to run in their direction, slowing a few feet away from them. They had their backs turned to us but turned around when they heard our deliberately noisy footsteps. I heard their sharp intake of breath when they looked at us.
They were thinking about how beautiful we were, I blocked ou their thoughts so I wouldn't accidentally answer one of their thoughts.
'Good afternoon gentlemen.' I greeted, taking a short, shallow breath.
I tried to distract myself by inspecting their features. Both had short jet black hair. One had brown eyes and an angular jaw, and the other had grey eyes and a more rounded jaw, but other than that their features were very similar, they were probably brothers.
They both nodded, greeting us. The sound of their hearts was so appealing but somehow I managed to not attack them.
'Where are you headed?' Charlotte asked.
'We are planning to hunt up near the river.' The man with the grey eyes explained, waving a hand in that direction.
'We must be on our way,' The other one apologized, 'if we intend to make it back before dinner.'
He shifted his weight from food to food, his brown eyes flickering back and forth between our faces, I could smell the adrenaline in their blood and could hear their hearts pounding frantically.
We said our goodbyes and headed off.
AS soon as they were out of sight I started running.
Edward, stop! Charlotte yelled, grabbing my arm.
'What?' I asked.
'Where are you going?'
'To my family.' I smiled
'You can't leave like that, look at you Edward, your clothes are dirty, acceptable for the forest, but not for out there and do you really expect them to recognise you? You've changed so much, and your eyes!'
I stubbornly held my ground. 'I want to see them.' I growled.
Sighing and seeing that I wouldn't change my mind she let go of me.
'At least let me get you a change of clothes...and it wouldn't kill you to bathe first.'
I stood in the river and tried to scrub off the dirt. Charlotte had gone into town, getting me clothes, a towel and soap. once i was happy with my skin i ducked my head into the water, holding my breath. I scrubbed my hair with the soap, wondering what would happen if i took a breath.
when i was finally clean i dried myself and then got dressed. i followed Charlotte's scent to a small clearing. she stood when she saw me.
'Do you need me there?' she asked.
'Maybe, waiting in the wings.' I suggested.
She nodded and we started running. but soon we were in the view of humans so we were forced to slow to a walk.
i guided her to my old home and she waited behind one of the huge trees.
i took a deep breath and knocked on the door. i heard three beating hearts, two were coming closer to the door, even though i only heard one set of footsteps.
my mother pulled open the door, smiling politely. in her arms she held a baby girl, she was about 5 months old.
'hello.' I whispered.
'hello? can I help you?' she asked.
'Yes.' I paused as the baby girl whimpered, 'I, um...My name is Edward Anthony Masen.' I rushed through the words, hoping she would understand them. After a few minutes, she was sifting through the words in her head her eyes went wide with anger, 'Your my mother...'
She stood there glaring at me, her thought waring in her head. One side desperately wanting to believe me and trying to pick of my familiar features. The other side hating me, not wanting to believe what i was saying and thinking she was insane for even considering it.
Michael came up behind her and took the baby from her arms. I immediately saw the resemblance between the two, the baby had his green eyes exactly, where hair was blonde unlike his light brown, but it had a slight curl to it jsut like his did.
'Michael, is she yours?' I asked, absorbed by her innocent face. I reached out to touch her little hand, i barely brushed my finger ahainst her skin before he pulled her closer to him, 'She's beautiful, whats her name?'
Mary Abigail. 'Who are you?' his voice was slightly bitter.
'Edward Anthony Masen.' I answered absently.
He stared at me incredulously for a few moments before he composed his features.
'Get out!' He demanded, pulling my mother out of the way and slamming the door shut.
'Michael, what if it is him? It has been over a year.' My mother questioned, her mind full of hope.
'His changed too much for just one year, and did you see his eyes? I'm sorry auntie, I want him back too, but that wasn't him.' Michael answered.
'He knew your name.' She pointed out.
'So do a lot of people, he must have asked someone.' Michael concluded.
'Please mother, it's me.' I called out, my voice breaking. I leaned my head against the door.
I heard them shifting around inside and then angry footsteps stormed to the door, I stood back as it swung open and Michael glared at me.
'What kind of sick joke are you trying to play?' he demanded.
'I just wanted to see you again. I miss my family.'
'Your not my cousin. What are you trying to get, my uncles inheritance?'
'His dead?' I gasped, as my head spun uncomfortably.
The information swirled in his head, my father had died from the Spanish Influenza, my mother had just barley survived. I shook my head, 'No I don't want the money. I just want to talk to my mother, please.'
'She's just beginning to deal with Edward's death. This is going to be a major set back.' He groaned, rubbing a hand against his temples.
'I'm not dead!'
'Your not Edward! If Edward were alive he would have come back before now!'
'I couldn't come back, I can't explain why, but it was impossible.'
Hearing his thoughts I knew it was impossible, so I decided to leave.
'Take care of her.' I demanded.
Then I turned around and walked at a fast human pace to Charlotte. I grabbed her arm and once we were out of sight I started running with her trailing behind.
