Not Me!

Nightly Visitor

Edward's POV

Silence filled the always-awake house besides the occasional whisper in the night. Lights dimmed down low across the whole house. Everyone had settled in and I took the time to slowly stand. I'll just go out for a walk.

The hours ticked on with the pending danger. I couldn't believe that I took the chance to save them in that school parking lot. Not to forget how it was crowded, anyone could have seen it.

I had to tell Carlisle about the incident, it risked us getting outed by the public for the monster-like beings we are. He had told me I did the right thing, while Rosalie begged to differ.

My shoes pittered-pattered on the sidewalk, passing by someone on the rare occasion. A steady stream of thoughts came from them about their money problems, slowly getting quieter as we made distance from each other.

Now I'm taking a chance again, climbing a tree and into their room. They lay asleep so soundly. A blanket covers them aside from their short-sleeve-covered arms. Slowly stepping closer to them with practiced ease, to get a closer look.

Stretch marks of a faint color littered their inner elbows and shoulders. Their head turned to the side facing the moon-lit window. Some kind of band's logo that I didn't know about has faded on their shirt. The graphics slowly come off little by little, showing its age.

They almost got tremendously hurt today if I wasn't there, but they are here soundly asleep in their bed instead of the hospital. They were relaxed now, a deep contrast from when they were awake.

They needed me there to not get hurt or worse. They stayed still like a deer in headlights when the van came barreling toward them. It would be a tragedy for this small town.

They had been saved by a monster, and they knew it. I'm supposed to be feared by the little birds of the educational cage. But they feared not, no of them did. I look too much like them, close to the same, but not at all at the same time.

I saw the look in their eyes, disbelief, fear, and confusion. So many thoughts must have been swirling around in a frenzied panic in their head at the time. Just out of touch, where I could not hear them and know like the rest of them.

A thick line separated us monsters and humans. We're cold and bloodthirsty. They are warm and can easily make connections. I can't even stand their smell. Their mind was an impenetrable fortress that I couldn't even dream to reach.

I must have confused them as much as they confused me. What made them so different? Their intoxicating smell made me almost lose the years of restraint and practice. Thought that can't be achieved. What could be going through their head?

They were different from the many I met in my years of being a monster like this. I almost couldn't stand being in the same room as them for a long time. My thirst becoming almost unbearable, but I keep myself together every time.

If Alice didn't know, I wouldn't have stayed out there to wait. They shifted onto their side, eyes opening for a brief second. I pushed myself quickly toward a corner to not be noticed without looking back.

My shoulders raised high, bracing the wall behind me. A desk's sharp corner pressed firmly against the back of my leg. An object or two titter-tattered on the edge of falling off. I quickly settled the items before they could drop. Their face caught my eye, waiting for them to fall back asleep.

Their eyes were shut once more before a second could tick by on the little clock on their bedside table. Curtains to the window fluttered past me, ready to leave if I need be.

Their slow, relaxed breaths showed the life that they had so much of. I watched on as they slept in peace in their bed. Their room's door creaked open and before I saw what caused it, I left out the window.

My feet rushed along the grass into the dark woods. Forest air's scent filled my nose, and clothes lightly followed the flow of the wind whipping past my body.

I should hunt for a while, I've taken too many chances. I can't snap the hair-thin thread of my resolve. That would be a heavy price, and it could cost me my life. Whether Rosalie snapped back at me or the town took their chance trying.

Branches snapped from a distance, calling my attention. An animal had to be close, I could smell them. A deer with a broken antler grazed on a little frosty patch of grass. I launched my body at them, caging them in at a point. They squirmed under me, it had nowhere to go to escape.

It had been caught in a triangle formation. An old mossy log with mostly orange fungus to its left, and a jet-black boulder to its right, I left no room to escape from behind me.

It froze giving up much fight it had as I sunk in my teeth. Their head moved frantically from left to right to try and catch sight of me, its attacker. Warm blood filled my mouth, looking back up to catch its dark black eye. It screamed out to anyone who would listen, but no one was there to help.

Soon its cries stopped, and its head fell forward. Their body going limp and lifeless. It had died after being emptied of all its blood. A small trickle of blood seeped from my bite. I had to drag the deer away before anyone found them with a strange bite.

I hauled it onto my shoulder and made my move. A ditch deep in the woods seemed like the best bet, dumping its lifeless body into the pit.
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