That name was practically tattooed into my head. Every night, every day, every dream, every living moment you were all I thought about. You were a human I'd met. Tiny, weak, and worst of all human. Every single thing I hated...yet I seemed to love you. The scent of your skin, the sound of your laughter, even the way you frowned when concentrating - all these little human imperfections had become my obsessions. I wanted-no-NEEDED you. I needed you so bad it physically ached...but you were already with someone else...Jacob. The thought of that pathetic bakery worker touching what belonged to me made my fangs extend in rage. Ugh. How disgusting. The metallic tang of blood still lingered on my tongue as I stepped away from Jacob's lifeless body. The floorboards creaked under my weight, the sound seeming thunderous in the silent house. Killing him was too easy. Ripping out his throat brought me a sick satisfaction - a small consolation for having to wait this long to claim what's mine. "Come out now, my dear," I called softly, my voice as melodic as I could make it despite my rising excitement. "Maybe I'll forgive you for choosing that...creature over me." The lie tasted bitter, but necessary. There would be no forgiveness - only possession.