This is my first fan fic, so please be nice.
Basically its a bout a vampire (duh) who hasn't meet the cullen's (yet) but is already on the animal diet. I'll write more if you like it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I don't want anything. most of these idea things come from SM and I don't claim any credit for when her characters are introduced.
P.S this is for AFTER breaking dawn. lol.
I like it out here, in the woods. It is peaceful, quiet.... and most of all, deserted. I am completely cut off from humanity- from the temptation. I like all the little things, things that a city wouldn’t show you. The extra stars, the wild flowers... beautiful. I have a little wooden cottage that I had made myself. It wasn’t a hard thing to do- it only took me and hour or so. There were 3 rooms in my little cottage. A lounge/library area, a bedroom and a bathroom. My bathroom was tiny; just a home-made shower and a mirror. I have a large tank around the back of my cottage which caught the water when it rained, so nobody knew I am out here. My bedroom is almost empty. Sure I have a bed but it was just encase I was ever struck with the desire to lie on a comfortable place while reading. There was something undignified about laying on the ground. Surrounding my little home was a beautiful garden. I took my time making it perfect. What else was I going to do? I had nothing BUT time. I was never interrupted. It had been many, many months, perhaps years, since I last spoke to anyone other than my reflection in the mirror, or the animals I hunt. I am a vampire, humans were my food, my pray. But, out here, away from... life I had no pray. And that was greatly annoying, and burningly painful. Lucky for all the wildlife... not. Sure it tasted disgusting, but after 150 years you get used to it. It’s not so bad. I didn’t remember my change. No, scrap that. I remember pain. Searing, burning, unbelievable pain. Then... nothing. I was here, in the woods, completely alone. Flickers of my past had shot through my mind, just little things that I now had trouble recalling. Things like my name and age flash past. But otherwise it was a blur. The pain had ended in my body, but my throat still burned. I remember running, faster than anything I had ever seen, and then stopping in the very clearing I now call home. I could see everything. Hear everything. Smell everything. That was when I first devoured my now normal pray. An old bear had wondered into the clearing, and was sniffing the air with its greying muzzle. I didn’t think twice. It was dead within minutes and I was semi satisfied. I had continued to hunt, until my thirst was completely controlled. Deer was worse than the bear, so I tried to avoid that. Now, 153 years later, nothing had changed. I was still Aurora Caelestis, which ironically means “Heavenly Dawn” in Latin. I was still the beautiful 16 year old girl I had been when I was changed. I had long black hair that waved down to the middle of my back. All of my features were exact, defined. My once beautiful hazel eyes were now a golden colour, a colour that changed to black as my thirst grew. I was stunningly perfect. It annoyed me that I was so perfect. It gave me nothing to work towards, nothing to improve. So I just concentrated on making my only little world reflect my beauty. Almost everything I had I made myself. Once, when I was around 20 years into my immortal life, I had run from my clearing until I found a town. I had felt sorry for many of the store owners who had woken to find their shops ransacked and the car owner who found their vehicle missing, but I took some simple essentials that I needed. That’s how I had furnished my home. I made my own clothes- the fabric shop in town had become a regular target of mine. After around 1 and half years of trying to stop the robberies, they gave up. Instead they laid out a range of fabrics, and left a note addressed to “the robber” to only take this, because they no longer needed it, it was cheap and they could afford to lose it. In return I left my own note saying that if they continued this kindness, I would return the favour by keeping the town out of danger. There were several confused months worth of notes after this statement, but they no longer questioned me when the town fire suddenly disappeared BEFORE the fire fighters came. They gave me real silk the month after that. That is my life- so far- in a not so small nutshell. Every night I ran the perimeter of the town, and ran through it, making sure nothing was out of the ordinary. Nothing ever was. Sure from time to time I had to stop some little thing, or leave warning of an incoming storm, but other than that the town had stayed completely safe for 132 years. There hasn’t been any issue raised about the fact I’m still helping them.... surly they are wondering about the age factor- but I guessed they had guessed I wasn’t human. It is always sunny here. I loved to lie in my garden, in the sun, and watch my skin glitter, watch the rainbows I cast dance on the grass and flowers as I tended to them. But today I was pouting. It was pouring down. I stood by my one and only window staring out at the sheeting rain. I took in a huge breath, praying silently for the rain to stop so that my plants wouldn’t drown. I froze mid breath. I couldn’t believe the scent that had trailed lazily into my house. Human.