Anonymous voice in my head: "So...you've ran out of creative ideas to do this?'

Moonless: "Na, I'll think of something next time, it's more like, don't 'feel' like.

Voice: "OK, see ya on Monday." hears footsteps that sound like walking away.

Moonless: "I really should get therapy for that."

The author under the pen name "MoonlessNightXx," does not own any part, characters or plot, of the Twilight saga. All credit for the series belongs to the author Stephanie Meyer.

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Hey guys, sorry about the super slow update. My Internet was back up, now it's down, yet again, I haven't been able to use the laptop that I have been using since my Internet went down, and also since school is back on track I've been really busy with that, homework, tests. But don't we all? ;) And when I said about 3 updates a week I forgot about school and how time consuming it was, but now I'm back, and I'm writing again! = {)

catch you at the bottom, ciao

Finding

In the past month I'd hunted three people, three lives lost, three lives of people with families, hopes, dreams, futures. What made me and my needs, my hunger, more important than them and theirs. Nothing did, nothing made what I did acceptable.

Today it was a beautiful little blond girl. No more than twelve years of age, and she was nothing more than a mere snack to me, a feeding, a quench to my thirst.

And I hated myself for it. And I hated that I couldn't stop. And I hated that I couldn't restore those lives that were lost. Lost because of me. Why me? Because I am a hideous beast trapped inside the body of a beautiful monster.

I didn't deserve that. I wish I was ugly, terrifyingly ugly. Then they would stay away, I wouldn't hurt them, I couldn't. Maybe it was possible for me to starve to death.
Maybe...

It wasn't. It wasn't possible and I was beginning to wonder if it was possible for me to die at all.

After today's hunting trip, I realized something, there was something...different, about me. Not in the way I saw or heard, not in the way my voice sounded, but I just felt... different. I ran to a near by lake, which I had found while traveling.

Because I couldn't stay in one place now. I realized that it would be very supicous to the police force in the area if a series of killings all happened in one, or even many, towns and villages in a range of, say, a county. Things wouldn't look good and I couldn't afford to get caught. It could mean fatal possiblities, to not only me, but if there are others of my kind.

When I reached the lake, I stepped by the water's edge. I looked around me. A seemingly perfect day. A bird cawed in the distance, leaves rustled as a small animal, perhaps a squirrel, ran through the brush. Things would have seemed ordinary as any other day had I not looked at my reflection. I gasped.

I was...astonished, to say the least. Amazed, and maybe even terrified.

I looked my reflection in the eyes and the little blond girl stared back at me.


So, what do you think just happened, loves?

Is it getting good?

After this incident, what do you belive Bella's power / ability is?

I can't wait till' the next chapter, so you can find out!

Hopefully you can't either!

With my sincere apologies,

Moonless