Chapter Seven

**Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters. Stephenie Meyer is the sole owner of the Twilight series.

I picked a grungy looking bar. Grungy? Seriously? I shouldn't be at a place like this, but I know that I'll be the center of attention here. And I need the attention right now. Attention equals blood bags walking around on two legs like a delicious gourmet buffet. Yummy.

I'm absolutely positive I won't be running into anyone-coughCullenscough- I know here. This place isn't classy enough for them. They're too fancy to come to a crappy place like this. They wouldn't down-grade to a scruffy bar like….what's the name of this place again…uhm, oh well that doesn't matter. This is the one and only time I'll ever be coming to this place. Kill and feed- that's the only use of this place. Or should it go: hunt, feed, then kill. That makes more sense.

Oh good lord, I need to stop thinking about them. After what happened tonight, I'm going to be sure I never run into them again. But for now, I need a new track of thinking …hmm, maybe I'll think about how delicious it will be when I rip into my prey's neck. Yes, yes. That is the perfect distraction. It makes my throat burn even more now.

I entered the bar with a strong air of confidence surrounding me. This'll be my last meal until I move. Let's make this last and let's make this fun.

There weren't many people around as I walked up to the bar. It was mainly a bunch of girls with their boyfriends, and then there was one creepy old guy giving my funny looks at the other end of the bar. Ugh, I couldn't suppress the shiver that ran down my spine. That old guy is so not getting anything from me. Go back to the old folks home, dude.

I waited, tapping my nails against the dark, stained wood. The bar tender brought me a drink and I tossed a few dollars at him. He seemed pretty happy when I told him to keep the change. How much did I give him? It's not fair that he gets to be happier than me at a time like this.

I licked my lips as a group of guys came in. Most of them seemed pretty drunk. You'd think that them being drunk would be a plus because it'd be easier…well, yeah but I find alcohol makes their blood have a tinge of sourness. It's kind of gross, but it'll have to do. This place doesn't have too many dining options tonight.

I waited until the group lazily made their way over toward the bar. They boisterously ordered a round of shots and that's when I made my move on the one furthest from the group.

I felt like I was watching from another point of view as I did my normal flirting routine. Laughing, batting the eyelashes, sexy comments, and so on. It was boring, though. I got no thrill out of this for some odd reason. I usually get a sense of enjoyment when I know what's coming next and my poor, innocent prey could never even fathom it.

Ugh, I just want to hurry this along. I don't feel like doing any of this anymore. But why? This was my life for ten- almost eleven- years. Why now? Why? This is so freaking annoying. Stupid Cullens. Stupid family for ruining my night. I hate them. I hate them all.

I couldn't convince the guy to come out with me alone. Usually I can get them immediately, but tonight I've lost my stupid seducing abilities. Dejected, I sat back down on the bar stool. Wait it out, I'll just wait it out. Eventually, he'll come to me. A few more drinks and he's mine.

More people began to trickle in the place….and none were worth my time. Maybe I could go against all my rules and morals. Maybe I could just kill a girl instead. But no. That's no fun. My sights are only set on young men. It's all a part of my revenge.

I watched as a new group of people came in. A couple in particular caught my eye. These two caused a strange sensation in my stomach and immediately the fine hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up. No! No! No! Not here. Not now. No. It's impossible.

The two were immortal. I could tell that right off the bat even though their backs were facing me. From what I could tell, the girl was tall, blonde, and curvy. She had her hands all over the guy. She nuzzled her face against his neck like I would do to my prey- except she was doing it out of affection. The guy had his arm wrapped around the girl's stick-thin waist and he, too, was showing his affection quite publicly.

It disgusted me, and I felt cramps hit my stomach full force. This can't be frickin happening. I'm not ready for this. I knew them…well, one of them at least.

As the couple turned around to head to the bar, I was met full-force with the gaze of Edward Cullen.

Oh, crap.

**Hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's short, but I've accomplished what I wanted with it. Be on the lookout for Chapter Eight! The story is really going to be picking up from now on. If you want chapter eight to be put up, please review, review, review! You guys are the best readers and thanks! :) **