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APOV

Emmet carried me home. I could not stop myself from clinging to his body after Bella had pushed me away. Afraid of what I would do next if I had the chance. When we arrived at the safety of our own house, I let go of him and ran. Brushing past Esme, upstairs to my room and locked myself in there. Knowing Emmet would explain to Esme what had happened. I had no strength left to be confrontef with their anger or even worse pity.

In my mind, the vision of the crime scene, all the mess and damage I had done.. it haunted me and kept on repeating in my mind. I held on to it, fearing what other vision would come to me. Fearing a new vision I did not want to see, would come. Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I let the disaster of this afternoon rerun in my mind.

"Freak"

The words hit my sister like a slap in the face. I watched Bella disappear towards the parking lot. Her eyes hurt after being called a freak. To the girl who had so casually yelled the name at her, the word had held little meaning. For my sister who struggled each day to fit in, it had been the worst thing to be called.

Emmet followed her, pain in his eyes, blaming himself for creating this situation. Collecting our things, I was just about to follow them when the coach came walking up the steps.

"Ms Cullen?" Offering me his hand, as he asked for my name. I took it, placing my hand in his large palm. Allowing him to wrap his fingers around mine and gently shake it. " I'm Coach Masen."

Holding my breath, I stared at him. Up close and in person, he was so much better. My visions had not done him justice. He let go of my hand and smiled nervously at me.

"Would you happen to know where your brother went to?"

Looking around, he scanned the few groups of people. Emmet is in the parking lot with is my chance and in the blink of an eye I make my choice. "No. I'm sorry." The lie comes out with such ease, I even surprise myself. "Can I give him a message?" Stepping closer, I can feel the burn increase.

The man in front of me smiles down at me, looking at the dress I'm wearing with hungry eyes. "Actually, I wanted to ask if he could walk with me to the office. There are some papers he needs his parents to sign. Giving him permission to join the team."

Smiling at him, I manage to take a small breath of air. Filling my lungs with his scent. Inside of me the dormant monster comes to life. "Why don't I walk with you to the office and take the papers for Emmet?"

For a moment the coach is silent and I worry I've scared him in some way. At the same time, a small part of me wishes for him to say no. Please walk away... I know I can't because I'm hooked, his scent has completely lured me in. Like sweet nectar calling for a honey bee to come closer and take everything.

"That would work. Follow me."

Turning his back to me, the coach starts walking. I follow him, leaving all our things behind. When we reach the small wooden building at the other side of the field. The coach opens the door and steps inside. At the far end is his desk. I stay in the doorway, hesitating for a moment. There is still time to run, to leave and never come back.

My feet move back, one step at a time. When suddenly I can't, instead I jump forward and at the same time feel my senses go in overdrive. Slamming the door shut, I take the last two steps forward and jump on the desk. Kicking things out of my way in the progress.

Standing in front of me, holding the papers in one hand. Coach Masen is looking at me with wide eyes, sucking on his thumb. I grab his hand and pull his thumb out of his mouth. The cut is deep and the blood coming from the cut is impossible to resist. Losing my last control, Ivery slowly bring his thumb to my lips and lick. Curling my tongue around his finger, connecting my eyes with his as he moans softly. His heartbeat accelerates as he steps closer, placing on hand on my waist.

'You're a naughty little one aren't you'.

He smirks as he leans closer and I can hear the rush of his blood as he licks his lips. It should revolt me but it doesn't. In fact it draws me closer and without thinking I let go of his hand. Leaning forward I place my on his shoulder and place my mouth just below his collarbone, ripping through the fabric and straight into his warm flesh.

He screams as I tear away his clothes with my mouth. Ripping his skin apart in the progress. The moment I do, blood started oozing from his shouder.

I lean down, holding the struggling man in place with both hands. Digging the tips of my fingers into his flesh and clawing as he trashes underneath me. Slowly I lick his blood from the wound. My first time ever, drinking human blood.

It sends a current through my body, causing every fiber in my part to hum with excitement. Growling I throw my head back for a moment opening my mouth to go in for the kill. At that moment, I feel his hand at my neck. Slippery from his own blood. "Please stop."

The desperate plead would not have helped him, if it had been only that. But it wasn't. At the exact same moment a vivid vision hits me.

A young woman, her stomach swollen heavily. Obviously pregnant.
Leaning into her husband, placing his hand over hers.
"Did you feel that?" Tears of joy show in her eyes as her husband starts laughing.

"He's going to be a strong little man, just like his father."

Coach Masen, moves his hand to cup his pregnant wife's face. Leaning down he placed a soft tender kiss on her lips.
Brushing his nose along hers for a moment as they both sigh before he moves to her lips and deepens the kiss.
When they finish their kiss, he embraces her with a smile.

"Can we name him after my father?"
Coach Masen carefully asked his wife. She just looked up at him with a beaming smile.
"I think that would be nice. He would have really loved having a grandson."

The large man, gets on his knees.
And places both his hands on her round hips, placing his head just over her navel.

"I can't wait to see you, Edward."

Shocked I let go of him, falling backwards on the desk. The pain I felt at knowing, this man would father Bella's Edward. It is too much. My mind and body seem to pull apart as they fight each other for control.

My mind and heart one, reminding me that there is a family that will hurt for eternity if I can't control myself.

Kicking I try to move away further from the bleeding man in front of me, sending a pile of paper flying through the air. For a moment I think I've made it as Coach Masen just watches me, holding his shoulder as he struggles to breath.

But then he falls forward, his hand sliding from the wound. And lands close to me on the floor. He's right there and I can't resist.

Closing my eyes I whisper a last "I'm sorry' before reaching out and taking what I want most in the whole world. And inside me the monster that I never knew was there rejoices as at the same time my heart breaks in a thousand pieces. Knowing that I'm taking away my sisters chance at finally finding her loved one.

Emmet had taken me home after that, it was the last thing I remember. Bella had been there also, closing the door. How could I ever tell her the truth about my actions. Would she understand his blood had been too tempting to resist.

I had always told myself and my family that being a vampire was the greatest thing that had ever happened to me. Staring at my reflection, the perfect creature that was me, frowned back with a disgusted look on her face. Her eyes still a liquid golden brown, not effected by the human blood I had drank this afternoon.

My full lips, pulled down in a grimace as I grab a handful of my beautiful long black hair. From the day I knew, I would be turned into a vampire. I had let it grow long, knowing that once I would be turned, it would grow no longer.

My long hair, helped disguise my true nature. It made me look younger, sweet and innocent. For the first time in my life, that was not how I felt. Shame washed over me as I knew that, after todays action, I had lost my innocence.
Angry I smash my fist into the mirror, shattering my reflection.

I could no longer stand looking at her and turn away. Noticing the scissors that are on the corner of the sink. I can feel my lips curl down in a disgusted smile as I pick them up.

Downstairs I can hear Emmet talking to Esme. They will soon come check up on me. Locking the door of my bathroom, I take one last look at my broken reflection.

Then I lift the scissors, and cut.

Hacking away the last of innocence, just like I deserve.

A/N Thank you all for the warm welcome. I was surprised by how many people visited this story and also my other stories. Great to know that there are so many people still enjoying Twilight FanFiction!