History

The vampires all reacted much faster than I thought they would. The blonde I had wanted to kill first grabbed the half-vampire child and ran into the house with her. The man who had been standing next to the child ran to the side of the house, disappearing around the corner. The rest of the company leapt forward to assist Edward. All of these movements were secondary to me. All I wanted was this male's death.

Unfortunately, he moved at the very last second, diving to the side, rolling out of my path. I hit the ground and flipped backwards to leap at him again, but Bella grabbed my shoulder. I growled, a low guttural sound and threw her off with a flick of my hand. She hadn't gotten a good grip to begin with; add that to the adrenaline coursing through my veins and she went flying backwards. I reached out an arm to grab Edward and rip him apart, but the blonde male with the scars grabbed me from behind and flung me backwards. I flipped in the air, lightly landing in a crouched position. The scarred one growled at me, a sound warning me to go no further. I had no time to fight these other creatures. They were inconsequential. Edward was going to die.

I reached my hand forward and pictured the blonde male lift off the ground. He did just that and I threw him to the side. I heard the bigger, muscled male roar. The very noise scared me, but I pushed the fear back. The huge vampire threw himself at me, attempting to pin me to the ground, but I pushed him back with my mind. No muscles could defend against the energy; he flew back with the same force as the scarred male. I turned my attention back to Edward. He had stood up by now and was looking at me. He didn't look angry; he still looked confused. I didn't take the time to consider it. My mind was completely clouded by the hatred that had festered for so long. This vampire was just on the receiving end of it all.

I leapt towards him, but he was ready this time. He grabbed me, carefully spun me around and pinned my arm to my back. He held me tightly; I couldn't move my upper body. I tried to spin around to throw him off me, but my torso was completely locked in his grip. I screamed and threw my free arm around to rip at his face. He ducked just out of my reach. Bella came up to hold my other arm, and I roared again and pictured her flying back. Her body did as my mind commanded. Edward's grip lessened as her body hit the ground; it loosened just enough for me to rip my arm free and throw him against the ground. I turned, my eyes searing into him. My lips parted and I was about to rip the pale flesh from his bones when something came flying towards me, hitting me on the chest, throwing me backwards. I felt the jumble of limbs pushing at me in the air, flying with me.

When we finally landed, I prepared to throw this new enemy from my body when I noticed the things holding me down. Paws. My eyes followed the legs on the paws up to the torso and face of my adversary. I was being pinned down by a giant wolf with red-brown fur. Bigger than any bear, this creature held my attention. I was shocked. I felt my breath come out in short bursts. I could feel myself starting to shake. No, no, no, no, no, my mind moaned. I had to calm down.

Edward and the scarred vampire took advantage of my momentary shock to grab my arms. They held me tightly against the ground, restricting me from moving at all. None of this was helping me calm down. I could feel myself shaking harder now. My mind had shut down; I couldn't concentrate. All I could feel was the shaking. I was desperate, my screaming ringing in my own ears. All I wanted was to be in the forest, running far, far away from here. Why had I come back? My body wouldn't stop shaking. I could feel the burning blood run through my veins. Tears streamed from my eyes and I let out one last scream. Then my body exploded.

My mind flew outwards, shoving the three bodies away from me. I rolled over onto my knees; the shaking had completely taken over now. I could feel my bones rearranging themselves. I couldn't stop it now. It was too late. I hated myself more than I ever had before. I just wanted one of these vampires to kill me. I could hear my growls turning into a whine. My body was flashing through the changes so fast I was sure it had to be almost over. My hatred for myself boiled over and I heard myself howl.

I looked around the small enclosure. Every single pair of eyes was on me, including the wolf's. I knew what they were seeing. The sun was glinting off my silver fur; my deep gray eyes staring back at them from the face of a giant wolf. My height matched the red-brown wolf's almost perfectly. I knew they would be staring at the thin black line of fur on my back that marred my otherwise perfect coat of starlight. I could feel the shock in their eyes. I wondered if they could feel the shame in mine.

The silence in the backyard had calmed me. I could feel myself settling; I could feel myself phasing back. I was quiet. They would kill me now, and I was glad. I deserved to die. I was a monster. I should never have been allowed to live in the first place. I was ready for death now.

When I resumed my human form, I noticed that, adding insult to injury, I wasn't wearing clothes. I looked at my feet, seeing the lump of black and blue cloth that was my previous outfit. I sighed and sat down on the ground bringing my knees up to my face, trying to retain some dignity. So much for dying honorably. Well, I deserved nothing more than this death. I should be humiliated. I closed my eyes and hated myself a little more.

I felt someone crouch down beside me. I opened my eyes, ready to stare death in the face and saw the vampire I had seen at the gas station that first day. This girl looked at me with wide, comforting eyes. I looked back at her, unsure of when my final moment would be, when she held out something towards me. It took me a second to identify what it was: a bathrobe. I looked questioningly at her and she wrapped the robe around my shoulders. She pulled me to my feet and looked directly into my eyes. Then she hugged me.

I gasped and pulled away. I stepped back few steps and looked around at the circle of vampires that had formed, with me as its center. They all looked at me each with a bit of curiosity, but mostly pity in their eyes. I growled at them; I didn't want pity. Still, their expressions remained the same. I shut my eyes and hated them silently. Still, even in the glare of their pity, I hated myself more.

Edward finally stepped forward, just slightly, and spoke.

"Who are you?" His eyes were confused, frustrated, pitiful, sad, angry, every emotion I could think of mixed into one. His golden eyes were trying to reach down into my soul, I could tell. I knew he couldn't though; my soul was too black. You couldn't see anything in the darkness that resided inside me. I looked around the circle. Seven vampires, one werewolf in human form. I could see the blonde female staring at me from one of the windows of the huge house, the vampire child at her side. I couldn't get away. I knew I didn't have to speak either. Yet, something pushed my voice forward. Something inside me wanted to tell this story. I couldn't imagine why. I closed my eyes, sighing as I began to relay my sickening life.