This is my first fanfic ever. Please review, and be honest. If it's horrible, say so (although, TRY to make it constructive).

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight

Chapter 1

Interesting, how one small decision can change your life forever.

I can't say what it was about that night that was different from any other night since I'd been changed. The sounds, smells, tastes…they were all the same. They've always been much alike to me, the humans.

There was nothing special about this girl, nothing to captivate my senses, nothing to draw me in. I can't even recall her face. She was merely available. Out of sight of any humans, I took her, killing her silently and ruthlessly. As with every other, I took pleasure in the kill, savouring the taste of her blood. I have no qualms in killing humans.

And yet, as I left the girl sprawled lifeless on the ground, I knew something was missing. The thrill, the satisfaction in the hunt, it was gone. At that moment, I realized that my life was without purpose, without meaning. I merely flitted from human to human, taking their lives to avoid a death I should have died long ago.

I had experienced this odd feeling frequently the last few times I'd hunted. I suppose it had started two or three months before this night, the urgent feeling that I was destined for something better. But this was the strongest yet I'd felt it.

I wandered aimlessly around the town for several hours that night, contemplating my new revelation. I ran it through my mind over and over, trying to discern the mystery that was lowering my spirits. What could have changed? What had brought on this sudden depression? I had lived in this way for well over fifty years, and been perfectly content with my life. There was no reason for this urgent feeling that I had to leave, had to seek out something I'd been missing.

When I returned to my family, they immediately recognized a change in me. When you've been with the same people for over fifty years, you come to be aware of every slight change in their demeanour. And mine was no small change.

Maria, my maker, easily saw my sadness. She came to me and rested her slender hands on my shoulder. "What is it, Jasper?" she asked in a melodic voice.

"I need to leave." What else could I say? I myself still wasn't sure why I needed to leave.

Surprisingly, she took it in stride. "Why?" was the only reply she made.

I didn't answer. I didn't have an answer. What should I tell her? That I was missing a part of myself? That I needed to find myself?

"Jasper?"

She stared up at me with patient eyes. I could see worry and concern etched into them, and regretted that I would have to hurt her. I could feel her emotions radiating off of her, full of pain. She didn't want me to leave.

I enjoy my power of reading the emotions of others. Emotions are the basis of humanity. It's what separates us from animals, what makes us human…or almost human. At many times our emotions can be overbearing, and we wish we could be without them. But without our emotions, we would be hollow; empty shells without of life.

"I need to go search for something Maria…I can't tell you what it is, because I don't exactly know. I only know that whatever it is, it isn't here."

With that, I left. I didn't give her a chance to call me back, to persuade me to stay. For all I know, she may have succeeded.

An hour later, I found myself in the wilderness, in pursuit of an object I'd yet to identify. My single decision had left me alone, without a family, and with few prospects. All I could do was hope my search would end quickly.

I know it's short, I'm sorry. If there's enough interest, I'll keep updating. Otherwise, this will be it.