It's Complicated

by sassycaterpillar

For years I had fought to control my instincts, to use my abilities for the good, to live a normal, human life. I had earned the trust of my patients and the respect of the community. But now one thing could change it all, one thing could destroy all I had worked so hard to build for myself. And that was her. Rated M for scenes to follow. Please read and review!

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters.

Chapter 2

The wheels of the Mercedes executed the bends of my winding drive with ease and glided to an effortless hault in my spacious garage. Ascending the stairs to the third floor, I entered my favourite room of the house: my library. In my 373 years I had accumulated thousands of books, some original copies of what would nowadays be considered classics. Great, leather-bound volumes filed the shelves that reached from floor to ceiling, filling the room with their glorious scent. Unlike many old books, these smelt neither dusty nor musty, for I had read and cared for each one, preserving centuries of knowledge within my home.

Today, however, I was in no mood for reading. Although it was 6pm, a typical family's mealtime, my kitchen sat untouched. In fact, I would probably never enter it, except for the fact that I had to restock the food supplies that sat, undisturbed, like a window display. Simply another act that was necessary for the success of the show that I performed for the world.

Considering all the rooms of my 3-storey house, few are neccesary. The bedroom functions purely as an area to store my clothing. My bed, grand and 4-postered, lies idle and vacant. The kitchen, of course, is unnecessary, as no food of mine will ever need preperation or cooking. The dining room, too, sits in perfect condition, waiting for a meal that will never take place. Even the lounge, featuring plush sofas and a flat screen TV, is barely used, except to update myself on the latest world news. It was useful, after all, to be able to join in discussions at work. However I took no comfort from reclining on the settee, it felt much the same as standing. I had long lost the human tendancy to tire from long periods of time on my feet, it was no longer possible for me to rest.

My house in general, in fact, was fairly unnecessary in its size and functions. I had purchased it more for its convinient location than anything else. Situated a short difference outside Forks, few people ventured out far enough for me to come into contact with them. It's also surrounded by trees on all sides, giving me privacy and quiet, and a chance to escape the busyness of modern life. The forest also provided me with a food supply, being home to various species of wildlife, such a deer or mountain lion.

This mood, unusually, was not caused by hunger. I was careful to feed regualrly in order to make resisting human blood painless as possible. Instead, I was distracted. Distracted, I realised, by my brief interaction with Miss Swan this afternoon. It had been an ordinary accident, an ordinary injury and an ordinary porcedure to fix it. Yet something about the girl herself was nothing I had ever experienced before. She was, now that I thought about it, quite pretty actually. She had been simply dressed in a shirt, jeans and converses, nothing unusual for a girl her age.

Her age... She was only 17, and although I was currently thought to be 25, to be thinking of someone her age in such a way would be frowned upon by many. In the state of Washington, she was still a minor until her eighteenth birthday. Technically, of course, I wasn't 25, but 373, not that that made the situation better by any means.

I quickly emptied my head of these thoughts. To be thinking about a patient this way was strictly unprofessional, especially one so young. I signed, and busied myself with the paper regarding new surgical techniques that I had been working on.

Not needing sleep, I had far more free time than any human, allowing me to perfect arts and study great volumes of text and a wide variety of subjects. As well as my new vampire abilities - my speed, strength and hightened senses - I had also learnt a great deal of self control. To be in a profession like mine would be impossible for another of my kind, the lure of the blood would be too much. Only with years of practice, a 'vegetarian' diet, incredible willpower and a strong sense of compassion towards the sick had I been able to overcome my insinct to kill my patients and could now focus on helping them.

That's not to say that I was completely unaffected by blood. It still called to me, the rhythmic pulsing of a heart sending thick, sweet streams through fragile viens. But my determination to do good meant I could ignore this and focus on my work. I opened another medical textbook and began preparing notes.