The days and nights of Forks are all the same; cloudy skies, the occasional downpour of rain, and the faint sweet smell of the tall, pine trees drifting in the wind. I began to wonder in my solitude if this wretched curse will ever leave me alone. I abhor the monster that the curse has created, the monster that is me. I cannot bring myself to take my life even though my life was created to take others just as innocent as I had been. I stared around in the darkness engulfing me; I am the creature of the night. The air was crisp, fresh with the moonlight streaming through the looming trees. I felt my muscles tense as a deer cautiously passed and ran. I was ready for the hunt; my mouth watering for a taste of blood. I let the scent of that carry me through the darkening, twisted woods, around the stream, and up the misty mountain
Next Day:
The next day was just the same, the sun hidden behind a mass of dark, gray clouds and the wind blowing steadily across my pale face. Today I could not resist her; the girl that turned around and stared at me with wide, curious eyes in the cafeteria. She sat next to me in Biology; a class I found less interesting even after the first time I took it nearly 20 years ago.
I could smell her scent; lavender and flowery. A deep yearning for her blood overpowered my senses. I struggled throughout the class period; barely able to contain my instincts. I clung to my side of the desk; terrified of me, the monster. This was the reality I chose to live. In order to survive I needed to find other means of supplying my hunger for blood.
Carlisle taught me to hunt for creatures that we had rightful authority over; animals. Their blood did not satisfy much of the same need as human blood, but this was how we, how I lived. I found another way to live; another way for me to prove that I was not a coward of my own power.
But I could not face the humans that I saw in the grocery stores, in restaurants, and at schools. Some tried to be friendly, some like Bella, were hard to resist. My thoughts were preoccupied by my internal battle.
"You're Edward. Edward Cullen. My name is Isabella. Call me Bella." Bella smiled, breaking my train of thought. I looked away afraid to do something stupid. I didn't have a chance to respond for the bell rang ending my brief encounter with Bella. In a whoosh I grabbed my bag and books nearly flying out the door in my panic to escape her presence.
As I came to the parking lot I began to have thoughts of killing her. It would be so swift and easy. NO! NO! Stop it! I screamed silently to myself. Just get in the car and drive. As I neared my car I knew that this was not the end.