Biology was only interesting the first six times around. I wasn't sure if I could endure another year of it, another year of stifling high school.

There wasn't much change this year from last, except for the new arrival of course. Police chief Swan's daughter had moved to Forks. Bella, not Isabella (as she had already corrected everyone that introduced themselves) Swan was the newest distraction.

My first sight of her in person was at lunch, although by that point I had already endured the extreme displeasure of seeing and hearing about her in the minds of every male in the student population. Human boys were so predictable, so crude in their fantasies.

I had glanced over to her from across the lunchroom. I'd caught her looking at me. At first, I assumed she was attracted to the "single Cullen." It wasn't that I was full of myself; it was just that my features, my look-it enticed humans. Most of the females at the school, students and staff, had made their attraction vividly clear. I had lost count of how many uncomfortable moments I'd endured caused by both their thoughts and words.

At first I assumed she was sure to be just like the rest of them, but quickly realized there was one big difference.

I couldn't hear her thoughts-at all. It was quite unnerving and beyond frustrating. I was so used to having that advantage. Why her? What had caused such an anomaly? Most likely, I would never get the chance to find out…

My thoughts were cut short as the bell rang.

Sighing softly, I came back to the present moment. Mr. Banner was walking in. Behind him was Bella Swan. The only open seat in the room was next to me. Ok, so maybe I would get the chance to get in her head at some point this year, even if I did have to stoop to verbal communication. Just the thought made me feel so regular.

I watched as she handed Mr. Banner some papers. As she did so, her body shifted and moved under the vent in the ceiling. The warm air rushed over her form and right into me. Her scent exploded around me, engulfing me.

In that moment I felt like the air had been knocked from lungs; the force of her scent devastated me. In that moment I was transformed; my carefully formed façade broke away, and when only moments ago I had felt so regular, I was now unrecognizable.

I was a predator.

I felt my eyes dilate, becoming orbs of hard black slate. No one else was in that room anymore; my eyes were transfixed on only her, boring into the exposed flesh of her neck. My thought process stilled, fixated only on one thing: the smell of her blood. Its bouquet pierced my throat with thirst, more intense then I'd ever felt. Swallowing barbed-wire would have been more comfortable than what I was experiencing now.

I rejoiced at the grave misfortune of Bella Swan as she slowly headed to the empty seat next to me. She raised her eyes to me for but a moment and caught my unearthly, demonic glare and quickly lowered her eyes, stumbling to the chair.

I sensed her fear, then embarrassment. I didn't care; it was as if she was offering herself up to me, a lamb to the slaughter. And I couldn't have been happier; lost in the haze of bloodlust that I was. I was so vividly aware of her. I heard her pulse quicken, the blood pounding in her veins. I heard her breath cut short. I saw the pale skin of her cheeks turn deep and warm as her hot blood pooled beneath them. It was too much, I couldn't resist her anymore. Inside me, the monster's instincts were screaming to be let loose, to accomplish its only want, its only need: drink her sweet blood.

Drain her!

Something inside me; a small, nearly non-existent part of me paused.

Not here, not now…

I grabbed the edge of the table with my hands, my tendons straining under my white skin. She sat next to me, letting her hair fall between us. Again her scent hit me, I stifled a groan. My throat, my body, ached with want. This thirst was going to betray me and my family.

I didn't even care.

I closed my eyes and saw it all. I would have her, but I could wait. This gift was too precious, too rare. I wanted to take my time with her, no need to rush. My mind envisioned her body, so breakable and warm, as I held her tightly against me. I saw myself gently placing her hair aside, exposing her neck. My hand would cover her trembling, soft lips as she let out a muffled cry. Maybe she would beg for me to stop, or try to fight me. I smirked; that would only make it more enjoyable, fear heightened everything. And when I bit into her tender skin, I would let her sweet, intoxicating pulse fill my mouth and run down my throat, extinguishing the fire that burned there. What I wouldn't give to have it last forever.

As I sat, fantasizing about what she tasted like, a tiny flicker of guilt lit inside me.

Angrily, I blew it out, instead focusing on her and her mouthwatering scent, while Mr. Banner droned on…

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer and I don't own Twilight. Edward on the other hand...ahhh...hey a girl can dream right?