I felt guilty.
I know, vampires feed on human blood, but I didn't know what to do anymore.

I had just killed an innocent teenaged girl. She was utterly beautiful. Astonishing blonde locks and a pale, freckled face.
Hunting. More like murdering.

Exhaling, I sped into the woods as far as I could so I could get away from any ambulances or police that would search the area for evidence.
I sat on a boulder, resting my elbows on my knees while I covered my face with my hands. I never realised how much I hated being a vampire until now.

I still wore a mouth warmer, sunglasses, and a beanie. Even if I were caught, no one would recognise me.

At least I looked like I was trying to warm myself up. It was the middle of December and it had snowed the night before.

"H-Hello..." I heard a soft male voice. It was soothing to me, but somehow familiar.
I didn't bother to look at who was talking, I just stared down at my bare feet. Pulling my black mouth warmer down, I mumbled, "What do you want?"
"I'm sorry to bother you, but do you know anything about the accident that happened earlier this afternoon?"
"Why do you care?" I asked in a gruff tone.
"I- Who are you?" He stammered.
"Listen, I don't have anything to do with-" I paused as I looked up at his face. "This incident..."

I'm sure his face matched the one on the picture. But I just needed to check...
I held the photograph up infront of him, then breathed, "I suppose you're Edward Cullen."
"That... That is my name," He stammered. "Yes, I am Edward Cullen. But who are you?"
I stood up, stuffing the picture back into my pocket.

"You don't get it, do you?" I hissed. "I don't want you here."
"Please. I'm looking for my girlfriend. She went missing..." And he trailed off as I started taking off my hat and sunglasses.
I didn't smile until my eyes met his. They were golden. And I just knew he was a vampire by the scent of him.
I was taken away by his appearance. Beautiful, silky bronze hair and a pale face.

He just stood there examining me. Then he finally whispered in his quietest voice, "Bella."
Wrapping his arm around me, he murmured, "I've missed you."
I felt weird. I didn't remember him. What would I tell him?

"Edward..." I said, letting go of him. "I don't remember you."
He stepped away, and all he could do was breathe a short gasp.