Parasite

Your blood runs in my veins

Illusion of power

Poetic

Mystery

Poison sleep waits for

You at the end of this illuminated tunnel

So many bodies piled on these stones

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Ch2

"Wait!" Rosalie said, at a decibel level that only vampires could hear. "What's your diet?"

Again, at a decibel level that only vampires could here, I said, "Um…blood?" I wondered why they had asked such a silly question.

"No, I mean, what kind? Do you drink from animals?" Rosalie asked.

"Animals?" I asked, a little bit shocked. "That's even possible?"

"Of course it's possible," Rosalie says, sounding disgusted. I could feel her disgust.

Animals. Of course. Why hadn't I thought of this before? 'Probably because you were too preoccupied with your brother and your self-hatred,' a voice inside my head told me.

"Don't worry," I say. "I can change."

"Do you want to?" Alice asks

"Of course!" I said. I hate being a monster. I already know how to control my bloodlust – just because I drink from humans doesn't mean I don't know how to stop myself. Like I said, I have starved myself before. I figured out that, even after going almost six months without feeding, I could never die. It was agony, of course, but it was agony I deserved simply for being the despicable thing that I am.

"Alright then," Alice says. "It's settled. You're staying with us."

None of us noticed the green-eyed boy staring at our table with such a blinding intensity. No one, of course, except for Alice. She could see the future. Some secrets stay buried, for a certain amount of time, and cannot be awoken. It would have been futile, to try to decipher the paralyzed sparkle in Alice Cullen's golden eyes. What the future held, would come to pass, all in good time.

Next period is biology. When I arrive in the classroom, the only empty seat was next to a green-eyed boy with bronze hair. His scent is the most delicious thing I have ever smelt, but something tells me to resist. There is something about him, besides his scent, that I find fascinating. I cannot exactly put a finger on it. I am afraid of the invisible lines that my unconscious seems to be pushing me towards. One part of me is determining the best way to kill this beautiful…wait, did I just think 'beautiful'?...boy, while the other part is…I don't know. Mesmerized, trapped. I remind myself of everything that went wrong years and years ago. I remind myself of Zack and I instantly remember that before I fell in love with him, when Zack first kissed me, I thought the idea was crazy. Now here I am. Here I am and what the hell am I thinking? I just met this boy.

My body goes rigid and I shift as far away from him as possible. Partly, it's because I don't want to kill anymore humans than I have to. And I don't have to kill humans anymore. His scent is mouthwatering. I have to control myself. I have to…

But even that is not the main reason. I can't let anyone else inside the walls I built around my dead, motionless heart after Zack died…after I killed Zack. After my dad attempted to murder me. To be hurt again, to feel the agonizing pain tear my heart in shreds…to feel such a pain for an eternity and more…the thought is unbearable. I haven't healed yet. Every day I pray that at least Zack is in heaven. But no, twincest…plain incest…is the blackest of all sins…NO, what we felt was pure, I cannot, I REFUSE, to believe that it was not destiny, that we were not bound together as one, but then…everything collapsed. No. I cannot believe that what Zack and I did was wrong. Even if it wasn't destiny, even if he was my lover and not my soul mate, Zack never hurt a fly. Zack is in heaven right now; of that fact, I am absolutely certain.

I am destined to be with Zack. Zack is dead. Therefore, I am destined to be alone forever. I glare at the boy. The teacher called on him; I find out that his name is Edward. I glare at Edward. I want to kill him; I want to drink his luscious blood; but also I want to kiss him. I feel so guilty that I could ever think about kissing anyone other than Zack. I hate myself. This Edward person will be the death of me. But no, I can never die. I will be the death of him. (No pun intended).

"Do you hate me?" Edward asks.

I stare into his green eyes. How can a mere human dazzle me like that? How is this possible?

"Yes," I say, but my voice said otherwise.

The bell rings. I run out of my seat as fast as I can. Well, not as fast as I can, but as fast as humanly possible.

Once school lets out, I go to the front office to try to switch my schedule around so I don't have biology with Edward, but the attempt is futile. I am stuck.

"Fine. I guess I'll just have to endure it," I say as I stomp out of the front office. Just as Edward is entering the office. What a coincidence.

Oh, fate. Kill me now.

To Be Continued…

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