The sun sets, I can finally hunt, I rise from my chair and head for the roof. The wind is wild tonight and that will make it difficult to find a suitable scent. So I stand near the ledge, my eyes shut as I take in long breaths of the night air. So many different aromas, nothing particularly enticing, I think to myself. I suppose you can't have the best wine every night. I exhale and wrap my mind around some of the more noticeable scents before taking in another breath. A few more notes hit my senses and I zero in on those, estimating distance and possible routes to each.

I take one more deep breath and the wind changes direction suddenly. My body goes tight; my eyes are open and wild as I scan the cityscape, my smile vicious as I catch a scent that sends my predatory nature into overdrive. My methodical and careful planning that usually takes place before I hunt is completely put out of my mind as I leap from the roof.

I land on an opposite roof two blocks away and break into a full sprint. The scent getting stronger as I run, tearing over the rooftops at my top speed, my mind completely focused. I run as hard as I can, so intent on my destination that I nearly collide with a few obstacles. My shirt is nearly torn off of me as I narrowly dodge access doors, piping and electrical lines.

I leap across to another roof, the scent stronger than ever, I know I'm there and I look down to the alley below. The wind changes its direction again and the scent is gone, in that split second I find myself again and regain my control. There'll probably be a story on the news tomorrow because of my carelessness. I curse at myself and the destroyed shirt on my back.

I hear a cry, not the sound, it's a thought. Someone cries out for help, and they're close. I turn in the direction of the thought and my eyes settle on a pair of people in the alley below: a man with a knife and a young woman beneath him. It was her mind that called out to me. In the pitch-black of the night I can see her face as clear as day, the tears welling in her eyes, the pained look on her face.

I leap into the alley, touching down light as a feather I approach. By chance, the man's head turns to me as I continue walking towards them. He pulls them both up, his hand around her chest pinning her arms to her sides. His knife against her throat, I hold my arms out to show that I am unarmed but he stares me down.

"Get lost kid, or I kill her." I look into his mind; he's serious but a coward.

"Just let her go and I won't kill you." I tell him calmly, stopping just short of five yards away. He considers that for a second and the points the knife at me, exactly as I had hoped. In the blink of an eye I cross the distance between us, grab his outstretched arm and separate the two of them. I put my hand around his throat and lift him into the air, he swings the knife at my face and it deflects off harmlessly.

I look down at the woman I knew to be Isabella Swan, a look of confusion mixed with terror on her face; and the wind changes direction. The scent of her blood wafts into my nostrils and the beast inside me awakens; I manage to hold onto myself enough to let my hunger focus on her attacker. With a bestial snarl, I bite into the man's throat and drink. The animal in me does not simply let the blood flow into me; I drink him in hungrily, draining him completely in less than a minute. Ms. Swan stares all the while, frozen to the ground in terror.

The scent of her blood still entices me, but the beast is sated for the moment and I can control myself enough to regain my composure and close the wounds on the man's throat. I set his lifeless body down next to a sewer grate, letting one of his hands fall over it I grab the knife and slit his wrist. I turn my attention to her now, carefully and cautiously stepping over to her I crouch down next to her.

"Isabella, are you okay?" she looks at me wildly at the sound of her name. "Let me see your arm." I ask, hoping to close the wound and take her home but she is still too frightened and confused to respond to me. I gently put one hand on her shoulder and lift her arm with my other hand. I lean in to lick the wound closed but I stop short. This close to the source, I can feel the beast wanting more, wanting to drink her.

I look at the wound, its deep but nothing damaging, it will probably leave a scar but stitches won't be necessary. I pull off what is left of my tattered shirt and wrap the wound. The air slowly clears of the oppressively wonderful aroma, leaving just a hint of the scent on the air, and I can regain my self again. I lift her into my arms and leap into the air, kicking off the buildings, working my way up to the rooftop. She stares at me the entire time, never speaking, just watching.

We get to the roof and I look into her eyes, cradling her head in my hand I tell her, "I'm sorry for this." Delving into her thoughts, I erase every memory of the last ten minutes right up to when she left her apartment. She passes out in my arms and I take her home, leaving her on her bed I take off into the night.

Disgusted with myself I return to my roof, waiting for daylight, wishing the myth about vampires and sunlight was true.