AN: This is a repost of my second chapter. Special thanks to Susyg and The Dragonfly Lover from PTB, awesome betas, who were patient enough to deal with my mistakes.

Disclaimer: Twilight and it's characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. I own this plot.

Wild Waves of Eternity

Chapter Two : The Body

The weather was never something I cared about. The island was usually cloudy. It's location had made it a life-last captive of storms, hurricanes and winds. Only once a year the sun was the ruler of the sky, for less than two weeks. Nobody had managed to explain it.

The weather was a loyal servant, the perfect camouflage for the monster. For me.

Nature had surprised me. It was the first time for a human being to be on the island during the last five decades. Even when I had to leave for short visits to "civilization".

I would know if someone had invaded in my personal sanctuary. The human smell would be the unmistakable fingerprints. I never traced one here but there is always a first time for everything.

Existence in this place was boring. I could not say "life", my self acknowledgment was enough to prevent that.

A human would have to work hard to survive here and even harder to escape. The instinct for self preservation and reproduction was the ultimate motivation for every living creature since forever.

I had no such motive. Nothing to preserve and no way to reproduce myself. For an outsider, I would have no purpose of existence in this abandoned piece of land.

I was not an outsider. I was the solid proof of nature's monstrosity. A dead man walking. Being away from humanity meant being away from my "natural" source of food and pleasure. I had managed to replace the first by drinking animal blood. Poor substitute but able to suffer through. The purity of the wild creatures was at least giving their rich fluid an appreciated quality.

Purity and innocence. The only reasons that kept me from provoking my own destruction. I was not pure or innocent, but at least I had not harmed carriers of those characteristics. Except for one.

My current existence was based on a twisted feeling of "hope". Hope that one day, through eternity, my damned soul would find a way to once again be among the pure and the innocent.

As for the second, there was not a substitute.

The weather was hard on me. That human was not supposed to be there, alive. What twisted game of fate had put this creature in such an adventure?

I was above her, standing on the rocks that formed the hollow. Chaos was dancing around me. The waves were merciless, the wind and the rain had become one with them. I was completely unaffected, like being one with the rocks. Unmovable.

Fifty years. It would be so easy. Just a little cut, a little scratch- anything to give a taste.

Nothing.

Of all creatures it had to be that one. The most desirable one. My punishment.

The smell was divine, simply divine. Like it was made especially for me.

My growl could keep anything away. Anything except from me.

Slowly, my hard body started lowering towards her little soft one. The hole was keeping her like a natural cradle, restrained and protected. Her head was out of the water. She was so small, so delicate and peaceful.

Oh how I would love to be unconscious, to be able to sleep or to forget.

Instead, I was cursed not only to live forever as a monster, but also to carry everyone's thoughts around me...when they were awake. It was both marvelous and tiring. Tiring because there is always someone awake. The isolation here is soothing.

My mind was fighting with my need.

I could take her. No one would know. No one except from me. I debated.

I was now right on top of her. My hands, working under their own will, were ghosting her neck. So delicate. A nail could help me satiate my depressed thirst. It would be just one more meal.

My hands continued moving around her body. A simple touch could be fatal. I could crush her during her next breath. Clear death.

If someone was watching, he would see a dark angel over a small unprotected soul, like an eagle attacking his victim.

Something was holding me.

My hands finally touched her neck. She was freezing. If I was human I would suppose she was dead, but as a vampire I could hear her weak heartbeat.

I started touching. Her neck, her clothed shoulders, her soft collarbone through the half buttoned shirt, her arms, her hands. Cold. Her heartbeat became weaker.

She was dying.

The temptation was unbearable. I could have her. She would be dead in minutes. It would be such a loss.

The monster took the time to overpower my will. At that moment I was ready to attack. Almost nothing was there to prevent my next move. Almost.

A small laugh hit my ears like an unearthly melody.

What a beautiful sound. Even the monster was distracted.

Was she awake?

No, she was unconscious. For a minute I thought that someone else was there with us.

I focused again. Like performing a ritual, I cradled her neck and buried my nose in the crook there.

Heaven. Only heaven could produce such perfume.

Now, now,...it's time!

The monster could not hold back the thirst any longer. My throat was burning.

Heaven to take away hell, and I opened my mouth feeling the venom flowing.

Now…

I was a second away when more voices filled my ears. Two male and two female.

"Can't be," the monster cried searching for others inside the dark.

The voices were coming from her.

I can hear you? Were are the others?

Just as I was about to try and wake her realization hit me like the wild waves behind my back.

There are no others. They are in her dreams. She is dreaming and I can hear every conversation.

There is always a first time for everything.

She was the first creature who had allowed me to hear her dream.

I wondered …. Can I see them too?

A/N: Thank you all for reading! What do you think?