BPOV:
I swear he was there; I- I know he was... I'm positive.
The word 'insane' rings through my head. I sit in a desk in the very back of the room as I weigh out my chances of actually insanity.
-My family did have a history of mental disease...
-Then again, I could just be wishing I had one as an excuse. If I took pills, people would stop asking themselves why I'm such a freak...
-But I could not have made that up; his glare was so intense...
-Then again, he did evaporate into thin air... That's not exactly possible; I had to have imagined the whole thing.
...Right?
EPOV:
In under a minute, I was in the clearing I had grown so fond of. I flung myself down into the snow and burried my face into the the cold crystals as I let the call of her blood flow out of my system. I rolled over and took a deep breath of crisp winter air; cold, and free of temptation. I let the strong smell of pine wash over me as my clenched muscles slowly relaxed and I tried to grasp the self control that I had gathered over the years.
Almost all of the self control gone... in a matter of seconds...
Why was her blood so strong? So intense?! It was like I hadn't fed for months when I had only just done so three nights ago.
My metaphorical blood boiled. I sat up and packed a chunk of snow into an ice ball and hurled it towards a tree, making a perfect hole right through the middle of the tree's trunk with a sharp crack.
" Did you really have to kill that tree?" Carlisle walks up behind me. "Alice called me, she sounded worried."
As I began to explain to Carlisle about my extremely unsettling afternoon, I felt something pulling me towards the school. Yes, the smell was gone, but talking about it just made me want it even more.
"Go feed, your eyes have grown more and more black as you continue to talk. Would you like some company," wondered Carlisle, "I haven't feed for a few weeks and I have a busy schedule in the operating room tomorrow..."
I figured it was best not to be left alone. I wanted to think to myslef, but I knew if there was no one to stop me from doing anything rash things may end with bloodshed.
With that, we were off to the British Colombian mountains in South Western Canada. I was in need of a mountain lion or three.