Part II: Edward
Mr. Molina the science teacher slid a hand through his greasy, black hair and wheezed, "Everyone, this is Edward Cullen. All the way from Iowa I hear!"
"Arizona," he mumbled through his full lips.
Ah, he speaks. What an incredible voice. Masculine with a touch of melody and did I detect, sorrow? Well, this is troubling. Why can't I read his thoughts?
"Right. Arizona! Phoenix. I remember it well. The sun, the terracotta sand...anyway, right. Edward, you can take a seat near um..." Molina searched the room beneath his clouded bifocals.
Please not here. It was unbearable. His smell was overwhelmingly intoxicating enough from where he stood . I grabbed the sides of my desk until my knuckles burned several shades lighter than my already ivory skin. I read Molina's decision seconds before he announced it. Crap.
"Near Bella! There seems to be an extra spot next to her! Get going and we can get on with today's lesson," Molina beamed.
Edward wandered wearily towards the rear of the room and was trying his best to make our eyes meet once more, I sensed it. I fought to keep my sights down towards the stained, mahogany desk top and moved my purse aside so the bane of my existence could be seated only a few inches away. The closer he got, the more I could not bear it. Until finally, he came.
"Hi, I'm Edward." He placed his backpack carefully on the desk and got out a pen and notebook.
The burning was insatiable. My throat was on fire. I could feel my skin tighten and my strength dissipate in his presence.
"Guess we're going to be lab partners. What's your name?" He smiled warmly and offered his hand. The pedestal fan that stood to my right, oscillated towards where Edward and I sat. The breeze grazed his hair only slightly and his scent radiated directly onto my face.
I had never wanted to kill someone so much. My family and I had struggled for so many years to maintain our human appearance and salvage what was left of our humanity. We fed only on animal blood, a system Carlisle had taught us. It was nothing compared to genuine, human blood, but we managed for the sake of our souls and the Quileute treaty. I could not let one human destroy so many lives. This Edward. This mortal who had somehow managed to take hold of my life by simply existing. I ached to feed. I had to go.
I raise my hand while keeping another over my nose and mouth. I feel the unrelenting hunger creep quickly over my body and my irises turning crimson. A state of no control and blood lust. The same feeling I had when I was about to sink my fangs into a kill, intensified a hundred fold.
