CHAPTRE THREE
The burning continued to rage on inside of me. Eventually taking my body over as a whole until I no longer could focus on what was happening around me. Was I still lying on the forest ground? Was I with Edward? What was happening to me?
I had no idea how long I was there. But eventually after what seemed a thousand years the burning cooled, the loud humming in my ears ended and the immense pressure that had seemed to pin my body to the ground left.
And all that was left was me.
And the burn in my throat.
When I opened my eyes it was crisp. My vision was, I could see everything. Literally everything. And I could hear everything feel everything and smell everything.
And one of those smells was appetizing.
In a flash I was out of my forest bed, ignoring my surroundings and followed the smell, some animal instinct had taken me over but I refused to care.
The smell was delicious, like nothing I had ever smelt before. It smelled warm, alive.
I was the predator and he was my prey.
The miles between him and I were quick to cover; they eventually led me towards a dark alley where a young man was cursing to himself, leaning against a brick wall. Trying to hold himself upright.
He was drunk, much so. His black hair was long and in a mess above his head, his deep-set eyes had dilated pupils, and if his blood hadn't smelled so good, the scent of liquor would of disgusted me.
It didn't take long for him to die. I didn't think much of it; I didn't even bother to see if anyone was watching. I killed him quickly, snapping his throat in a second.
I thought nothing of the lives I was ruining by this as I took his life, for as soon as he was dead the animal reared its ugly head again.
This time it lead me to a middle aged man who traveled deep into the woods hunting, and a woman coming home from work whose car had ran out of gas at the wrong time.
By the time I killed the woman my mind began to think of what I'd done.
Three lives. I had killed three people in less then an hour of being… this.
What was I?
Vampire.
Something in my mind spoke the word and it fit. Yes, a vampire. That's what the girl had been; the one who'd tried killing me. And Edward…
I could remember the pain in his eyes as he put his mouth to my palm, ejecting me with some burning liquid I know believed to be his venom.
And I was disgusted.
He was the one who had done this to me. Changed me into this… this horrid beast. This monster.
I knew I couldn't go back to my family like this. No matter how much I missed them.
Inside my monster still growled and I knew that I would kill them if I returned.
But I knew it would also kill them inside if I didn't.
I couldn't punish my family by killing them, literally. So with all the strength I had inside of my body, the part of my mind that wasn't craving human blood, I ran back into the forest. Deeper and deeper till I was sure I wasn't in America anymore.
I ran until I was positive I was so far from civilization that no human would venture this deep into the untamed forests of Canada, I hoped and prayed to whatever there was in the sky above us that I wouldn't hurt another human for as long as my immortality let me live.
And I hoped I wouldn't fail.
Eventually I found a cave to stay in. It was damp and not very big, but it was high up in the mountains and close to animals big enough to quench my thirst.
As the months continued I only survived on animal blood, though it tasted nowhere as good as human blood did, it was enough for me. And didn't cause me to take another soul away from its family.
Over time I grew better, hikers had climbed on the rocks a few miles away and my resolve hadn't slipped, I stayed strong. I stayed true and as innocent as I possibly could.
While my will for goodness strengthened so did my want to see my family.
How were they? I know that none of them would cope with my death easily. Renee would have no one to call her daughter, my father would loose his little girl, and Collin would loose the big sister he'd adored since he was a baby.
And the more I missed them the more I despised Edward Cullen. I would rather he left me for dead, then like this.
If I was dead then I would've stayed in place, the police-possibly Charlie himself would of found me, and my family could have peace in knowing what happened to me.
But to my belief nothing was left at the scene I'd been changed at, nothing to indicate I was there. In fact, the only piece of possible evidence I'd been there was my truck.
Oh, I missed my truck too.
I hated Edward Cullen. He disgusted me. And now I was part of him.
At night, when I'd sit in the cave in my sorrows I could almost… feel him. It was like he was calling to me, his presence. I could almost hear his voice in my head.
But that was impossible, Edward Cullen had made me this and that was all. I had no other connection to him, no other reason to feel a pull towards the monster.
It was within one of these pulls that I noticed how ignorant humans truly are.
How ignorant I was.
The Cullens, the famous and elusive Cullen Clan of Washington State were all vampires. I knew because they shared the same pale skin that I now had-paler than my usual white- impossibly good looks that if I had not been so disgusted, I would had joyed at having. And we all moved with the same grace and elegant poise, even when I killed the three humans. It was beautiful. In a deadly way.
Eventually I began loosing track of the days, I was aware that I'd been gone for a few months. The school year would almost be over and summer was fast approaching, though that didn't mean much to Forks other than break.
Break also meant that more people would come hiking, would travel deep into the woods. Someone would stumble onto my cave and onto me, someone would see me hunt.
Someone would end up in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Just like I did.
So I decided to leave my cave with only one thing in my mind.
To kill Edward Cullen and the clan of vampires he mingled with. So that he never ended a human life again.
So no one else had to be put into the misery you may call immortality.
