Disclaimer:

Me: Okay, yet again, I do not own Twilight or any of the associated characters. This is purely fan made.

Edward: Okay, you don't own me then, obviously, so how come I agreed to write this fan fiction?

Me: I wanted you to, and since you're fictional you have to obey the story line.

Edward: .....

I sat down, though I really didn't need to, and watched Carlisle. I gathered my thoughts. I was glad I couldn't read his mind right then, It seems I could only do so when people were looking at me, or I intended to. I knew how hard it was for him to change me, and he had done it for my mother. I had to fight to keep the burn in my throat from taking over, and to keep back the growls intended for Carlisle. Every now and then one would escape my lips, but he seemed unfazed. I looked at him, and had no idea how he could stop himself from growling, or letting the burn rise to consume him. I felt like attacking him there and then, out of jealousy and spite. I growled again, a deep rumble that was an instant warning to him. He looked at me and I calmed down.

"I'm leaving. I hate this diet, and with my gift I don't have to kill any innocent humans."

"What?"

"I said, I won't live like this anymore! Yeah I've only been a vampire one day, but I need human blood."

"What will you eat then?"

"Humans, but only the bad ones." A growl of hunger escaped my lips.

He looked at me and from his thoughts I could tell he was so hurt by that, he looked away from me. I walked towards the door and he barred my way. I growled, this time not holding back, I was going, and he couldn't do anything about it, he knew I was stronger than him, and could read his mind.

He stepped aside, and I ran as fast as the wind towards the town. I felt glad that I could finally feed properly. The second I reached the town I was hit by a thick cloud of the most delicious scent I'd ever smelt. I felt the venom fill my mouth and I growled again. The scent was so thick, I couldn't follow one particular trail, which helped me, in the midst of all that smell I didn't follow one scent to a possibly innocent human. I stopped breathing and walked into the town. I can't remember what the name of the place was, but it was full of crime and murder. I walked through dark alleys, and saw a dangerous looking man standing there. I concentrated on his mind, and it made me sick. I knew I'd found my first proper meal.

In his head were the brutal things he'd done to women, and those he was planing to do. Rape, assault, murder. I hated him immediately. and relished in what he would suffer. In the blink of an eye I was in front of him. I tried not to notice that his was my meal as I spoke to him. I wanted him to be afraid first.

"You sicken me, I know what you've done, and it sickens me. You deserve to die." I growled, it took a lot of effort to speak to him, whilst thirsting for his blood so much. I let my instincts take over then, and I heard his gasping and yelps of fear as his life's blood left him. After I'd finished, I felt satisfied, more so than with the bear. Much more. I looked down at his broken body, and hated him more. I picked him up and ran out of the town to dump his body in the river.

It was 1918, and a time where it was all to easy to find people who'd committed atrocities. War was a terrible thing and there were many things people did to others that most of you can't imagine, some people took delight in seeing others suffer. Others did it because it was expected of them, an felt guilty since the war had ended. The people who felt guilty, I left alone, and those who still justified what they'd done, I killed, it was simple to pick out one from the other and choose who I killed. At the time I didn't notice the hypocrisy of my actions. I was taking delight in making people suffer, the very think I killed them for.

Back then, my actions felt fair, like I was ridding the world of some plague, I didn't bother to question myself. I went a few years like this, and travelled from place to place. It wasn't hard, and after the first year I had learnt to control my instincts quite well, and I could go to bars and places to enjoy life. It wasn't all about feeding. after a while life got a little boring, and I decided to spend my spare time honing my mind reading abilities.

After a time it was so strong that I could read the minds of everyone within the vicinity, but I couldn't cut it off any more. I began hearing people's last thoughts before death took them, thoughts of their families an lives, the things they'd never done...

I started to feel guilty as I watched their lives vanish one by one. All that took up just five years of my life. Then it was over. I had a 'final meal' then I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't stand the way I had to hear people's last thoughts as I drained them of life. I decided to go back to Carlisle's way. I returned to his house, but it was empty, I didn't think I had the strength to give up humans by myself. I didn't know what to do.

Author's Note
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