They were never supposed to be. Fate seemed to want it that way. Both wrought from a different species, banned from the other's territory, and generations of their family sworn enemies, fate still only seemed to be in the way when a new girl moves i...
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January 19th, 2005
The wind carried the scent of prey as he silently flashed by, the forest around him moving in slow motion.
Due east of him, the rushing of hot blood through veins pounded at his ears. It only added to his raging hunger. Sunlight poured through the breaks of forestation above him. Dodging quick oncoming branches and jumping over fallen trees that had long ago rotted, he halted at the steep and rocky drop off of the waterfall.
Closing his eyes, he simply listened: Chirping birds, the gnawing of squirrels with acorns, the snapping of branches from every direction, and a human...
Edward held his breath and leaped over the waterfall in a speed humans would only see in a blur of colors. Their smell didn't bother him as much as it used to when he was just starting the 'vegetarian diet'. It was just that his need to hunt was urgent. Especially after yesterday. Especially after Bella.
Her scent was so blinding. The pain in his throat itched. It burned so badly. He remembered wanting so greatly to sink his incisors into the pulse of her neck and drink every last drop of her sweet-smelling blood until there was no drop left. Letting her body shrivel up until he could no longer smell her potent blood. It was like a drug. His own personal drug.
But Carlisle and Esme had taught him self-control. He would always keep their customs engrained. To keep the monster at bay, he thought.
Looking at the distorted reflection in the pond, he saw the glistening of his uncovered upper body under the small rays of sunlight. Edward's skin was like hard marble. His cells refracted the light into trillions of fragments, his body a full prism.
In the pond, through the murkiness and green moss, he only saw himself. No one else-or should he say, nothing else. He wasn't human. He hadn't been for a long time.
A thing, he told himself. I am not anyone, but I am of a thing of existence...therefore, I am something. Therefore...I am nothing but a monster...
He didn't care if his philosophical reasoning made no sense to others. It made perfect sense to him.
He continued to stare at the perfect image in his liking.
After all those years, was he finally and truly alone?
Carlisle had Esme. His sister Rosalie had Emmet. And Alice had Jasper. Himself? He had nothing. He had no one.
Listening to the pitter-patter of an army of ants under the ground, coated with twigs, dirt, and moss, his ears honed in on other sounds- that's until he caught a whiff of a grizzly bear.
Without thinking of his movements, he found himself camouflaged behind a tree, several miles from where he had been, the grizzly now in an easy and accessible leaping range.
