I was sixteen, sat up on the roof, hugging my legs tightly as I stared at the view ahead of me. I watched from afar as people lived their normal lives in the city with their loving families, nice homes to go back to at the end of the day while I was stuck here. I rested my chin on my knees, feeling the tears thicken in my eyes. I dug my fingernails into the sides of my legs, gritting my teeth as I tried not to scream out in annoyance. I hated being here in this house far from society, from other people, new people. I wanted to go there, just for a day and experience living a normal life.
Suddenly my thoughts were dragged back to this house when a loud knock came from my bedroom door through the open window. I ignored it, rolling my eyes as I continued to stare in front of me. Even though I was jealous of these people, this view would always calm me, however angry I was. And sometimes it would even stop me from what I was made to do. I shuddered at the thought and tried focusing on the view ahead. Then a shout came from outside my bedroom door, my ‘brother’.
“Tea, you slut!” Jake called, laughing at himself. I rested my forehead on my knees, squeezing my eyes shut as he cussed at me through the door when I didn’t answer.
“Fine!” I eventually shouted back, my voice filling the fields surrounding this house.
“You’re on the roof again, aren’t you? That’s it, I’m telling dad!” he called before loud footsteps echoed away.
My blood ran cold at the thought of my bedroom window being locked again. My ‘dad’, Nick, had locked it for a month once after he found out about my time spent on the roof. He thought I was drinking or getting stoned up here. He had no idea.
That was the worst month of my life, not having the time to myself up here. I was getting so desperate that I tried climbing out of Jake’s bedroom window, but he walked in just as I was getting out, most of my body on the roof with only my leg dangling. He grabbed hold of my ankle and started shaking me. That’s when I lost my balance. My grip on the tiles of the roof slipped and I fell backwards, my back crashing onto the porch roof. I remember rolling off of it, landing heavily outside the front door. Jake told my so called mum, Eva, and Nick that I slipped trying to climb onto the roof again. Nick went mad and hit me.
That’s when I realised I healed overnight. By the morning, the dark mark he gave me on my arm had gone. I kept it a secret, first believing that maybe he hadn’t have hit me so hard, but it doesn’t take a genius to connect it to what I am, my urge to suck blood.
I quickly shuffled to the edge of the roof, dangling my legs over as I felt around for the window pain. I turned around, resting on my front as I slowly pushed myself off of the roof, balancing on the plastic pain, the only thing stopping me from falling. I crouched down, trying to squeeze through my open bedroom window as I kept my grip on the edge of the roof. Daggers ran down my spine as I heard Nick shout loudly as Jake grassed me up. I swallowed hard, a lump rising in my throat. I clambered out of the window, crashing onto the floor below. I quickly scrabbled to my feet, going to pull the window shut with my shaking hands. But I barely pulled it down half way before my bedroom door flew open. I spun around, stepping back as Nick marched into the room.
“What did I tell you about going up there?” he boomed, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me harshly. His spit sprayed my face as I stared up at his red face. But he didn’t let me answer his question. “Why are you such an idiot, Rosalie?!”
That hit me hard. I felt as though I’d been kicked repeatedly in the stomach. My real father would never have spoken to me like that. I could feel tears pricking my eyes as anger coursed through me. I had that familiar tingling feeling. The last time I felt this I had seen Jake’s pet hamster and couldn’t stop myself from sucking the animal dry of all blood. But this time I wanted more; animal blood wasn’t enough. I wanted human blood.
I could hear Nick’s heart pumping his blood through his body, so inviting, so warm.
“When I tell you never to go up there again, you do as you’re told!” Nick’s voice screamed at me. He was still shaking me, his fingertips digging into my shoulders.
I’d suddenly had enough. I pulled my arm back, smashing my fist into his stomach. He clutched his stomach, grunting in pain. I watched his head shoot up, angry eyes glaring at me, making me feel scared, vulnerable.
“You little bitch,” he spat before lunging at me.
He grabbed my throat, forcing me up against the window behind. My head banged against the glass, the pane digging into my back. I scratched at his hand around my neck, my muscles in my body stretching as my strength grew. His breath was sharp, bitter against my face. I wanted to hurt him more and more. I kneed him hard in the stomach, knowing that’s his weak point after the first hit. I breathed out as he stepped back, wrapping his muscled arms around his stomach. His head was bowed as he bent his back, grunting in pain. Before he could do anything else, I grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to stand up straight. Shock spread over his face as I slammed my fist into his jaw. He stumbled back until he fell onto my bed, the springs of the mattress groaning in agony as did Nick. And I was glad. But I wanted more from him. I barely even touched him compared to what I’ve done to animals in the past.
I dashed over to Nick in less than a second, suddenly on top of him, straddling him. I punched him repeatedly in the face, smirking as I beat him, harder, harder, harder. His body grew tense under mine as he screamed out, squirming around between my legs.
“You deserve this, all of this. I hate you. I hate you!” I screamed down to him, hitting him violently in the face. The door behind me suddenly swung open, slamming into the wall. I shot my head around as Jake burst into the door. He opened his mouth to shout, but I jumped off of Nick, darting over to Jake. I grabbed the front of his shirt, pinning him up against the wall next to the door.
“Get off me you bitch!” he screamed, pushing hard against my shoulders. I shook him violently, his head banging against the wall behind. Then Eva’s scream pierced into the room. She ran in, passing us as she dashed over to her husband lying on my bed. I kept Jake against the wall, feeling his blood course around his body. I stared down at his neck as Eva started sobbing, but it was faint as I thought about the blood, the taste, the way it runs down my throat.
“What have you done?” Eva screamed.
I spun around, letting go of Jake. He quickly ran over to his parents, sobbing quietly, his face drained of colour. Eva was sat on my bed, her husband’s marked head lying on her lap. Hideous bruises covered Nick’s face as a small groan escaped his mouth before he coughed violently. Jake was curled up at the end of the bed, avoiding looking me in the eye. I stood there, staring at each one of them. I’d never felt this violent, the urge never this big. I hadn’t hit anyone that hard before. My hands shook beside me, my body trembling as I leaned against the wall behind me.
I’d ruined everything. The only place I could call home was gone. I knew that as I looked at each one of them, their petrified faces staring back at me. I wasn’t welcome here anymore. But then darkness covered me, like a shadow had been cast over me. Anger rose inside of me suddenly. I clenched my fists by my sides as I gritted my teeth. I was glad. I hated this place. I hated them.
“You deserve it. I could have killed him if that idiot hadn’t stopped me!” I pointed to Jake, staring straight at him. He cowered away, burying his head into his knees. “I would have happily had killed him!” I spat. I didn’t recognise my voice anymore. It was deep, sending shivers over my body.
Eva gasped as Jake looked back up at me. Then that smell, all of their bloods mixed together in one scent flowing up my nostrils. I sniffled loudly, the urge so strong. But I forced myself to step back from them until I was pressed against the wall. I needed to go.
But before I could, I dashed over to the chest of drawers by the window. Eva wrapped an arm around Jake as I grabbed a back pack, wrenching it open. I pulled open the drawers, grasping any clothes I could before I took something off of the top, a framed picture of me and my family, my real family. I shoved it in the bag with the clothes and zipped it back up, swinging it onto my back. I turned back around, dashing over to the door before I could do anymore harm.
I ran down the stairs, my legs moving faster than ever before. I was surprised I didn’t trip. I dashed out of the door, my bag hitting my back with every step I took towards the big city, where Niall was.
Niall, my first love. The aching in my legs eased slightly as I thought about him, the way his accent always manages to make me laugh, however angry I am. I wanted this urge to go away. I needed to speak to him.
The grass grew higher as I shot through the fields, shoving myself through the wave of grass. I’ve never ran this far before. I felt like The Flash, shooting through the fields. I couldn’t control my speed, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get as far away from this house and that family as possible. My breaths were sharp as I sped up, feeling a pair of eyes on me the whole time. Goosebumps rose on my skin even though the low sun was still in the sky, a warm breeze flowing around me. But the eyes never let go of me, ever since the night of my parents’ death.
All of a sudden a figure appeared in front of me. I tried stopping, flinging my arms over my eyes as I grew closer to the figure. I braced myself, unable to control my speed as I waited to crash into it. But I didn’t. I finally stopped completely, peering over my forearm. The field was empty. I looked around frantically, my body shaking violently. No one was there. I was the only person in the field. Just then a whisper appeared from behind me. I spun around, my jaw tense as fear took over my body.
“Rosalie,” it whispered.
I ran my hands through my knotted hair, my eyes darting about around me.
“H-hello?” I called out shakily. The warm breeze carried another whisper calling my name, but as the whispers grew on, the tone of the voice grew deeper until it screamed from behind me.
My body froze, instantly recognising the voice. My fists were clenched by my sides, anger rising inside me again. I turned around slowly and became face to face with what I expected. Samuel.
“Hey,” he growled, his casualness making me want to lash out.
I raised my fist, ready to punch him hard in the face, but his body suddenly disappeared in front of my eyes. Then his voice appeared behind me. I turned around, swinging my fist around, but he faded away again. His laughter spun around me, encircling me uncomfortably.
“Fuck off!” I screamed, trying to face the voice but it always moved before I could.
“That’s no way to speak to an old friend is it?” he said from around me. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Your mother wouldn’t appreciate it.” Laughter encircled me again, anger raging inside of me. But then a pain shot through my body, like a claw was wrapped around my heart, squeezing tight. I fell to my knees, my muscles ripping apart.
“No!” I said. “Leave me alone. Stop this. I don’t like it!” I buried my face in my hands, feeling as if a demon was taking over me.
“Never.” That voice, I hated it. My head shot up from my hands to find Samuel stood over me. His back was straight, his chest stuck out as he glared down at me. “It will always be with you, this curse.”
“I’ll do anything, just stop this. Please,” I begged, staring up at him with tear-filled eyes. A loud sob burst from my mouth as I hung my head, my lungs feeling as though they’ll explode. “I’ll go. I’ll run, get as far away as I can. Anything, I’ll do anything!”
“You can never run from this, Rosalie.”
My head suddenly shot up, staring into his dark, deep eyes. The beast had exploded inside of me, controlling me from the inside. I was its puppet now. I felt unstoppable.
“Watch me!” I spat, scrambling back up to my feet. I turned around and ran. My muscles ached, screaming out for me to stop, but I ignored it, picking up speed. I could feel Samuel’s eyes on my back as I tried getting away from him. I sped across the field in a matter of seconds, wind rushing past me as I ran faster than any human could possibly dream of.