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Written by me, edited by DJDanbogansta.

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Guilt Assassin – Muse

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I stared blankly at the water that was currently rippling and making small whooshing noises as the bitter wind whipped the water and my jacket about.

I put a long, pale steady hand onto my hat to keep it from blowing away. My mind for once was actually empty. It was the dead of the night as most people were sleeping, or already in the safety of their home.

Good thing to.

For who knew what type of predators lurked the shadows. What was threatening the citizens of Venice at this very second. What made them want to flee at the very sight and the news of the man who was killing people and stealing valuables.

No one knew where he lived, for he moved all over Europe. There were posters all over the place, and the police were doing a poor and pitiful job of tracking him.

They currently thought he was in Spain; how wrong they were.

I glanced down from the rooftop of the four-storey building that I was currently crouching down atop. With my peripheral vision, I was able to see the red eyes glaring back at myself.

I scowled at myself and threw a lose pebble from the gutter into the water at lightening speed. It hit the water with such a resounding splash; I could hear it echoing all across the water and then gradually get fainter as it went across the ocean.

My head whipped around behind me as I heard someone walking across the brick pathway behind the building. From the direction that they were walking in, I concluded that they would eventually make their way to the bridge that was about 100 metres away from me.

I closed my eyes inhaled deeply. I could smell the different aromas that wafted through the air, causing my ruby eyes to darken every so slightly. I smelt the perfumes that women wore, the ale that the drunken men were drinking at this late hour while they tried to woe the women.

I pinpointed out the smell of the man that was currently now walking onto the bridge. A strong smell of whiskey and some men's cologne…

I let my mind reading abilities come into play as the man started singing aloud.

"Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole!"

I need to find another women, in this alleyway, maybe a drunken one at that…

"N'aria serena doppo na tempesta!"

Any women lurking about in the shadows?

Oh, there's a lot lurking the shadows.

I sneered to myself as I leaped off the building, my jacket billowing open, and my hand went back onto my hat to keep it in place. It took only a mere second before I landed gracefully behind the man on the bridge.

My boots barely made a sound and the drunken man did not notice me behind him.

I straightened out my hat and fluffed out my jacket before rolling up my sleeves; I wouldn't want to ruin such a nice coat.

I walked over to the man, careful to keep myself in the shadows that the pillars of the bridge created.

The man continued to sing on, without a care in world…he didn't know what was coming for him.

"Pe' ll'aria fresca pare già na festa..."

I had to keep myself in check before I would burst aloud laughing at the poor man. His smell wasn't particularly appetizing, but I did not usually go for the smell.

It was the mind and the thoughts that would capture my attention. The most ignorant of men would die a painful death. The ones who willed harm to people, and gave the harm had to be punished.

What better way for me to get my fun, and for the world to be rid of the man who created havoc?

The man in front of me had finally heard my boots thudding across the pavement as I put more pressure on my feet; I wanted him to hear me.

He turned around to face me, and abruptly stopped singing.

Who is this?

The man grunted, before turning back around and quickening his pace. I smirked, and pulled my hat down to hide my eyes. He could see them later…

I took longer strides until I was almost beside the man, and he didn't even know it. He gasped and stopped walking; beginning to backing up, away from me. I walked forward until I was towering over him.

The man started whimpering, and I almost scowled in dissatisfaction. If a man was afraid of another man, well another being, he was not a man at all.

"What have you done to innocent women?" I demanded of him.

Images and impure thoughts raced through his mind at the mention of women and what he had done to them.

I turned my head away in disgust as I closed my eyes and tried to block the thoughts out; I despised men like this.

I faced the man, Tiziano, as I recalled everything I had learned about him in the past few days.

His full name was Tiziano Delinagra and he was 20 years old. He currently resided with his wife, Eleanor, and five children. He was a young man to have such a large family, but then again, it didn't surprise me.

He gambled and drank almost every night, and he had probably sired at least five other children, leaving the poor women alone to raise their child by themselves. A one night stand, as Tiziano would call it.

I curled my lip at him, a growl low in my throat.

What the-

Tiziano tried to shout; but before he could I slapped my hand across his mouth, ripping his head to the side to make way for my teeth. My teeth sank deep into the flesh at his throat. His blood rushed across my teeth, and down my throat, satisfying the insatiable thirst that would never cease to quench during my existence.

The venom didn't even form within my mouth as I finished off this man who was struggling and screaming into my hand. He was too disgusting and he needed to be disposed of.

When I was done draining him, I wiped my mouth dry and launched the man into the river beneath my feet. I then walked away off the bridge and into the cover of the shadows.

It wasn't a minute later before heard the screams of a woman. She was shrieking about the dead body that was now floating down the river. A couple of men started shouting; enough to wake up the whole block.

I walked down the deserted alleyway and made my way back to the hotel that I was staying at. I wouldn't last much longer here in this city. I had already disposed of a number of people here.

Once I made it back to the hotel, 'di Fabbro', I took the key out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. It was a good thing the man at the desk had already left for the night. It was hard to get by without my red eyes being seen.

Since there was no one around, I ran up the stairs at my normal vampire speed and made it into my room in 5 seconds. I took off my jacket, boots and hat and lay down on the bed.

It was frustrating not being able to sleep during the night. There was basically nothing else for me to do. I could hear and see the dreams that people where having in the rooms adjacent to mine. Some of them were vivid, while others were quiet and peaceful.

If only life was like that again, then there would be no problems.

I truly hated my existence, and most of the time I regretted being a vampire. When my creator, Carlisle Cullen, had created me he had done it out of desperation. He didn't know what he was doing because he had been so alone for such a long time.

I had been dieing of the Spanish Influenza back in Chicago. My parents had already died, and my mother begged Carlisle to save me, somehow. Little did she know saving me had a whole different meaning. Carlisle had done the only thing that would save me.

Turning me into a vampire.

Carlisle had wanted another companion with him, and he had created me and introduced me to the diet that he lived off of. He would not hurt humans and therefore fed off of animals. He was somehow able to be a doctor, and was practically immune to the smell of blood.

I complied, and said that I would live with him, using his ways. Carlisle had given me the choice of living off of humans, or animals. I felt too guilty to live off of humans, and I didn't want to be monster.

And look now…here I was.

I sighed in frustration at what I had now become. I was an even bigger monster than before. I was able to live with Carlisle for 3 years before Esme came into our lives. I had developed a power, as Carlisle had put. A well-developed human trait that I carried onto this life with me: I was able to read minds.

This is how I was a monster; I could easily pinpoint the bad people around me and stalk them.

Esme was a wonderful woman, who was always so caring and thoughtful. It made my dead heart clenched at the though of both her and Carlisle.

I wondered where they possibly were now, if they were alone, or if any other vampires had joined them.

After 6 years of living together as a family, and attending school to make it seem more like a natural family, I rebelled.

I was sick of living this life, sick of having to practically starve to death, and not be able to embrace my vampirism. I left Carlisle and Esme in search of something.

Perhaps hope.

No, there was no hope for someone like me. I was bound to live this life forever. Being tortured by the guilt I felt every time I killed a human. The only good thing was that I did not kill random, innocent people.

I would track those who would harm others. I rarely fed off of women, which was something I couldn't bring myself to do. It was mostly men that I would go after.

I stayed around in the United States and had lived in different various places. For about 4 years I lived there, taking the lives of humans.

When the cities and countries started to notice people being murdered, it was time to leave. Carlisle and Esme would welcome me back anytime with open arms, but I wasn't ready to go back yet. I wasn't ready to be the good vampire I once was. I didn't know what was wrong with me; I had to be insane.

So I went to Europe. I had been going all over the place for about a year now, and it didn't take long for the countries to notice me killing their citizens. How the police knew it was I killing the people and stealing valuable items for money, I had no idea.

I had been pretty careful with the people I killed, and the items I had taken. I took only what I needed, only the things that would give me enough money to stay at a hotel. It must have been the one hotel in Spain that sold me out…

The man at the front desk was very suspicious of me, and I was able to just make it out of there before the police came charging into the room I had been in.

I was now in Venice, Italy, and I probably shouldn't be here.

There is a coven of vampires in Italy, The Volturi, who basically rule the vampire world. They have specific rules to make sure the human race does not find out about vampires existing among the lives of every day people.

The attention that was now directed towards me would cause uproar for The Volturi. They would send someone to tell me to behave and be more inconspicuous about whom I killed.

I estimated that I could only spend a few more days here in this city. There was nothing in this city that really interested me, except for the reading and the music.

I could find books to read and music to listen too until I found another human that was not innocent.

I looked about the plain room. I could probably afford a better-looking room, but I didn't want to bring any unwanted attention towards me.

Women would come up to me, seeking my attention, and the men would appreciate me and think I was a man who could buy everything. That's how it always was in these cities.

Either you were wealthy, or you were poor.

I could feel my eyes becoming dark once again as the guilt consumed me. Every time I would hunt, the guilt would wash over me in tidal waves, causing me to stay in the same position for almost a week. You could call it a guilt coma, perhaps.

I don't know why I wouldn't go back to Carlisle and Esme. Perhaps I was too ashamed, and I didn't want to face them just yet?

Or, I actually liked this life.

That's a lie.

I hated this life, and I didn't understand how other vampires were able to sustain this way. The vampires had no guilt, and they sometimes even had fun killing their prey.

I lay there for at least 5 days. I listened to the people around me, and when someone would have an accident, and cut themselves, it took all my strength not to go flying through the door.

An open wound was most deadly to me. Lately, I had been practicing my self-control against flying through the door to get to the blood.

So far, I had been a failure.

Just like everything else right?

My name is Edward Cullen, and I am a thief and a murder.

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Lyrics for the song O Sole Mio:

What a wonderful thing a sunny day
The serene air after a thunderstorm
The fresh air, and a party is already going on…

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