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"Well, how can I say no to the man offering me a free truck?" I replied. Quil, Jake, and Embry started to laugh, and Charlie grumbled but suppressed it to a laugh.

"It's good to have you back, Bells," Charlie said.

Chapter 2: Acid

That morning I was more than willing to leave my bed and take a shower. The water wasn't as warm as I normally would like it, but Charlie already had used up most of the hot water before he had left for work. I would just have to remember to take my showers at night from now on instead of taking them before school.

The sweet strawberry smell shampoo coated my hair and my sensitive smell as I felt an absolute high from the fragrance that was helping the scorching stream that encased inside of my throat. I would have to make sure to cook some eggs and leave the yolk running just so it could soothe the monster that was eating at me alive.

My appearance in the mirror was plain ordinary. My pale complexion and translucent skin would sure not stand out in front of the school. Everyone around here was pale as well from the lack of sunlight, other than the citizens on the reservation. I ran my fingers above my cheekbones, pulling the skin back to expose the amethyst hue of my newfound eyes. One of the new features of my new life was the improved eyesight. It was to help us track down our victims even far away, just to be able to see clearly through their eyes to create direct contact.

But with this new eyesight, I could clearly mark the flaws of my skin. I had noticed that the glow no longer radiated over it after a month of not feeding. Now a darker shade encased the underside of my eyes. I frowned at that. Not that I was beautiful before my transformation either but knowing I would be immortal and only die by certain causes and not be able to preserve a sense of beauty when it came to my appearance had left me feeling despondent.

I quickly made haste to put in the deep brown colored contacts to cover up the purple of my eyes and quickly combed through the saturated strands of my hair, and then took more time to blow dry it. It was cold outside, and I would hate for it to freeze when I stepped foot out of the front door. I packed four more pairs of contacts into my backpack which I would have to make a note to remind myself to go on my computer that Charlie had left for me in my room to order new ones. There definitely was not a store around here that would sell any.

I wasn't looking to stand out when I decided to get to school, so my wardrobe wouldn't be too hard to pick through. I didn't have the nice clothes that you would see in magazines or on a mannequin in the mall, but I did have a sense of liking towards nice blouses and long sleeve shirts. The blouses did flatter my figure well, but that would be for a different day. I wanted to be able to hide. I quickly grabbed one of my soft knit long sleeve green shirts and paired them with dark washed jeans that were rather loose on my legs. I brushed my blown hair and put on my waterproof boots, grabbed a heavy jacket and headed downstairs.

Sunny side-up eggs were easy to put together in the time crunch I was in. I wasn't going to be late to school by any means, but I wanted to get there early so I could quickly receive my schedule and find which classes I would be going to throughout the remainder of the semester.

It was just drizzling still, not enough to soak me through immediately as I reached for the house key that was always hidden under the eaves by the door and locked up. The sloshing of my new waterproof boots was unnerving. I missed the normal crunch of gravel as I walked. I couldn't pause and admire my truck again as I wanted; I was in a hurry to get out of the misty wet that swirled around my head and clung to my hair under my hood. I cooed when I had noticed the warmth inside of my truck that hadn't escaped into the cold weather outside. I took off my jacket, placed it into the passenger side and shook my hair, trying to get the droplets to fall off.

Finding the school wasn't difficult, though I'd never been there before. The school was, like most other things, just off the highway. It was not obvious that it was a school; only the sign, which declared it to be the Forks High School, made me stop. It looked like a collection of matching houses, built with maroon-colored bricks. There were so many trees and shrubs I couldn't see its size at first. Where was the feel of the institution? I wondered nostalgically. Where were the chain-link fences, the metal detectors?

No one else was parked in front of the first building that had a sign so I pulled my truck up there into that lot. I needed directions around the school, so I decided to go in so I wouldn't be circling around the school like an idiot. I stepped unwillingly out of the toasty truck cab and walked down a little stone path lined with dark hedges. I took a deep breath before opening the building door to force the cold damp air into my throat to cool it off.

Inside was a brightly lit room with warm air with a small office. One of the women at the three desks that were set inside was large with red hair and glasses. She was wearing a green top and a khaki skirt that laid over her black spandex.

She immediately ceased typing on her computer, looking up at me. I startled from her expression and continued my composure, looking down at her hands. The woman grabbed one of her jackets and slipped it on, covering her breasts. Oh no, she thought I was staring at them.

"Hello, can I help you?" she asked, nervously.

"I'm Isabella Swan," I informed her. Immediate awareness struck over her eyes as she gave a kind smile. She reached down into her desk, pulling out a drawer that held a file with my name on it. Must be of my past school records. I flinched at them. I never did poorly in school, but I didn't like knowing that all of my academic history was in there.

"Of course," she said, now going over to a stack of papers, pulling them out and flipping through them until she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." She handed me several pieces of paper and took time to show me on the papers of the routes along with slips for my teachers to sign. She ended up taking them back from me and used different highlighters from her desk and highlighted the different routes I was going to be using. I was very grateful to her this morning. I'm sure I would have been able to find my navigation through the school, but she seemed to care to help me.

I went back to my truck and drove towards the other buildings where there was a line forming for students trying to enter. I felt better knowing that my truck didn't stand out here. It seemed like the average of the cars here were all old models anyways. Nothing too flashy, besides the silver Volvo. That was probably the shiniest car here.

I grabbed the hooded jacket off of my passenger seat and climbed out of the car, flinching at the thunderous noise that came out of my engine when I had turned off the ignition. I pulled off my sunglasses from my neckline and placed them on my face, hiding myself, along with pulling the hood of my jacket over my hair, blocking the rain from hitting me, potentially causing me to dampen.

Building three was easy to spot with its large bulky letters indicating which building it was. The classroom was small, claustrophobic. It felt it would be almost difficult to keep minimal eye contact, but I hung my head down low, handing my slip to my teacher indicating that I'm newly enrolled here that he would need to sign saying I came to class today.

The teacher's name was Mr. Mason. He gawked at me when he read my name on the paper and gestured towards the empty seat in the back of the classroom. I was forgiving when he decided to not introduce me. The students in the class began to stare at me. I realized I still had my sunglasses on, but if I could help it, I would keep them on the entire day. Nearing the end of the lecture, I leaned back in my chair, running my finger up and down my throat to do my best to hold back the monster that continued to pour hot glass down the edges of it.

Are you trying to flatter me with a whole buffett, amica.

I squinted my eyes shut at his words. He was hungry. I had been starving myself for four months now. I knew this, and knew it to be dangerous, but I also knew that there was no yearning for me to become more of a murderer than I already was. I cleared my throat several times during the lecture in class. It didn't help my first impression with Mr. Mason. He already seemed irritated that I was here.

"Would you like to get some water, Isabella?" He asked me, with his back turned and his hand holding the chalk as he paused writing something on the board.

"Yes," I croaked out. "Thank you." I quickly grabbed my bag off of the ground and headed out of the classroom. I grabbed my stuff because I knew that by the time I would come back, class would already have been over. I walked towards the bathroom, running inside quickly and collapsing my weight on the sink with my hands holding me up. I looked up into the mirror, taking my glasses off and placing them back on the neckline of my shirt, looking at my appearance. I could already see the acid burning over my contacts, causing them to fizzle away until the dark clumps fell out into the sink.

"Damnit," I said out loud. I knew this would happen, though. Whenever I was around a larger group of people while I was desperately hungry for a kill, the acid burned faster, causing me to need to go through more contacts a day than I needed to when I was alone.

I quickly shuffled through my bag, going through my zippers trying to remember where I put the other cases. I had found them in the front pocket and I quickly applied the new dark contacts over my amethyst eyes. I needed to suppress the hunger. It was a ticking time bomb that continued to roar through my subconscious.

I quickly sloshed water on my face and cupped my hands to fill them to drink from. The cold water was only doing so much to help the burn die down, but it would have to do. I could already hear students start scavenging through the hallways, meaning that my next class was going to start soon. The bell releasing the classrooms was going to be an irritating buzzing sound throughout the day.

I quickly ran out of the bathroom when I noticed two girls walking in, chatting about some boy that they were both prowling over. I remembered already the route to my next class, and quickly followed the directions I had grained into my mind and headed there.

The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. My Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who I would have hated anyway just because of the subject he taught, was the only one who made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself. I had to keep my eyes glued to the desks in front of me the whole time to avoid eye contact and would quickly follow towards the empty seat that was waiting for me.

After two classes, I started to recognize several of the faces in each class. There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and ask me questions about how I was liking Forks. I tried to be kind enough when speaking about the town they lived in, but mostly I just lied a lot.

One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter than my five feet four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between our heights. Her name was Jessica, which I had also gestured to her to know that I prefer to go by Bella instead of Isabella. I was hoping the name would stick by the end of the school day. She continued to prattle on about whatever gossip was swirling around the school. I mostly just smiled and nodded towards the end of each of her sentences. I didn't try to keep up, but I knew that with her ease of spreading gossip, it would also spread my preferred name.

I walked through the lunch line, looking at the food that was being offered. I quickly grabbed one of the triple stacked PB&J's and a water and sat down with the group at the table. I didn't know any of them yet, so I tried to avoid conversation. The creaminess of the peanut butter and sweet jelly had instantly been helpful for coating over my throat. I did my best to not swallow too much to keep it held in there for the time being.

Jessica continued to speak to the others, introducing them as Lauren, Mike, Eric, Ben, Tyler and the last one of Angela. She was shyer than the others, but the kindness in her eyes made me gravitate towards her more. I wasn't sure if it was the monster wanting to go after a challenge of someone vulnerable and more reserved or not, but I did like her just based on our interaction.

Immediately, I felt my throat pull on each cord, tightening the tissue inside. I started choking on my peanut butter, clinging my hand against it and grabbed the water on my left with my other hand and started to try soothing the burning. The water was room temperature and it was not helping. I didn't understand what the instant burn was for, but I quickly turned around, noticing the group sitting at the table in the corner of the cafeteria.

There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes that I could clearly make direct eye contact with. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention.

(Passage taken directly from Twilight without any changes done to it) 'They didn't look anything alike. Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weightlifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students.

'The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction.

'And yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes despite the range in hair tones. They also had dark shadows under those eyes — purplish, bruise like shadows. As if they were all suffering from a sleepless night, or almost done recovering from a broken nose. Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.

'But all this is not why I couldn't look away.

'I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. They were faces you never expected to see except perhaps on the airbrushed pages of a fashion magazine. Or painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy.

'They were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. As I watched, the small girl rose with her tray — unopened soda, unbitten apple — and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. I watched, amazed at her lithe dancer's step, till she dumped her tray and glided through the back door, faster than I would have thought possible. My eyes darted back to the others, who sat unchanging.

'I glanced sideways at the beautiful boy, who was looking at his tray now, picking a bagel to pieces with long, pale fingers. His mouth was moving very quickly, his perfect lips barely opening. The other three still looked away, and yet I felt he was speaking quietly to them' (Meyer, Stephenie.)

I had my hands gripping on the edge of the table, growling through my throat. I had to look away—I had to hold in my breath. This wasn't helpful in any possible way, but the scents of them were trickling through my air canal. Trickling towards the back of the already scorched throat of mine. I had no idea or reason as to why they were the cause of such atrocities that were happening to me. My eyes, tightening. I had to avoid my subconscious from persisting to look at them any further. Knowing that at any second, they could look my way, claiming the lure.

Aren't they perfectus, juvenalis… such a perfect kill. You know you cannot resist the urge… it's much too breathtaking.

"Stop!" I yelled out towards the monster that wanted to tempt me. I hadn't realized I had yelled though. My fingers digging indentions into the table from me trying to fight the urge. I quickly opened them to find that the cafeteria went silent, and all eyes were now looking directly at me. Red blushed through my cheeks at the newfound embarrassment that I had caused only to myself. I knew that I had just used my gift against a whole cafeteria of humans to make them all do what I wanted them to do. This doesn't normally happen. Whenever I tell someone to do something, I can either choose whether or not I want my gift to force them to do those things. I can use my gift voluntarily if I wanted to, but what I had just realized was that my subconscious actually did force them all to stop.

I kept my glare down at the table, letting my hands go of it and laying my arms over the indentions I caused to it. Even with my newly put in contacts as of only a few hours ago, I immediately knew they were stripping away. I closed my eyes again, trying to hold the glossy fabrics of them from falling out of my eyes.

"Sorry… stomachache," I said quietly, closing my eyes. "Go back to doing what you were doing." I gulped at my order to the cafeteria and grabbed my book bag and made my way towards the bathroom faster than human pace than I had meant to.

I threw my bookbag against the bathroom wall, hearing the distress of the hardback book covers that were inside. I flinched at them, not that they had bothered me, but I knew I would have to pay for whatever damage I had just caused them. I quickly turned the sink on, splashing water in my face and seeing the contacts drip down the drain of the sink.

I turned towards the bathroom door, slamming it shut and locking it. I slid my body down against the door, obsessively clawing at my throat trying to alleviate the unbearable and uncomfortable red-hot branding iron that was searing against it. Once the door had closed, I noticed the fresh air of being away from the humans had helped die down the flames. I inhaled deeply enough to have the clean rush of air ripple down my esophagus, alleviating the tightened tissues in my throat.

I wanted to leave, I wanted to go home and get out of here. Get out of Forks as fast as possible, but I couldn't. I knew that I had to stay and keep up appearances until I graduated and could voluntarily leave on my own without causing rumors to spread.

I felt the door try to open, but it ceased at where the dead lock had connected to the frame.

"Sorry, next bathroom please," I yelled out with my cheek placed against the cold door.

"Isabella? Can you open the door?" It was a voice that I didn't recognize. A voice attached to someone that I hadn't actually met, but who would know my name if they never had met me? It was a small town, I suppose. Of course, the rumors of my arrival had made its way across the entire population of Forks.

"Yes, sorry. One second." I cursed at the timing I had said. "Actually, just give me a minute." I quickly stood up, walking over towards the sink again, and replenished my mouth and throat with the cold water from it. I walked over to my bag and pulled out a new case of contacts and rushed back to the mirror, placing them in my eyes. I splashed more water across my cheeks that I could feel bursting in crimson and shut the water off and headed to the door, unlocking it.

When the door opened, the flames immediately came back, but not as tight as they were before. I looked down and noticed the small frame I had seen in the cafeteria. The energy that I could feel from her breath was radiating much more than the rest of the humans that I had met. It was the pixie-like girl that I had noticed glided through the door like an elegant enchanted dancer. I never looked up at her face though. I walked quickly over towards my bookbag and slang it over my shoulder.

"Sorry for taking so long," I said to her. She moved herself infront of me though, causing the flames to erupt more, the honey scent of her energy was much more decadent than the other students had been, much more alluring and almost impossible to resist. I tried to sidestep her to get around her, but she stopped me again. I noticed her posture had stiffened towards me, as well.

"It's Isabella, right?" She asked, waiting patiently on my answer, but still holding me prisoner in the bathroom. I could easily move this small framed pixie out of my way, but I didn't want to invite violent intentions on my first day of school.

"It's Bella." I said softly, trying to not exhale anymore air than I had to just to cause me to breathe in more.

"Well, Bella. I saw you in the cafeteria. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine, I promise. Just a really bad stomachache."

"Would you like someone to take you home? I can get you to the nurses office if you prefer." Nurses… no, definitely not.

"Wow," I tried to force a chuckle. "No, I promise I'm fine." The bell to dismiss lunch to allow the next group of people to enter the cafeteria chimed. I flinched at the buzzing that was rattling in my sensitive ears. I wish I could say I was used to it, but my old school didn't have this sort of thing. I knew I would eventually find the source that caused it and land a fist into the mechanics to stop the absurd noise. "I really need to get to class."

This time she had allowed me to walk past her and through the bathroom door so that I could enter my new classroom. I had to shove my way through the traffic of the people in the halls before I quickly had noticed a light grip was placed on my wrist. I immediately turned around to notice that Mike from lunch was holding onto me. Apparently, he had said my name numerous times, as well to catch my attention.

"Hey, sorry for scaring you. I just, wow." He looked at me, his eyebrows raised. "You really have some vocal cords to silence an entire cafeteria."

"Yeah," I replied, softly trying to hide the blush consuming my cheeks.

"It's okay. The news will travel and end by tomorrow. Maybe a week at the latest." I grumbled at the thought.

"I don't really want people talking about me, if I'm being honest."

"Everyone likes a little bit of attention every now and then," he said chuckling, trying to lighten my mood. "I don't think I got to actually introduce myself. I'm Mike Newton. I think you have biology II with me, right?"

"Mr. Banner?" I asked him.

"Yeah that's the one. I can walk you to class if you like," I looked up at his mouth which was stretched upwards on the sides.

"Sure," I replied. His hand quickly released my wrist before it lightly trailed down towards my open palm as if he was trying to interlock our fingers together. I lightly snatched my hand away and gripped it to the strap of my backpack.

We walked to class together; he was a chatterer — he supplied most of the conversation, which made it easy for me. He'd lived in California till he was ten, so he knew how I felt about the sun. It turned out he was in my English class and gym class, as well. He was the nicest person I'd met today.

"And here we are," He said, gesturing an open palm towards the open door. "I already have a lab partner, but maybe we can hang out sometime. I can walk you to the gym after?" He asked, hope in his eyes gleamed in my peripheral vision. I gave him a small smile and nodded.

As we walked in, I noticed Angela, the nice girl at lunch, was sitting at the black-topped lab table exactly like the ones I was used to. She already had a neighbor. In fact, all the tables were filled but one. Next to the center aisle, I recognized the beautiful boy from the cafeteria table in the corner, sitting next to that single open seat. The flames I noticed were starting to grow as I walked further into the room. I shut my eyes, trying to hold my breath.

As I walked down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my slip signed, I was staring at his shirt, watching him surreptitiously in my peripheral view. Just as I passed, he suddenly went rigid in his seat. He stared at me again, with the strangest expression on his face — it was hostile, furious. I looked down at the floor shocked at the grimace I saw on his face, going red again. It was strange. How he had felt some sort of anger towards me while I clearly didn't warrant any.

Mr. Banner signed my slip and handed me a book with no nonsense about introductions. I could tell we were going to get along. Of course, he had no choice but to send me to the one open seat in the middle of the room. I kept my eyes down as I went to sit by him, bewildered by the antagonistic stare he'd given me in my peripheral view. But the flames continued to grow, ripping at each respiratory epithelial cell that cascaded down my throat. I let out a hard cough through my throat trying to ease the lava that was pooling into it. But it wouldn't stop. For some reason this man was causing the monster to rage more than it had ever done before. The energy that was radiating off of this boy was unlike anything I had breathed in before.

Take a look, Isabella. Just a peak is all you need.

Oh, mel. He's obviously your most perfect match of a meal. Should be fairly easy to lure him out of this classroom.

I gripped my hands tighter against the table, shifting my body away from him. I couldn't bare it anymore. The flames were eating me alive. If I had attacked him here, the police department would surely be notified immediately and I would have to go on the run, to never go home to see my family again. Actually, thinking about it. Renee would most likely take me in and hide me away so that the police would never catch me. I'm not sure Phil would allow her to do that. I chuckled lightly at the idea, hoping the distraction would help keep me from feeling the pain that was stabbing away at me, but it was not helping. I hunched forward; my face bared to the desk.

"Isabella?" Mr. Banner called. "Are you feeling well?"

"I need to go," I said, growling through my clenched teeth. I leaned over grabbing my backpack that was leaned against my seat. "I'm not feeling well," I said as I quickly ran out of the classroom at human pace this time. When I noticed all the halls were clear, I ran down them, quickly at my own speed and launched the doors to the exit open. As soon as I made it outside, I collapsed on the cold, wet asphalt. Inhaling fresh air at high rates, trying to push out the energy that was radiating from the boy's past stale breaths that sat next to me.

I fell over onto my side, gasping for more air. Trying to block out the memory of the boy from my mind, but I could feel tears forming at the edges of my eyes. What is happening? What is it about that group of people that forge this monster to rise beyond repair? I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed to feed. More importantly, I needed to feed now. I stood up, forcing myself off the ground and ran over to my truck quickly, tugging at the door for it to open when I had realized I hadn't unlocked it yet.

"Bella?" Mike Newton said at the front doors of the building, waving me down. I could see him now attempting to exit the building to come towards my way. I knew I wouldn't be able to take my truck to get as quickly out of Forks as possible, so I made a diagonal line away from Mike Newton's view. I noticed Mike's grunts being forced out from someone shoving into him to pass, but I ignored them and ran into the trees at the end of the parking lot.

I began to run, running safely inside of the tree line. I followed a trail through the forested area that I had now ended up in. Jumping easily over the boulders and flattening the shrubs that lined the floors of the forest. I continued. I needed to release some energy to suppress the pain. I needed to get out of here. I knew I was growing closer to leaving Forks now. I would be out of here if I continued running North. There was a large mountainous range in front of me that I needed to find a way around. I took a left at the grassier side of it, making my way further up the trail, following past the signs of camping areas.

I stopped. Quickly noticing a nearby scent. I couldn't help myself anymore. I couldn't fight the monster.

Ita, Isabella. Feed yourself.

I walked over silently towards him. The man was a little younger than my dad, but not more than five years. He was putting together a tent for himself. I looked over at the camping gear he had laid out for himself farther away. He hadn't noticed me walking up to him.

"Hello," I said eagerly, looking down at the ground. He quickly turned around, startled.

"Oh, hi! Sorry, I didn't hear you coming up behind me," he chuckled. "Are you on a hiking trip, as well?" I shook my head at his question, and then I looked up at him. Baring my eyes into his. He dropped the tent that was clung into his hands on the ground. His jaw loosened as he stared into my eyes. His tongue trailed over his bottom lip as he now was stationed to the ground.

"Come," I ordered him, holding my hand out. He made no hesitation as he broke the gap between us. He quickly had the palms of his hands placed against my cheeks. His mouth moving next to claim my parted lips and hungry eyes. I couldn't fight myself to not murder this man any longer. I met him halfway where his lips were treading closely forward and quickly clasped our mouths together, forcing him to part his lips. The sweet cloud of decadent honey had passed through his heavy breaths and into mine, which were then consumed by the respiratory epithelial cells of my throat. I didn't part the kiss while he was groaning from pain and exhaustion. I continued. I couldn't stop. I couldn't keep this man alive. I needed all of his energy. I needed him dead.

His tensed hands had slowly left my cheeks as his arms fell over my shoulders. The body weight of his leaned against mine, and his lips now broken away from my own. I was holding onto this man underneath the pits of his arms as his limp body was pressed to me.

I had just killed this man. That was number three.

But I wasn't full. I needed more. This was just the beginning of the murderous day.

I moved his body off of mine, throwing him onto the ground. I had no idea what I would do with it. Soon the animals of the forest would most likely find his body and begin devouring the flesh and meat attached to his bones, but there was also a chance that there would be other hikers passing by to camp here.

I looked around for my options. I could carry his body into the deeper parts of the woods, but it would take more time for his entire body to be eaten. I looked over at his bag, which had a large machete strapped onto the side of it. Chills rolled down my back at the thought of using it to hack his body into pieces. I couldn't do that. I was not a violent person, even though I had killed this man, but gore still sent me on a dizziness frenzy when watching those kinds of movies. Particularly Saw.

There was also a shovel that was standing up in the ground where the man was most likely trying to dig a fire pit with. That was the best option I had. I could bury the man as deep as I could into the ground.

I didn't move though. I began frozen at the idea of my mind plotting to hide this body. I had just killed a man. I was a murderer more than I was before. What have I done?

"What have I done?" I shrieked, falling onto the ground. Sobs were quaking from my chest and uncontrollable pace. I sprawled my body against the ground, clawing my fingers into it until I enveloped my knees to my chest, and wrapping my arms tightly around them.

"What have I done?" I said again, and then continued to repeat the same words over and over again.

I hadn't noticed the time that passed by. It felt like several hours were trailing throughout the day as I held onto myself against the floor of the camping site, lying next to the dead man. The tears that had pooled down the side of my face had damped my hair, causing the strands to clasp onto the side of my cheeks as I lifted my head. I let out a heavy moan as I looked over at the body, falling backwards before I had caught myself with my hands behind me.

I didn't want to be a murderer. This innocent man was dead because of me. Because I couldn't fight the monster. It was all my fault. I could feel the flakes of the contact lenses clinging underneath my bottom lids. I wiped my arm over my eyes to get rid of them. I pulled the flakes off my arm and crumbled them in between my fingers, flicking them away.

What I had just noticed now was the glow that was radiating over my body. I lifted my fingers against my cheeks noticing that they were now fuller, and not from the swelling of the tears that dried against them. Feeding kept my body looking healthier. Kept my skin from looking incredibly translucent and pale. I didn't think I looked unhealthy before, but the roundness of my cheeks was an indication of growing health. I gawked when I had noticed the dark pink that was filled under my nail beds. My nails were no longer jagged or ripped anymore. They perfectly were rounded and had some length to them.

I looked up at the sky, noticing the sun had moved further towards the west, but not enough to indicate that it was past three o'clock. I had missed almost half a day of school, and the students must be leaving their classes and on their way to the parking lot to go home by now.

I sighed, wiping the almost broken tears from my eyes again as I looked over at the dead body.

"I'm so sorry…" I said to him softly. "I just hope that you don't have a family that will mourn from losing you." I lifted myself up on my feet, dusting away the dirt and wet grass that clung to my jeans and shirt.

Two hundred yards away from where I had come from in the woods, I could hear the splintering of a branch breaking. I quickly hesitated, not knowing the cause of it. I pulled myself over towards my victim and stood up to wrap him into my embrace. I threw him onto my shoulders and dashed away into a fast run. Whatever was coming this way towards the campsite, I was sure I would be faster. I was sure I needed to find a new place to bury this body.

Closing in on me, I could hear the roaring water of a waterfall that would fall into a river that would separate the terrain, but what I hadn't known that what I would come across would be that there was a one hundred fifty foot drop down towards the river. I looked over at the waterfall that was nearby that was falling into it.

The speed of the sound was coming closer to me, a significant amount faster than I was. I had no clue as to why, but my instincts of evasion quickly kicked in. I had launched myself and the poor limp body laying across my shoulder into the water. I knew that whatever it was, was probably chasing me down by my scent. My talent of evasion quickly rippled over my skin, blocking whatever scent I had trailing from me.

I held the body against me, holding onto it still as I dived deeper into the river, and I continued swimming down it until my intuition knew I was no longer being chased.

As soon as I could, I swam over to the edge where the shore was. I dragged the body with me, walking grudgingly from the weight of the water that filled between the fibers of my clothes. I sighed looking at the backside of the body on my shoulder and continued to walk further into the woods. When I noticed a less jagged area of the woods where tree limbs and roots did not meet, I knew this would be the right spot to bury the body.

I didn't have a shovel with me, but I knew I could quickly dig into the ground with my bare hands, which I did. It didn't take too long, only about twenty minutes. I gently laid his body into the deep trench and made sure to glaze my fingers over his eyes to hold them shut. I sat down on the edge, dangling my feet. I sighed, looking up at the trees that were trapped by the fog. I knew I needed to quickly fill in the deep trench before whatever was following me before would find me. I stood up, kicking in the dirt and patted down the top layer.

"Goodbye," I said softly. "Safe travels."

I grabbed a few twigs and ripped a few fern branches and scattered them randomly over the dirt and walked away.

Charlie was going to be home in a few hours, so I had time to run back to the school to get my truck. I needed to go grocery shopping anyway.

The parking lot was empty as expected, except for a few cars of the teachers that were staying behind for a staff meeting after the first day back at school. I climbed in, pulling out of the parking lot and headed to the store. I was now over the fear of men attacking me after the fatal night where I had died. I knew I would easily be able to defend myself, so I walked inside. I was surprised that the pain in my throat no longer lingered. The energy I had stolen from the hiker earlier had satisfied the hunger that was at its peak before— for now.

I quickly glazed through the isles grabbing the basic necessities that not even Charlie had in his house. I made sure to supply more eggs since that was one of the items that help the most along with a new can of peanut butter and jars of jelly. Of course, I grabbed the normal breads, starches, veggies, meats and fruits then quickly walked my cart towards the check out to pay.

Charlie still wasn't home by that time which gave me another hour to put together a meal for him. The ingredients I had bought would go well with making chicken enchiladas for tonight, so I dived into the cabinets to pull out whatever I needed.

The scents of the dinner in the oven started to linger in the house by the time Charlie walked in the door, passing down the short hallway and into the kitchen, dropping his keys onto the counter.

"Bella?" he called, taking off his jacket and gun belt. "Are you cooking?"

"Yeah!" I shouted from upstairs in my room. I was diving into some homework from my first few classes of the day.

"Can you come down here, please?" I winced. He must have heard of my fiasco at school by now.

"Coming." I slowly pacing myself down the stairs. "I can explain."

"You're going to explain to me about leaving the school abruptly and just walking away into the woods?" His heads were placed on his hips with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes, I wasn't feeling well," I said softly, walking towards the oven to open it to check if dinner was done.

"So, you walked into the woods? We were looking for you, kid."

"You went looking for me?" I turned around surprised.

"Yes. That Mike Newton boy told the teacher that you ran past your truck in such a hurry and never saw you again. Can you explain that?"

"I'm sorry. I just needed fresh air. My stomach was turning all day," I lied. It was my throat burning away, needing to find its next victim.

He huffed, looking away from me and towards the oven. "Did you have a bad first day of school? Are the kids there being nice to you?"

"Yes, dad they're great. I promise. Just must have eaten bad eggs this morning or something. And first day jitters mixed in." I walked over towards the fridge, opening it to show the contents inside. "I got more… and other groceries, as well"

He grumbled, "Alright. I won't press the matter anymore. Just at least call me next time before I have a swat team looking for you."

"A swat team?" I asked, horrified by that. I knew that this would come up at school tomorrow and I wasn't prepared.

"No, not really. The Newton kid and one of the Cullen boys looked around for you. I went to the station to report you were missing, but by the time I came back and saw your truck gone, I knew you must have taken it and came back home." He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm just glad you're safe, Bells."

"I think dinner is ready, are you hungry? I made enchiladas." I smiled at him. He cocked his eyebrow looking at me. I knew he must have been worried that my cooking was bad like Renee's was. But what he didn't completely know was I have been the one in charge of cooking for Renee for a while now. I learned a thing or two about it.

I pulled them out of the oven and prepared two plates for him and I and we sat down together to eat.

After I had finished my plate, I went upstairs to take a shower and get put on my sweats and oversized t-shirt. I ran back downstairs to see Charlie was on the couch watching whatever he could find on the television.

"Hey dad?" I asked him. He turned his head from the television to look over at me.

"Yeah, Bells?"

"You said the Cullen boy was looking for me… did you happen to know what he looked like?" I asked him suspiciously. It bothered me that the name was the same one that Billy told me to stay away from. I had to make sure which one it was. If he had been a bad guy along with the rest of his family like Billy said, then I wouldn't understand why he helped look for me.

"Uh, he's very pale like the rest of his family. They all need to go to the beach or something and get some sun," he chuckled. "His name is Edward Cullen. Uh— kind of brown-ish blonde hair. Less muscular than the bunch of his brothers. The kid kind of seemed angry, too, that you went missing. Didn't get a chance to ask why before he went off looking for you. They're really good kids. They never give me trouble. His dad, Carlisle, is probably the best doctor we've ever had in Forks. Surprises me he would take a job here with his talents."

Edward. Edward was the name of the boy that sat next to me in biology. His breath that he exhaled so violently attacked my throat. I had no clue why he burned me worse than the other kids at school. He seemed like he notoriously hated me when I sat next to him, so why would he waste his time looking for me?

"Thanks, dad," I contemplated my next question. "Do you know where they live? So, I can thank him properly? I thought maybe I could make some muffins for his and Mike's family for helping you." I lied.

He told me the directions to his house that I mentally took a note of.

"You heading up to bed?" He glanced at my sweats and oversized t-shirt.

"Yeah, thanks. I'll see you in the morning," I smiled at him and ran up the stairs. I went back to the bathroom to comb my hair.

Why would he help look for me, I asked myself? Maybe he just felt bad for me running out of the classroom and was the only one sitting next to me to give a proper witness statement. But that just made no sense for why he would still help me. And what made him so much more alluring towards my hunger?

I had the directions of his house in my head and I planned to find out—tonight.

I climbed under the covers, turning my lamp off and laid on my side facing the window. I waited for Charlie to come upstairs and go to bed. He slowly opened my door to check up on me, and pulled it to a close, pausing at the creaking of it. He walked back to his room.

When I noticed he finally decided to go to bed and I could hear his loud snoring, I got up out of my bed, pulling off the oversized shirt and instead grabbed a thicker sweater and a jacket. I grabbed a pair of my old converse sneakers and slid them on.

I looked at the window before deciding to go downstairs. It was big enough for me to climb through and so I walked over towards it, pulling it open. It also made a loud creaking noise as the lever was a little rusted. I would need to put oil on that. I measured the distance from the height of the window from the ground since I was on the second story, but I knew that the jump wouldn't affect my new body.

I climbed through it, grabbing onto the tree limb that stood outside my window, swung myself and jumped onto the ground.

I began my run to search of his address.

A/N

Oh no, a cliffhanger! Sorry to do that to you. Just want to keep you guys on the edge of your seats. If you are, at least. I don't know if you are enjoying it as much as I am writing it. So please leave a review when you pass by this story! I would hopefully like to see at least 5 individual reviews on each chapter. So, leave your thoughts. What did you think about Bella's first day? Do you like that I changed it around a bit from the original story line? Having Bella be a succubus kind of frees me to change it around a lot since she's not just a human having to follow a regular normal routine. And wow, she had her first kill after 3 months! Let me know! (: