Life in Forks is boring, to say the least. Same shitty school, same shitty people, same shitty fucking diet.
I stare down at the felled mountain lion with disgust, kicking its carcass. The crinkle of leaves under my feet fills the clearing, bringing back noise to replace the ringing of adrenaline in my ears. What I'd do for a pretty neck and red, warm blood spilling down my throat, calming the burn of venom. Filling me. I nearly moan, remembering what it was like to lure someone in, sink my teeth in, feed.
This….this shit barely passes. This... 'vegetarianism' is closer to vampiric anorexia, and it's going to hurt them all before long. Fuck, half the family can't stand to be around a girl on her period at this stage. They should have given in long ago, stopped starving themselves of what they need. Blood. Human blood. Stubborn fucks.
Somehow, it's me they worry about. Me they send out early, me they direct to herds of deer, me they keep very far away from Edwards Pet. Not that I care about that. It's me who is most likely to break, in their eyes. It's almost hilarious. I am the dangerous one, not the Golden Boy who wants his teeth in his girlfriend more than his dick. They don't care about that though. Perfect little Eddie has restraint, has been on this diet for far longer than I.
But of course, pretty little Alice had to convince me to only eat animals. Showered with affection and gifts and the promise of family, I felt I could do nothing but acquiesce. Glaring at a dark tree trunk, I try to ignore the voice inside calling bullshit. Anyway, I reason, no one wants to see an angry Alice.
The autumn sun shines through the yellowing leaves, wind plays with my honey hair. I stand over my kill, solemn. Staring up at the trees that dwarf me, I wish I wasn't part of this 'happy family.' I can only think these thoughts when I'm far away from MindFucker, when Pixie can't read my face. Not that I didn't learn to hide it over the years.
I miss being a nomad, a nobody. Not getting stared at, not sitting through horribly inaccurate history lessons, not having to restrain. I could live. That's what this second life is for.
With a glance, I check my watch. 6.45. Time to leave for Bella's birthday party.