Why can’t I sleep?
I must have been sitting in this spacious room for hours and hours it seems, and yet no kind of rest has come to me. Of course I expected this, I have been told that Vampires cannot sleep, but in truth the reality of it is horrible. So much time to think, to dwell.
The 4 months since I became a Vampire weren’t particularly interesting as such. It was more getting used to my life. Like when you moved in to a new house, hundreds of boxes strewed everywhere waiting to be unpacked and put into place. But I had no boxes. My boxes were memories, memories that would never find their home.
I sighed.
Stop with all this poet crap Edward.
Four months, 1 week, 5 days, 18 hours and 36 minutes. That’s how long I’ve been like this. I’ve really got to stop counting. It’s getting sad.
As I walked outside my room, I was bombarded with the noise of my siblings. Something I am yet to be used to. The Diggory house was usually quiet, unless Mummy was cooking or Father was on the phone. I miss my parents.
“Hey, Big Ben! Get down here! We’re gonna play some Footbaaaall!” Emmett bellowed.
Big Ben. I briefly wondered how long that nickname would stick. Yes, I’m from England. So is Big Ben. Ingenious, haha.
“And by ‘football’ you mean American football. Like, Rugby for wimps?”
Emmett scowled at me. He hated it when I told him we had a similar sport called Rugby and that it made those American Football players covered in padding look like pansies.
“Hush it Big Ben.”
“Alright mate, simmer down”
“EDDDWAARRRDDD” Alice screeched, that sound is bloody lethal. I had to admit, I loved Alice. She was my favourite sister, Rose was cool and all but she was so blasé about everything. She barely even regarded me for the first month. Oh well, you win some you lose some.
Running through the Canadian wilderness was exhilarating. It was snowing. It reminded me of home. So beautiful.
Doing okay Eddy?
Jasper. He must have sensed my distress.
I nodded and mouthed “Home”. He understood.
Standing in the field I couldn’t wait to play. I was happy. That was until…
“Cedric? Cedric is that you?”
I didn’t turn. I couldn’t. That voice.
“Umm, sorry. This is my son, Edward. Edward Cullen, I am Carlisle the leader of this coven. And you are…?”
I turned to face the inevitable. She gasped silently, as did the others. I was gonna have to act my arse off to get out of this.
“I’m Cho. Cho Chang”
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