I noticed my clothes were torn and ragged, from carelessly running through the woods. Victoria seemed to know what I was thinking and said, "Don't worry, you'll become better as you learn." She tossed me some clothes and left me alone to change. The jeans she handed me were snug, and fit perfectly. The sweater was red, and also fit perfectly. I wonder if all her clothes are red.

I snickered silently, and walked out where she was waiting. "Very nice," she said approvingly. "Who are your friends?" I asked with curiosity. "Oh, you'll like them, they are coming all the way from Italy to meet you. However, it may take them a day or two. They're rather old," Victoria said smiling, as if she was enjoying an inside joke. "So what do we do until then?" I asked. "We wait," she replied. I wondered off and found a room with a bed. I laid down and closed my eyes.

Again, my thoughts returned to him. In seemed that even know, he was all I could think about. His cold hard skin, his voice, his beautiful crooked smile that dazzled me. His face haunted me. And I hated him for it. Then, I remember Charlie, and choked back a dry sob. If anyone should matter, it should be him. I've left him all alone. But I didn't choose this, not this way anyway. I was suppose to have time to prepare him for this, but that was ripped away from me. I resented Victoria for that, and one day, I would seek revenge on her for making me leave him like this. But she had given me a new life, my 'mother' had filled a spot inside the hole in my heart.

I laid there, thinking, when Victoria came and got me. "Come we should hunt again," was all she said before running off. I sighed, and quickly followed her. We were in front of a house, and it seemed delectable. I followed her inside, and was shocked and terrified by what stood in front of me. A small boy, no older than the age of 10, smiling up at me. "Who are you?" he asked. Victoria grinned at me, she wanted me to lose myself completely. I closed my eyes, and tried to resist. I could hear the beating of his heart, could hear the blood running through his veins, could smell his scent of oranges and cinnamon. The next thing I knew, I was cradling his corpse in my arms, as Victoria devoured his mother and father. What have I done? "How could you do this to me, to this small boy!?" I screamed. All she did was grin.

Anguish washed over me, and I ran. I ran as fast as I could, not caring that I was snagging and tearing my sweater. I ran, until I reached a river. I stared into the water, wishing I could drown my pity and myself. Now I knew what Edward meant. " I don't want to be a monster either," I whispered. Crying invincible tears.