Jasper's Point of View

I could not resist. She was walking alone, off of the trail. I happened upon her when I was hunting, not a very acceptable situation.

"Hello," she said as she saw me. I could feel her level of fear rising. He heart rate started to climb.

"Well, hello," I said in a subdued voice that I saved for the luring in of humans. She unconsciously took a step away from me, but never took her eyes off mine. That step was all it took to set me off.

I lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. She let out a little yelp. I lowered my head to her neck. I could feel her pulse beating wildly.

"Sorry," I whispered before I plunged my teeth into her neck.

I felt the sweet blood pour into my mouth. Her struggles were becoming less severe. I drank faster, not wanting her to suffer.

When I was done, I looked down at her. She looked about fifteen and had dark curly hair. She was one of the palest humans I'd ever seen. Almost as pale as me. He face was relaxed. A small smile was painted on her face. That's how it always was. The humans realized they were going to die and stopped fighting it. They thought of the good things in life and ultimately, died happy.

It was then that I knew I made a mistake. My family would be furious. I buried the body and then went on the hunt for big game. Maybe if I devoured enough animal they wouldn't see the subtle pink in my eyes. It wasn't a very big girl, there was less blood inside her than in your average adult. It was more of a little snack than a meal.

I hunted nothing but large animals for the next two hours, and then made my way towards home.

I felt it as soon as I got near the house, an anger that was almost tangible. They couldn't know what I'd done. I had blocked my thoughts from Edward during my entire hunting trip, and Alice wouldn't know because I had made the decision right before I did it. Perhaps they were angry about something else.

I ran to the front door and then slowed. It was almost painful to be standing there. I could feel Edwards rage radiating through the walls. Before I had a chance to open it, Edward flung the door open.