A/N: Thanks to everyone for reading my story! And a special thanks to all who have reviewed! (please keep them coming!) Without further or do… Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Alice looked exasperated. But never the less pleased by the way the conversation slowly started to ease.

"Okay Edward, calmly explain," she ushered me on with slight hand motions. I felt like a two year old. Stubbornly being told to stop doing something.

I stood up abruptly. "Why does it matter anymore?"

She looked at me deprecatingly, obviously missing the point. She wanted me to let out my anger, hit something, cry out loud in anguish. But there was nothing left.

Only numb that spread through my body. I couldn't kill Jake. It was just like him to take away the last bit of me, that created a façade of humanity.

"Oh!" Alice exclaimed. I knew that look on her face and was aware that I could look at whatever she was seeing. I was all too curious, but I somehow refrained myself.

That's when the trees blew around me and my keen senses showed a delicate Alice whispering, "catch ya later."

I was stunned. Either by the sheer impossibility of that girl, or the nerve she had, to attempt to close her mind from me. "Nice try Eddie…" Damn that selfish psychic.

She left me standing there. As quickly as she came she left. Giving me all too much reason to leave, but to where?

If I went home I would be hit with the sympathy, and I didn't want any of that from them. It left me option less, and suicide seemed pointless.

That was until I heard the footsteps of someone outside of the woods. The blood was stronger, as though the blood was leaking out of the body. It was all I could do till I opened my mind to the voice in my head. It was a man's voice deep, scraggly, it seemed that he had too many drugs in his system.

What a fool she was. "Hey baby… plant a kiss right here…"

I heard enough and knew that this man was about to rape a young lady. But why couldn't I find her through her thoughts? It was just like Isabella all over again. But somehow I felt obliged to protect her. It was as if I could maintain my love through helping someone else. I helped other humans before, why not this one?

This total stranger overwhelmed me.

I knew she was bleeding, and as the slight breeze came through the silent woods, I could almost feel the distant horror I would seem to them. Her blood smelled wrong somehow… As if it was clogged by something, date rape drugs? I presumed the worst but what else was I left to do?

I just ran. As fast and as silent as my existence would allow. No matter how hungry I was, I wouldn't allow this to happen to a human who had other options. She could live, be happy and damn well not end up with werewolves!

So what do I do to the attacker? Is this what Alice saw?

The only other noise besides the rhythm of my breathing, was the hollow wind as it lightly touched my ears and whipped my hair around in a soothing way…

-TIME PASSES-

I reverted into a sick monster. I feared my own damn shadow. How sad is this? But true, for my inner monster was my worst fear besides falling in love.

She was always a distant part of my memories, a dream when I couldn't sleep. But crying will get me nowhere, and I'm tired of believing everyone else's crap! Ugh!

My eyes wandered the wooden path that let you hear the quiet cooing of the birds. I could name half the exotic mix, but why does that matter? It can help no one… I still remember…

The one night I saw myself in a way, that made me uncivil[civil hands make civil blood, (Romeo and Juliet) I almost hurt her. That innocent girl, I saw so much of Isabella Marie Swann, in her it killed me to help her. . .

I wanted her to die. To feel my pain.

To walk in my shoes.

To hate this very existence.

She got to change her mind, she backed out of becoming a vampire, and she didn't know how lucky she is for that choice.

Never to feel the need to hurt innocent people, I was a true monster who couldn't and still can't help humans even after 10 years. (the amount of time that has passed)

I checked in on her recently, I thought distracting my dwindling exterior of a shell. . . . . . .

But my thoughts were trapped by the memory of the little girl. She was about seven years old. The perfect definition of innocence. If it wasn't for the fact I knew I was dead already I would have thought this little angel was there to redeem my soul, I suffered through that much I mean I deserved it… Yeah right guess again.

My path drew to an end. The leaves turned darker in shade but grew brighter through the opening in branches as the light seeped through.

Ta-DA! I'm sick and sneezing as I type… I thought well since, maybe since you read this far you could comfort a sick wanna-bee author? I love to hear feed back and than I sort of had to post this chapter and I'm sorry its so short!

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