Disclaimer:

Me: This has stopped being fun now, I don't own Twilight or any of the characters associated with it.

Edward: Do you really have to do this every time, I'm telling my life's story.

Me: Yes, Stephanie Meyer created you, so I have to be fair to her.

I went to the forest where I'd first hunted, I stopped at a point and sniffed the air. I extended my hearing and heard a steady heartbeat. The wind changed direction, and I smelt the deer. I had never had a herbivore before. I knew certainly, that it didn't smell nearly as appetising as the carnivores had, and nowhere near a human, but it would help me keep the burning at bay. The burning didn't take over anymore. My new-born days were long gone, and I felt the guilt of destroying so many people's lives.

I could think and be a real person. I wasn't the cruel creature of the night I had been, I was a person, I could make decisions and wasn't completely controlled by thirst. I think that making that decision, to be vegetarian, helped me so much. But I felt a guilt so strong it threatened to drown me, and I couldn't find Carlisle, the one person who could help me, pull me out of that pit.

I stood there and wished I could cry. I had all this feeling and there was no way to let it out. I went back to the house and sat in front of the old piano that was upstairs. I sat there expecting the tears that could have eased my guilt, and lay my hands onto the piano. A sweet drawn out note stretched out it's fingers and pulled me into it. It seemed so well to express my emotions that I began to play. My playing was by no means good but I continued playing anyway. It seemed to know how I felt and feel it with me. That was when I first started to play the piano. The next day I hunted, and as I drank I remembered yet again the lives and thoughts of those I killed, and I returned to play the piano. Looking back, my playing then was really awful, but at the time it was something magical that eased the guilt and soothed me.

As I played I began to think about my soul. I thought and thought, until I came to a conclusion that shattered the bubble that I formed around myself every time I started to play. I had no soul, how else could I have done those awful things? I was damned to hell and I couldn't ever be saved. The reality and truth of the thought dawned on me, and if I could have cried, I would have and never would have stopped. I felt so alone in the world and I suddenly yearned to see Carlisle again, but I had no idea where he could be. For a brief moment I considered changing someone, just so I didn't have to be alone, but I couldn't doom someone to the same fate as me.

I sat and listened to all of the sounds around me, and then I heard voices.

"Okay, this is the place, I'll show you around inside, I'm sure you'd be very happy here."

It hit me, the house was being sold, I had to get away, but I had no where to go. I grabbed the piano and launched myself with it, out of the largest window. I set it down gently and walked around to the other side of the house. I walked up to the estate agent, who jumped back in shock.

"Excuse me, would you happen to know where a Mr. Carlisle Cullen is? I thought he lived here."

"Not really, I heard he moved up to somewhere in Wisconsin, why did you want to see him?"

"I know he's such a great doctor, and my sister is dangerously ill."

"I'm sorry to hear that, I can't tell you any more, I'm afraid."

"Okay, I'll have to settle for second best."

I'd heard enough. The estate agent knew where he was, but didn't tell me, I'd read his thoughts though, he didn't expect that.

I started running, with the piano on my back, I kept going to Madison. I would check every hospital there was, and I felt happy that I would finally be able to live a good life. I ran so fast that I would've been no more than a blur to anyone I passed.

When I arrived at Madison, I stopped. Whilst I was running I hadn't thought about whether Carlisle would accept me, I didn't know him at all. I didn't know what to do. I put the piano somewhere out of sight and went into the city.

Author's note;
Yeah, I know, I'm doing short chapters, but I find it so much easier than doing long ones. Besides, it's my first fan fic. =) Don't forget to review.