i'm sick and bored and may be hallucinating. happy st. patrick's day! well, this was SUPPOSED to go up on the irish day...
i own naught.

i'm going to but this EPOV.

Jasper was driving us in my Volvo, I didn't normally let other people drive my car but I was not letting Emmett drive if hell froze over. Carlisle and Esme were in the G35 Sedan because as wise as we are, Esme continues to be the only one of us to be able to drive a stick-shift. We had finished driving for the day but we had yet to reach Alaska. We stopped in Prince Rupert, British Columbia to rest the night and get Bella a descent meal.

We had stopped in a quaint little hotel, bed and breakfast type of place. Bella had long since fallen asleep on my shoulder and was muttering to herself for the past hour. I couldn't blame her, it had been a long day.

Emmett and Jasper were still refusing to talk to each other just for the sake of having a fight. We didn't have very interesting lives. Alice predicted they would be over it by morning and then started going on about a trip to Ireland after this one worked out. You were never bored around Alice.

We rolled to a stop and I felt Bella stir.

"Good morning love," I said. "You have to wake up."

"Five more minutes," she begged, shifting further into me. "Not yet morning."

"BELLA!!!" Emmett came bounding down the stairs of the motel. "WAKEY WAKEY EGGS AND BACCY!!!"

"Stop your inaccurate references to bacon and go away," she said trying to stand up but I wasn't going to let her. She grimaced and looked at me with the puppy-dog eyes. "Edward, I am your future wife. Yes or no?"

"Of course darling, what kind of question is that?"

"Well if you love me you'll put me down," she challenged.

"Ah...I thought you would make that point," I smiled down at her.

"Oh no. You're smiling. Why are you smiling? Smiling isn't good in this situation Edward!" she sounded like a mother schooling a young child.

"One day you'll see that I do everything I do for your protection," I wasn't letting her down and when she realized this she pouted. Bella opened her mouth in protest but I quieted her. "You will thank me."

"Yeah, maybe you'll trip," Emmett never wavered from my side. "And then we have to act like we're Canadian when we take you to the hospital." He adopted a poor Canadian accent. "Hello mate!"

"Edward, if you aren't going to put me down walk faster."

Janurary

I don't know what day it is anymore, I haven't really since I left Carlisle and Esme. It probably isn't even January but I can tell winter is here and the frost that is left over the city is far from the Chicago of my memory. I remember the Chicago of my day be so much different, this city is a cold place of crime and the unforgiven.

I cannot say that I'm not enjoying myself. I refused to take any of Carlisle's money when I left, all I had were to clothes on my back. By day I work as a cashier in a little Jewish grocery store on the corner. Not very many costumers but I have enough time to be left to my thoughts and the pay is enough for a small room in a crummy hotel. By night I roam the streets.

When I first arrived I expected myself to have a certain amount of control. The first few accidents I felt ashamed of but now I don't even bother. I'll walk these streets waiting for the vermin of the city to take up their nightly activities. The moment I hear them corner a young women in an alley I follow. It is hard to describe the feeling I get when I kill them. Those men are the bane of my existence but their blood is what keeps me living. Ah, when their neck snaps and their pitiful voices of protest disappear is a sound sweeter than my best piece on the piano. It means I can enjoy the most delicious taste of their blood before disposing of their bodies.

Their possessions (keys, watches, and coats among the abundant) I can sell for a little extra profit. Though it is not the money that I care about. It is the fact that one less of them is on the streets and that my eyes shine red once more.

~Edward

"That is one seriously messed up dude," I told mike handing him back the journal. Ugh, I had a date with Lauren after this. How was I supposed to stay focused with the idea that Cullen is a murderer floating around my head? Well, that's a mood-killer.

"When do you think this happened?" Eric asked. "I mean, the Cullens, Edward anyway, wasn't even old enough to drive when he moved here. How do the police expect a fifteen year old to commit murder?"

"Who cares?" I shouted. "The guy followed rapists into alleys and killed them before drinking their blood! He sounds like a nut-job wannabe vampire!"

"What do you think we should do?" asked Mike. This had gotten a hell of a lot more complicated when Cullen started talking about the people he killed. "Do you think we have to go to the police?"

Eric grabbed the book and read:

Today Caius took me around Volterra. I like it there but I believe I would be quite bored if I were to ever forced to live in the Italian city. Though I am not one for the night-club scene Caius persuaded me. To see such people, the vitality nearly poured off them! And the things they threw it away for.

I witnessed in grim delight him take the owner of the club and drain him of his blood in front of his children. It was surprisingly easy to watch, the man was vile and was fortunate the Caius ended it with a cut of the throat. Caius meant to kill the rest of his family but I talked him out of it. I simply wanted to do it myself.

There are very few rules we have here in Italy
1. always be early when it has to do with money
2. if you try to screw us over we'll end your bloodline.
3. i'm always willing to enforce rules 1 and 2 personally.

-Edward

"I think we should go to the police," Eric said and I nodded.

"Wait!" Mike stopped me from dialing Chief Swan's number. "The Cullen's are pretty well off, right?"

"That better be retorical," I muttered. "You can seriously be suggesting that we blackmail them with this? I mean, Edward's a killer! He deserves justice."

"But they'll easily be able to pay off the police," he said like it were obvious. "Look Ty, not only do the Cullens have a boatload of money, Edward has Bella who he could easily use to get Chief Swan to 'lose' the evidence without even telling her. Does that sound like justice to you?"

I shook my head. "What do you have planned Newton?"

"I suggest we tell everyone about it!" Mike stood up triumphantly. "What easier way is there? I mean, we tell everyone in Forks, Edward can't get rid of all of us, right?"

"Going by the book he's certainly murdered a lot of people before," Eric flipped through the pages. "You know, this is a pretty old book..."

"So we tell everyone?" I asked Mike, this didn't sound like too good of an idea. "But what if they make the book seem like it's just a story or something. Cullen could say that he was just writing a book or something and we have no proof. Then what Newton?"

"I guess we just have to look for more stuff around the house," he said and I shook my head. "Cullen deserves what's coming to him but I'm not getting involved in this without some cold hard proof."

"Listen to this!" Eric shoved the book at me but turned it around and started to read aloud:

"I've gone back to Carlisle. I didn't really have a choice in the matter for our coven has grown, now instead of just Rosalie there is a small energetic child and her tall mate. I don't remember their names but the girl reminds me very much of Alice. She says we'll be friends but I doubt it. She's quite annoying and found me, what more reason do I need. Now she forced me back into the family, cheeky little bloodsucker.

They all know, of course. Rose sympathizes a bit, I had to do what I had to do, just as she did when she killed those 7 or 9 men. She won't say it out loud but she thinks I have no one to blame for death so I took it out on everyone around me. She isn't near correct for I would do it again and again if given the chance. Carlisle is now in charge of me, he's forever in the same room. I have no privacy.

Rose is downstairs arguing. I see she back to her old ways. But this thirst that remains is unbearable. I want to either rip out my own throat or just tackle Carlisle and make a break for it, killing the first human I encounter. But I would never do such a thing and he knows that. I would never be able to lay a hand on Carlisle, for now I can't even look him in the eye."

"So?" Mike asked what I was thinking. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Don't you get it?" Eric slammed the book shut and I think I winced a little. "The other Cullens knew all about Edward killing people and did nothing about it. Rosalie's even killed people too! So we have to not only prove they're guilty but the rest of the family is too!"

"I'm in," Mike looked and me and I thought about it for a long time.

"Fine," I said unwillingly. "We'll ransack the place first thing tomorrow."

Mike smiled but I had a bad feeling about this. The Cullen family was thankfully a country away by now and the biggest thing on my mind was Lauren. I wouldn't be able to tell hre about this justyet. Not until I had unalienable evidence at least. Then I would tell her all about it and she'll understand.

I just hoped Mike would break out in his "cool-guy" dance.

MPOV

Oh yeah! Do the cool-guy dance! I'm gonna prove Cullen's guilty of murder and send him off to prison where he belongs. Now that Tyler and Eric are on my side I have a descent shot here. I can't believe Rosalie would kill someone. I hope her brother the Hulk won't mind but that's a major turn-on.

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i wonder why i get slightly nauseated whenever i write out of Mike's pov. maybe it's just him. oh well, it could have to do with the sickness but i'll be in school tomorrow. *tear*
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