Just a drabble, hope you enjoy. Please review, even if it's to tell me this is horrible.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
He looked in the mirror. All he could see was the perfect features that marked him as a predator. The symmetrical face, rock hard skin, eyes like rubies… everything that set him apart from others. He didn't want to be different, he didn't want to kill, but he had to. It's what he was made for- to hunt and to kill. The perfect predator.
The extraordinary senses all enhanced. Sight, smell, touch, all intensified for one reason- to kill. He didn't have a choice in the matter. His life was taken from him, leaving him in this existence. Nothing mattered anymore, we wasn't human. He didn't have emotions. He was the perfect predator.
The mind reading didn't even bother him anymore. He tuned out the voices when he killed. It made it easier not to think, not to feel. He was numb. He killed for emotion, the rush it gave. He was the perfect predator.
Before the kill, his victims would think one word that left him paralyzed, if only for a moment. He couldn't block it out as much as he tried- Angel. They thought he was an angel. Angel of death, angel of destruction, he didn't know- but to them, he was an angel. Perhaps he was. The angel of killing, the angel of cruel beauty, the angel of his own hell. Lucifer's angel. The perfect predator.
He took one last look at his reflection, trying to find flaws in his appearance. He couldn't find one. He punched the mirror, hard. It shattered into thousands of tiny pieces, falling onto the ground. He looked at his fist- no blood. Nothing to show the damage he'd just caused. Nothing that could hurt him. Nothing that caused him pain. The perfect predator.
He walked out of the small room, going back to what he was good at. Going back to being the perfect predator.