Chapter 4-

I ran back to the house and saw Alice and Rosalie waiting for me outside. They looked at me with caution as to see if I was okay. "What are you looking at?" I asked with an attitude. I stormed past them and ran up to my room. I slammed the door shut and threw myself onto my bed and clutched my pillow. As soon as I landed my sobs poured out of me. They were loud and uncontrollable. I didn't even make my decision yet. How could this happen to me, why does this always happen to me. I climbed off the bed and walked over to the mirror. My mascara was all over my face, my hair was wild and I looked like a mess. I walked into the bathroom to take a warm shower. I sat in the shower for about an hour before I finally came up with a plan.

The whole time I was in the shower I kept thinking of Rosalie's story. Of how she was turned, and after what she did. The circumstances were different, but the meaning was still the same. I climbed out and wrapped a towel around myself. I looked back at the mirror and saw myself. My mind pictured Jacob beside me. He was smiling and touched my shoulder. "I love You." He mouthed. I closed my eyes and reopened them, hoping that what I pictured was real. He was gone. I put my hands to my face to wipe the tears before they fell. "Revenge." I said aloud to myself. I walked into my closet, grabbed a pair of jeans, and a black sweatshirt. I got dressed, styled my hair down, applied my make up, and brushed my teeth. I put on some socks and my black uggs again. I walked out of my room and locked the door. I looked down the hall at my parents room. God how I miss them, I started walking towards there room. It was unlocked.

As I walked in there room still smelled of Orchards. There bed was a king sized, brown and orange comforter, with black headboard, and polls that gathered a flat canopy at the top, with white orchards entwined around the polls across the top. There music was over flooding a whole wall. They had tons of flowers, paintings and sculptures and books around. Very organized and sophisticated. I walked out to there balcony and looked up at the moon. I closed my eyes and let the tear fall.

"Am I really going to do this?" I let more tears fall as I leaned against the railing. I turned around to start walking away. But then I stopped, I'll just jump the railing. I leaped over landing with a hard thud. I started running, as fast as I could. I kept charging and charging, until I finally reached town. I raised my head in the air and closed my eyes, looking for his scent. I found it coming from the North side of town. I started following it, as fast as I could, before I could even realize, my instincts stung over me and I was looking at him outside of his window. He was sitting at his desk. I let out a sigh.

"I cant do this." I said my thought out loud. I saw him turn and I leaned against the wall of the house. He came over and opened the window.

"Hello?" He looked to the right and then to the left and saw me standing there.

"Renessme?" I came out into the light. "Hello Bryson." He took my hand and led me in. I thought of Jacob as soon I was inside his room. He led me to the bed and sat me down.

"Is something wrong?" He asked curiously.

"No." I gave him best expression of happiness as I could. And I lent into him and kissed his soft lips. I closed my eyes and then hugged him. He kissed my cheek and then my neck. I inhaled his blood through my nostrils. He put his cheek to mine and that's when I whispered to him. "It's only fair." I kissed his cheek and then lent my head down to his neck and I bit. As hard as I could. He screamed in agony as I sucked most of his blood out, after ten minutes his screaming stopped. His body was paler and limp. I pulled away and started to leave the house. He laid there on his bed, his body lifeless. I walked back over and kissed him on the forehead and then walked to the window. I took one last look and jumped. Without feeling any regret.

As I was running from the house, the regret overwhelmed me. I started feeling guilty. I stopped and turned around, I never ran out of breathe but tonight I did. For some reason I was overwhelmed, and I felt like I was having a panic attack. I'd never killed a human in my life. I turned back and started running back towards his house, I climbed up the same way and entered his house. I walked to his room and opened the door slightly, he wasn't on his bed anymore. "What have I done?" I said out loud.

I entered his room some more to check to see where he was. I turned the corner and opened the door. I saw him on the floor, jerking and grunting with pain. His eyes were turning more red by the second. I ran beside him. "I'm sorry Bryson, I'm so Sorry." I touched his side and he jerked away in pain.

"My.. My.. Neck.. It's.. burning!" he screamed in agony.

I closed my eyes to find more tears. "I know, it'll be over soon. I promise." He was jerking more.

"Please.. Do.. Something!"

"I cant, your blood's already to low.. It shouldn't last much longer." I said in sobs. His eyes were closing, but his jerking slowed. I pressed my hand on his forehead. He was freezing cold. I shook my head, I'm in so much trouble I thought. "Bryson?" I touched his hand and his body thrust up towards me.

"What.. What… what's going on with me?" He asked clutching his throat. "I'm so… so…"

I touched his shoulder, "I know."

"I don't understand… what's happening… " He said moving fast while looking around. I stood up and pulled his arm. I had to be gentle, he was a newborn and everything was uncontrollable.. I didn't want him to kill me. "I'm going to help you." He nodded still clutching his throat, "Renessme, what's going to happen." I started leading him to the window. "Everything's going to be different now."