That was a month ago.
He hated himself now. He hated how easily he had adjusted to vampirism- if anyone had known, they would have said it agreed with him. But he was miserable and lonely and angry, and eventually he couldn't take it anymore. He went back to that place, to them, and he killed those two, ripping their hearts out with his bare hands. The man had merely laughed, but the woman had cried. Edward almost regretted killing her.
Almost.
He ran into the woods after that and perched in a tree, intent upon watching the sunrise. He was looking forward to it.
But then- "What's a little vampire like you doing out here all by his lonesome?"
Edward looked down. At the base of the tree stood a wild looking young man with unruly hair and bright, glowing green eyes. He looked positively feral. "How did you-"
"Know you were a vampire?" He laughed and it sounded like a growl. "I think I know a mortal enemy when I see one."
"You're a werewolf." Edward looked back up at the stars. "Well, I'm a little busy so if you don't mind... go bark up another tree."
The other cocked his head. "You're not afraid of me? Who are you?"
"No one," Edward replied.
"What are you doing so far out here? You'll never make it back to the city before dawn."
Edward cast a glance down at him. "That's none of your business."
The young werewolf scratched his head. "Do you...need help?"
"No. Now go away."
"Oh my God, you're planning to burn. You want to die. Why?" He pulled himself up into the tree and climbed until he was at the same level as Edward.
"What are you doing? This is my tree."
"Answer my question and I'll leave you alone."
Edward sighed. "I- this was forced on me. I don't want it."
"Forced on you?"
"I was drugged and kidnapped and turned into this."
The werewolf's eyes looked sympathetic. He took in the sight of all the blood on Edward's shirt and hands. Some had even splattered on his face. "You killed the one that turned you."
"Yes, and now it's my turn to die."
Silence. "Do you have family?"
"A cousin."
"Are you close?"
"What does this have to do with anything?" Edward sounded exasperated.
The werewolf rolled his eyes. "You are by far the most hostile vampire I've ever met, and I've been in actual fights with your kind." The question was repeated. "Are you close to your cousin?"
"Yes, I am, okay? I'm close to my cousin. He's like a brother to me."
"Have you told him? Maybe he can help you."
"I think he would hate me."
"If he loves you, being a vampire would make no difference to him. Maybe you should talk about it with him before deciding to just....well." He gestured up at the sky. The faintest hints of dawn were creeping over the hills, the sky beginning to turn pink.
Edward looked down at his hands. "It's too late for that now."
"No, it's not. Come with me." The werewolf dropped out of the tree. "Come on, you haven't got a lot of time."
