Midnight Sun:

          The one day that actually brought the slightest hint of trepidation for even me. It seemed like a nugatory experience, even though I’ve done this day repeatedly. I sighed, blocking out random thoughts out of frustration. The random thoughts of Jessica Stanley, or Mike Newton, were a serious displeasure.
       Although I blocked out my brothers’ and sisters’ thoughts out of civility, though hard to tune out, their voices rang in my head, piercing. Emmett was mulling over his muscles and strength. He seemed rather pig-headed as he constructed a wrestling match between Jasper and him. I could easily see Jasper winning, and Emmett fuming over his loss.
         Rosalie was admiring herself, the usual. She had caught her profile and was pondering over her immense beauty. Rosalie’s true nature was a superficial and shallow. I grimaced, at her self-admiration.
           Jasper was another story. He was silently bereavement over his loss of his senses. He was despondent over him losing control, and attacking a helpless one. Alice shot me a look,
How is he? Is he good? I am worried…
Her voice was jumpy and flitting. I adjusted my eyes, and slightly shook my head, as if getting a mosquito out of my head. Nothing to turn the others suspicious. Alice was shaken.
I hope he gets better. Warn me if anything happens, okay?
           Jasper had been himself less and less each day; his hunger made his eyes almost obsidian, glaring angrily in a multitude of directions. I knew he didn’t want to be in school. His senses were out of control. My eyes swiftly motioned a ‘yes’ to Alice.
         A girl with frizzy black hair, and narrow slits of eyes, cautiously passed by our table, scared and frightened. I could see Jasper’s hands coiling into fists, and the veins even more prominent against his pale skin. He tightened his jaw, and tried to divert himself. Alice had an apprehensive expression on her face, all her thoughts directed towards Jasper. The girl looked like a frightened mouse, and scattered away before there could be any real precautions.
          Jasper’s thoughts were apprehensive. Mental images of him, growling, attacking the girl, flooded through his brain. I could see him inhaling the millions of scents around him. He tuned in the pulse of her, how good the warm blood would taste. While fantasizing, I shot him glares that got his attention. I held him in the glower, and he got the message. I could sense him flushing behind the expressionless face, and he nodded, grabbing my warning.
        I nodded, and a slight movement in my peripheral vision caught my attention. I looked over to see a hurried girl, brush by our table, blushing. Her brown hair was pushed over her shoulder, in vain, attempting to hide her face. I couldn’t help but pay attention to her pale skin, wide eyes, and heart-shaped face. It was almost not real. Brusquely, she hovered past us, carefully looking up.
        I tried to focus all my attention on her, breaking through the secure walls that held her innermost thoughts. But it seemed futile. As much as I tried, concentrating everything on her, it couldn’t happen. I heard nothing but irritating monologue from Jessica Stanley’s infuriating mind.
Of course, Bella already is crushing on Edward…so average. Humph. Why are Mike and Eric paying so much attention to her?
Her thoughts took a sharp turn.
Everybody is looking at me too. I bet Mike is going to ask me to…
        I droned out the rest of Jessica’s gushing. Her word had a malevolence edge to them. She was annoyed that the attention wasn’t on her. I warily searched the new girl, Isabella’s, or Bella, as she corrected, mind. My attempts proved vain as I endeavored to penetrate through Bella’s mind. Her thoughts were locked, as if she didn’t have any. She caught my stare, and blushed, her blood rushing to her face. From across the room, I could smell her blood, intoxicating my presence. No. It would be too much. I couldn’t…could I? Bella’s large brown eyes widened as she saw me, and she displayed the tiniest bit of emotion, mortification.  
Bella Swan? What’s so great about Bella…
I heard Lauren Mallory’s vicious sneers at the new girl.
Edward Cullen is staring at her. She probably thinks she’s got all the guys waiting at her feet. Like servants. God. I bet she is thinking that all the world revolves around her.
I already knew she was vain before I even saw her. The guys will eventually come crawling back to me.
Lauren’s spews of vicious gushing continued.
       It seemed as if everybody at the table was obsessed with Bella Swan. Although, I would be hypocritical if I said I wasn’t. Her occurrence in the room seemed hard to not notice. Her scent wafted over to me, and I nearly collapsed. I could almost in vision myself, leaping, killing. She reached me like a wrecking ball, battering her scent, imprinting it, I would never forget it.
           It was horrible. I could see myself boldly leaping to her, piercing shrieks erupting from her, then silence. Of course, I would have to finish off the rest, too, no? I pulled myself away from the masochistic thoughts as the bell rang.
         Absent mindedly, I threw away the whole of my lunch, and proceeded to my next class, hoping to get away from Bella Swan. I glided to my seat and let the books spill onto the desk. Mere props and they held nothing I didn’t know.
Bella Swan, scared and timid, strolled in, wary and wide-eyed. She stuttered, hemmed, and hawed as Mr. Banner told her to introduce herself, and take the only available seat. I glanced next to me, knowing that she would inevitably have to sit her. I internally moaned and groaned. Showing no airs of fear, she walked to the seat, my grinding my nails into the desk. I could feel Bella’s petrified gaze at me, fear creeping up in her. My fingers dug into the worn wood of the desk, an impression carving into them. “Destroy the evidence,” Carlisle’s reasonable voice rung in my head. I crushed the place where I pressed my fingers, reducing it to a mere pile of splinters. My grimace was permanently pasted on my face. She was my victim, my prey. Thirst burned my throat, a scathing sensation ripping. Her scent sent a haze in my head, my longing needed to be slaked.
          Bella turned to me, and I could see my reflection in her wide eyes. She was scared, helpless almost. Bella seemed terrified as she tossed her mahogany hair to the side, forming a curtain between us. Her scent blasted at me, unbearable to flee. I could barely think, senseless thoughts running into my head. I imagined her sweet taste, but hastily pulled away from the subject. But, only to be forced back in. Oh no. Bella Swan.
          My secluded attitude must have come out outlandish. I could hear her heart thumping at an even faster rapidity than usual. I gritted my teeth, a loud clench echoing. Mr. Banner monotonously explained the Euler's formula in great depth. I pretended to be mesmerized by his tiresome teachings, and trying to avoid the scent that was emitting from Bella. I could sense Bella’s frustration, her trying to find out what was wrong. As if she could change that. I could see her eyes peeking out of the curtain of hair, blood rushing to her cheeks. Tempting, but, ah, I couldn’t have it. At least, with my morals.
At the moment the bell rang, its nasal buzzing sound, I stiffly ran out of the classroom. Human velocity wasn’t enough for me. I retreated to my car, pusillanimously. How much of a coward would I have to be? I turned on the loud music of Debussy, the classical tunes calming me. Deeply inhaling the air, I tried to remove the taste of Bella’s scent from my mouth. Impossible, it just wouldn’t happen. That lingering scent in my mouth made me light headed. I knew it wouldn’t work. It was going to stay there. Must I be the farthest of cowards to retreat?
           Clair de Lune’s warming tunes filled my car, a silent hush to my outrageous thoughts. I couldn’t think with that insignificant girl, every day, torturing me unexpectedly with her smell.
        The clean air, eventually, cleansed most of Isabella Swan’s taste out of my mouth, so I was sane again. I could think rational thoughts without my head getting away.
       Swiftly, and maybe too swift, I hurried across the campus to the front desk. Mrs. Cope was swiftly typing into an outdated computer. I cleared my throat. She seemed caught by the sudden sound; she placed her hand against her heart, as if dying. “Why, Edward, what are you doing here?” Her politeness covered her petrified thoughts. She straightened her unnaturally red hair in haste.
Edward Cullen? Why, I mean. Oh, dear, I mustn’t get my thoughts in a bunch…why he’s young enough…
I dropped my voice an octave, making sure no body heard. Emmett would surely call me a coward if he knew. “I was wondering if I could change my biology class to a more…advance level.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she raised her pen-on eyebrows. “Well, is there a problem with Mr. Banner?” Her heart pace increased significantly.
“No not at all, it is just that, I’ve studied all the material already,”
“Well, dear, um…”
All the Cullens look like they should be in college. They in fact, have enough knowledge. Why can’t they go? They wouldn’t look too out of place there. Why should they be here? And where did all that pale skin come from. Oh, they all intimidate me so.
Her thoughts became a jumble as she scanned the computer for the current records.
“Why, Advanced Physics is a whole group. There aren’t anymore spots.”
I continued to barter, until Mrs. Cope seemed infuriated.
“Please, Mrs. Cope? There has to be another spot.” I made my voice persuasive and quiet.
No, he’s as old as my son, why…I couldn’t. Why is he so persistent?
Her heart rate significantly increased, almost heard from normal ears.
        I was about to negotiate even more when a wielding scent hit me. The rushed air from the door carried a sweet, undeniable scent. Bella Swan. She clutched papers close to her chest, and moved silently against the wall. Her wide eyes were full and timid; her legs trembling with every step. I nodded silently towards Mrs. Cope, thanked her coolly, and left. My inhuman glare must have caught Bella off guard; I struggled to pay no attention to Bella’s constant blushing.
           Her scent hooked on to me. My throat was blazing with hunger, and every atom around me caught her aroma. My redundant breathing was hurried, and my eyes were glowering with hunger.
           I slid back into my Volvo, still stirred by the fragrance. I had a masochistic glare in my eyes, and the demon awoke inside of me, provoked by the growing hunger. I roughly pulled the car out, ready to speed away like any coward. I sped out of Forks, and rushed through the roads.
          The mental images of Bella, dead, two pierce marks at her clavicle, rushed through my brain. Her body was limp, and no more blush rushed to her faces. Eyes wide open, staring into what was nothing. I saw myself beside her, kneeling. My eyes were onyx, and a teardrop of blood pooled beside me. Shaking my head, I rid myself of all those reflections of my inner monster. I was going to leave this irrelevant place. Why should the others suffer from my constant whining?

I was leaving Forks for good.