Author's Note: Here's chapter two. This one is slightly longer than the last, but chapters two and three are when they start getting noticeably longer. I hope you enjoy reading this, and, if you do read this (which you clearly are), please review. I don't think I could thank you enough. (Well...)

Disclaimer: I forgot to say this last chapter... To my dismay, I do not own anything Twilight related. All that goes to Stephenie Meyer. Ex: Edward Cullen (although, my mind has different ideas about that), Carlisle, etc. I did, however, create Edward's victims and the other things un-recognizable.

Five People Edward Cullen Has Killed: Chapter Two: Carl Brandenburg

Once again through my time of rebellion, I was burning of thirst, craving the very delicacy of human blood. The strength it gave me! I became absorbed in that strength and along with that obsession made my need for human blood more... crucial and much more often; no longer could I go weeks without hunting.

I was roaming the streets of the prematurely polluted city of Boston at the time, looking for another low life.

I suppose I didn't know it then, but subconsciously, I refused to feed on anyone innocent as my only way of pushing the guilt aside--the guilt of failing my father, Carlisle, of cheating, and of ending a human's life.

So I fed on criminals, wretched men who did rotten things without a single feeling of regret, instead getting off on their actions. Monsters.

And Carl Brandenburg was the perfect prey. His crime was the epitome of what I searched for.

I had heard through other men's thoughts that some animal of a person raped and beat his seven year old daughter. Seven years old. Once helpless and innocent, now scarred and corrupted, forced into a maturity and emotional process that no little child should have to go through.

And he ran away. The police were searching for him.

Unfortunately for him, I found him before the cops did. He didn't even stand a chance.

He was hiding out in some unsanitary hell hole of an apartment complex where the landlord turned a blind eye to criminals and whores.

Inconspicuously, I entered his room through the third story window. That alone scared him half to death. His heart's beating rate shot through the roof; one of the fastest heartbeats I had ever heard. I could see the heart's effect on the speed of the blood pumping through his veins. The veins I could easily spot through his skin, one of those vampire abilities.

"Ha." I chuckled under my breath, low enough so he couldn't quite hear.

"Who--What--?" The words overflowed from his mouth, his voice trembling in fear. He was one of my only victims that had enough time to speak.

Like the last piece of filth I rid the world of, I took him by the throat and threw him against a wall. Before he had the time to blink, I lunged at his throat, injecting my venom into his circulatory system. I watched him struggle for what seemed like a long while to him, feeling nothing short of triumphant. The pain inflicted by the venom wasn't taking long to cultivate; he was suffering almost immediately from it, his body experiencing convulsions of pain that no man would have thought possible. I didn't doubt that he was starting to burn, burn like I had thrown him into the fiery pits of hell--but even that might not cover the burning that consumed him in that short while.

I let a few pulses of blood spill over onto the floor for him to see before I indulged in it myself. The fire in the pit of my throat was greatly satisfied in the moment, a sort of frenzy beginning. I watched with pride as his body turned lifeless, pale. I let out an involuntary growl of satisfaction.

I leaped out the window, strength igniting my long dormant veins.