Day: January 19, 2005
Time of Day: Early morning
Location: Denali, Alaska
Characters Involved: Edward; Tanya; Kate; Eleazar; Irina; Carmen
Status: Complete

The Volvo's headlights illuminated a thin strip of road, its tires rolling quickly over packed snow and ice. A less experienced driver would have careened into a ditch by this point: the car pitched forward at over 200 miles per hour, cutting past the snow-covered silhouettes of trees and rock formations. Denali, Alaska had a bleak sort of beauty; its stark white atmosphere was in direct contrast with the greenery of Forks, and at the moment, that was exactly what I preferred.

I wanted snow drifts, hills, and banks; I wanted ice covered roads, and desolate tundra, and the eerie presence of the midnight sun. They were preferable to stagnant puddles of rain, and fog that never quite dissipated, and air that was always heavy with moisture. They were preferable to Bella Swan.

Even now, the effervescent perfume of her blood seemed to cling to the insides of my nostrils, my lungs; even now, I could close my eyes and envision the smooth white line of her throat. Everything about her had been hastily committed to memory: the sweet-smelling sheath of her hair; the soft curve of her clavicle; the way her breasts swelled becomingly beneath her shirt...

May I interject, for a moment? the monster interrupted, his grinning face -- a grotesque, red-eyed interpretation of my own -- overtaking Bella's. I feel the need to point out that your observations have little to do with the Swan girl's blood. It's becoming easy to forget, what with your wistful recollection surrounding her breasts, that you, yourself, aren't hot blooded.

Shut up, I muttered internally in response, my hands tightening around the steering wheel as I did so. I don't need or desire your input. Furthermore, I refuse to sit here talking to myself.

Do you? the monster persisted, his fiery eyes burning holes into the mental image I'd formed of Bella. In moments only he remained, a testament of my growing insanity: his grin had melted into a primal contortion of teeth, and his lips were smeared with dried blood. Isn't that exactly what you're doing, though, Edward? Talking to yourself? Because whether you're willing to admit it or not, you and I are more alike than you think we are.

I fumbled blindly for the button that controlled the driver's side window. A gust of wintry air burst into the car, and the monster's image dissolved against its monotonous roar. It was nearly impossible to think with the wind rushing through the car's interior and drowning out my thoughts. Even the memory of Bella's scent was powerless against the clean, glacial air; and the more I wound the Volvo around sharp turns and over abandoned bridges, the more I began to think I could defeat my hunger for her. The more distance I put between us, the easier it got; the less I thought of her tantalizing blood and the expanse of her translucent skin, it became harder to remember what had driven me to Denali in the first place. It was a false sense of comfort, I knew, brought upon by the over stimulation of my senses. There was no way I could distract myself forever.

I took another deep breath as I eased the car into a driveway slicked with a sheet of ice. From between snow banks that jutted toward the sky peeked a large home I'd frequented too many times to count -- the residence of my second family, the Denali clan. My residence, for as long as I wished it. I closed my eyes warily, and the snowflakes that had danced before them when they'd been open continued to do so behind my lids.

So much had changed in a mere 24 hour time frame; so much, despite my resistance toward change, would never be the same. I opened my eyes reluctantly, allowing them a moment to readjust against the blinding light. Emerging from the desolate white plain was a figure with exaggerated curves, golden eyes, and strawberry blonde waves that cascaded down her back.

Tanya.

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