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e　cafeteria。　Emmett；　Rosalie；　and　Jasper　were　pretending　to　be　seniors；　they　left　for　their　classes。　I　was　playing　a　younger　role　than　they。　I　headed　off　for　my　junior　level　biology　class；　preparing　my　mind　for　the　tedium。　It　was　doubtful　Mr。　Banner；　a　man　of　no　more　than　average　intellect；　would　manage　to　pull　out　anything　in　his　lecture　that　would　surprise　someone　holding　two　graduate　degrees　in　medicine。　Nor

In　the　classroom；　I　settled　into　my　chair　and　let　my　books　props；　again；　they　held　nothing　I　didn　t　already　know　spill　across　the　table。　I　was　the　only　student　who　had　a　table　to　himself。　The　humans　weren　t　smart　enough　to　know　that　they　feared　me；　but　their　survival　instincts　were　enough　to　keep　them　away。　The　room　slowly　filled　as　they　trickled　in　from　lunch。　I　leaned　back　in　my　chair　and　waited　for　the　time　to　pass。　Again；　I　wished　I　was　able　to　sleep。　Because　I　d　been　thinking　about　her；　when　Angela　Weber　escorted　the　new　girl　through　the　door；　her　name　intruded　on　my　attention。　Bella　seems　just　as　shy　as　me。　I　ll　bet　today　is　really　hard　for　her。　could　say　something　but　it　would　probably　just　sound　stupid　Yes！　I　wish　I　Mike　Newton　thought；　turning　in　his　seat　to　watch　the　girls　enter。　The　empty　space　where　her　Still；　from　the　place　where　Bella　Swan　stood；　nothing。　thoughts　should　be　irritated　and　unnerved　me。　She　came　closer；　walking　down　the　aisle　beside　me　to　get　to　the　teacher　s　desk。　Poor　girl；　the　seat　next　to　me　was　the　only　one　available。　Automatically；　I　cleared　what　would　be　her　side　of　the　desk；　shoving　my　books　into　a　pile。　I　doubted　she　would　feel　very　fortable　there。　She　was　in　for　a　long　semester　in　this　class；　at　least。　Perhaps；　though；　sitting　beside　her；　I　d　be　able　to　flush　out　her　secrets　not　that　I　d　ever　needed　close　proximity　before　not　that　I　would　find　anything　worth　listening　to　Bella　Swan　walked　into　the　flow　of　the　heated　air　that　blew　toward　me　from　the　vent。　Her　scent　hit　me　like　wrecking　ball；　like　a　battering　ram。　There　was　no　image　violent　enough　to　encapsulate　the　force　of　what　happened　to　me　in　that　moment。　In　that　instant；　I　was　nothing　close　to　the　human　I　d　once　been；　no　trace　of　the　shreds　of　humanity　I　d　managed　to　cloak　myself　in　remained。　I　was　a　predator。　that　truth。　She　was　my　prey。　There　was　nothing　else　in　the　whole　world　but　There　was　no　room　full　of　witnesses　they　were　already　collateral　damage　in　my　head。　The　mystery　of　her　thoughts　was　forgotten。　Her　thoughts　meant　nothing；　for　she　would　not　go　on　thinking　them　much　longer。　I　was　a　vampire；　and　she　had　the　sweetest　blood　I　d　smelled　in　eighty　years。　I　hadn　t　imagined　such　a　scent　could　exist。　If　I　d　known　it　did；　I　would　have　gone　searching　for　it　long　ago。　I　would　have　bed　the　pla　for　her。　I　could　imagine　the　taste　Thirst　burned　through　my　throat　like　fire。　My　mouth　was　baked　and　desiccated。　The　fresh　flow　of　venom　did　nothing　to　dispel　that　sensation。　My　stomach　twisted　with　the　hunger　that　was　an　echo　of　the　thirst。　My　muscles　coiled　to　spring。　Not　a　full　second　had　passed。　downwind　from　me。　She　was　still　taking　the　same　step　that　had　put　her　As　her　foot　touched　the　ground；　her　eyes　slid　toward　me；　a　movement　she　clearly

meant　to　be　stealthy。　mirror　of　her　eyes。　Her　glance　met　mine；　and　I　saw　myself　reflected　in　the　wide　The　shock　of　the　face　I　saw　there　saved　her　life　for　a　few　thorny　moments。　She　didn　t　make　it　easier。　When　she　processed　the　expression　on　my　face；　blood　flooded　her　cheeks　again；　turning　her　skin　the　most　delicious　color　I　d　ever　seen。　The　scent　was　a　thick　haze　in　my　brain。　I　could　barely　think　through　it。　My　thoughts　raged；　resisting　control；　incoherent。　She　walked　more　quickly　now；　as　if　she　understood　the　need　to　escape。　Her　haste　made　her　clumsy　she　tripped　and　stumbled　forward；　almost　falling　into　the　girl　seated　in　front　of　me。　Vulnerable；　weak。　Even　more　than　usual　for　a　human。　I　tried　to　focus　on　the　face　I　d　seen　in　her　eyes；　a　face　I　recognized　with　revulsion。　The　face　of　the　monster　in　me　the　face　I　d　beaten　back　with　decades　of　effort　and　unpromising　discipline。　How　easily　it　sprang　to　the　surface　now！　The　scent　swirled　around　me　again；　scattering　my　thoughts　and　nearly　propelling　me　out　of　my　seat。　No。　My　hand　gripped　under　the　edge　of　the　table　as　I　tried　to　hold　myself　in　my　chair。　The　wood　was　not　up　to　the　task。　My　hand　crushed　through　the　strut　and　came　away　with　a　palmful　of　splintered　pulp；　leaving　the　shape　of　my　fingers　carved　into　the　remaining　wood。　Destroy　evidence。　That　was　a　fundamental　rule。　I　quickly　pulverized　the　edges　of　the　shape　with　my　fingertips；　leaving　nothing　but　a　ragged　hole　and　a　pile　of　shavings　on　the　floor；　which　I　scattered　with　my　foot。　Destroy　evidence。　Collateral　damage　。　The　girl　would　have　to　e　sit　beside　me；　and　I　I　knew　what　had　to　happen　now。　would　have　to　kill　her。　The　innocent　bystanders　in　this　classroom；　eighteen　other　children　and　one　man；　could　not　be　allowed　to　leave　this　room；　having　seen　what　they　would　soon　see。　I　flinched　at　the　thought　of　what　I　must　do。　Even　at　my　very　worst；　I　had　never　mitted　this　kind　of　atrocity。　I　had　never　killed　innocents；　not　in　over　eight　decades。　And　now　I　planned　to　slaughter　twenty　of　them　at　once。　The　face　of　the　monster　in　the　mirror　mocked　me。　Even　as　part　of　me　shuddered　away　from　the　monster；　another　part　was　planning　it。　If　I　killed　the　girl　first；　I　would　have　only　fifteen　or　twenty　seconds　with　her　before　the　humans　in　the　room　would　react。　Maybe　a　little　bit　longer；　if　at　first　they　did　not　realize　what　I　was　doing。　She　would　not　have　time　to　scream　or　feel　pain；　I　would　not　kill　her　cruelly。　That　much　I　could　give　this　stranger　with　her　horribly　desirable　blood。　But　then　I　would　have　to　stop　them　from　escaping。　I　wouldn　t　have　to　worry　about　the　windows；　too　high　up　and　small　to　provide　an　escape　for　anyone。　Just　the

door　block　that　and　they　were　trapped。　It　would　be　slower　and　more　difficult；　trying　to　take　them　all　down　when　they　were　panicked　and　scrambling；　moving　in　chaos。　Not　impossible；　but　there　would　be　much　more　noise。　Time　for　lots　of　screaming。　Someone　would　hear　and　I　d　be　forced　to　kill　even　more　innocents　in　this　black　hour。　And　her　blood　would　cool；　while　I　murdered　the　others。　The　scent　punished　me；　closing　my　throat　with　dry　aching　So　the　witnesses　first　then。　I　mapped　it　out　in　my　head。　I　was　in　the　middle　of　the　room；　the　furthest　row　in　the　back。　I　would　take　my　right　side　first。　I　could　snap　four　or　five　of　their　necks　per　second；　I　estimated。　It　would　not　be　noisy。　The　right　side　would　be　the　lucky　side；　they　would　not　see　me　ing。　Moving　around　the　front　and　back　up　the　left　side；　it　would　take　me；　at　most；　five　seconds　to　end　every　life　in　this　room。　Long　enough　for　Bella　Swan　to　see；　briefly；　what　was　ing　for　her。　Long　enough　for　her　to　feel　fear。　Long　enough；　maybe；　if　shock　didn　t　freeze　her　in　place；　for　her　to　work　up　a　scream。　One　soft　scream　that　would　not　bring　anyone　running。　I　took　a　deep　breath；　and　the　scent　was　a　fire　that　raced　through　my　dry　veins；　burning　out　from　my　chest　to　consume　every　better　impulse　that　I　was　capable　of。　She　was　just　turning　now。　me。　In　a　few　seconds；　she　would　sit　down　inches　away　from　The　monster　in　my　head　smiled　in　anticipation。　Someone　slammed　shut　a　folder　on　my　left。　I　didn　t　look　up　to　see　which　of　the　doomed　humans　it　was。　But　the　motion　sent　a　wave　of　ordinary；　unscented　air　wafting　across　my　face。　For　one　short　second；　I　was　able　to　think　clearly。　two　faces　in　my　head；　side　by　side。　In　that　precious　second；　I　saw　One　was　mine；　or　rather　had　been：　the　redeyed　monster　that　had　killed　so　many　people　that　I　d　stop　counting　their　numbers。　Rationalized；　justified　murders。　A　killer　of　killers；　a　killer　of　other；　less　powerful　monsters。　It　was　a　god　plex；　I　acknowledged　that　deciding　who　deserved　a　death　sentence。　It　was　a　promise　with　myself。　I　had　fed　on　human　blood；　but　only　by　the　loosest　definition。　My　victims　were；　in　their　various　dark　pastimes；　barely　more　human　than　I　was。　The　other　face　was　Carlisle　s。　There　was　no　resemblance　between　the　two　faces。　night。　They　were　bright　day　and　blackest　There　was　no　reason　for　there　to　be　a　resemblance。　Carlisle　was　not　my　father　in　the　basic　biological　sense。　We　shared　no　mon