Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything in the Twiverse. I'm just playing around :)

The Twilight Twenty-Five

thetwilight25 dot com

Prompt: #13, "Hunger"

Main Character: Rosalie Hale

Rating: T+

Word Count: 100


Edward was about to scream.

He wanted to be respectful, to mind the manners Carlisle taught him.

But she made that impossible.

His fingers twitched, his very skin crawling with feral lust.

He needed a thunderstorm, a tornado, the Second Coming.

Anything to distract him.

Rosalie was new and volatile and couldn't help it.

But the more he tried to ignore her thoughts, the louder they roared.

Hungry.

Blood.

Thirsty.

Blood.

Need.

Blood.

BloodBloodBloodBloodBloodBloodBlood.

"Enough!"

He blurred upstairs and into her room, shocking her mind into silence.

"Edward, what are you…"

"We must hunt." His eyes blackened with need. "Now."