As I leaned against an old, crooked oak tree, I caught sight of the thin tendrils of smoke curling up out of Leah and Jacob’s little cottage just on the other side of my property wall. With my keen sense of smell, I could tell she was cooking, something that Jacob raved about on many occasion. To me, it simply smelled like a wood-burning stove. My attraction to human food was long gone, and I wasn’t sure I missed it. Or maybe I just couldn’t remember that far back to when I’d liked it.
Glancing down at myself, I made sure my hunt had stayed a clean one. I remembered a time when clothes had been destroyed, I’d been covered in blood, and I could go nowhere near a human. But it had been so long that I could get it done without much fuss. Tonight, it was a moose and a black bear. And as far as humans were concerned, the draw was there, just not the desire. Their blood was sweet, taunting, but their thoughts were complex, filled with memories of family, friends, and lovers. Ending that would drive me insane, and at one point, it almost did.
Sweet Jesus, Edward…you’re killing me tonight. All this morose nostalgia. What the hell?