Post by edward cullen on Mar 7, 2009 22:35:42 GMT -5
edward anthony masen cullen !
! Tense silence filled the outside air as Edward hid among the trees, crouching close to the ground. His black eyes followed a small deer that was feeding on the brush in front of him. A snack was exactly what he needed and the animal fit the bill perfectly. It was healthy, good looking, a bit small.. but it was only a treat in between hunting trips. It didn't matter to him anyways. He could only focus on how animal's heart was pumping all that blood...
Craving blood was obviously something not unsual in a vampire but it still disgusted Edward that he had to be this monster. The only thing that eased his mind when it came to the "curse" was the fact of being a "vegetarian" vampire. Most humans ate deer and whatnot; there wasn't really a difference when the Cullens fed on just the animal's blood. It was more of a technical thing than a moral issue, in Ed's mind. He always took the logical path when it came to evaluating things. Perhaps it was a gift, or maybe yet another curse he was forced to endure for the rest of eternity. It was quite hard to tell when issues he wasn't prepared for revealed themselves.
A twig snapped beneath the deer's hoove, and at that moment, Edward took his chance to pounce. Gracefully he caught the animal's neck with his mouth; his momentum knocking them both to the forest floor. His venomous teeth sank into the jugular and a savory, sticky liquid filled his mouth. It didn't take long for the experienced vampire to finish off his meal, and he swiftly tossed the carcass aside for sacavengers who would pass through. Unlike his newborn self, his clothes were still perfectly pressed and white. His hair was a bit out of place, but with a quick twist of his wrist, it was fixed.
The vampire started home; refraining from running. The rainstorm of the night before had left the ground soft and springy, which entertained Edward slightly. Nature was something that intrigued the Cullen boy, no matter if it was so simple and something that he dealt with everyday. The quaint silence that usually accompanied it was enough for him to enjoy any day.
.