New Moon: Edwards Story
I didnt even bother running. Time meant nothing to me anymore. Not that it had meant much before this. Now it seemed like a burden; a constant pressure against me, pushing me forward even though I felt too tired to move. And exhaustion was never something a vampire encountered.
I was hollow. My heart had stopped beating little less than a century ago, yes. But now it wasnt there at all. There was a hole, of sorts. And each time her beautiful face filled my mind, that hole burst into flames. The pain I had felt in my throat when I smelled her would have been gladly welcomed compared to this tearing, ripping, scorching I felt now in my chest.
That face. Every fiber of my being yearned to see it again. A force seemed to pull me toward her. Yet I worked against it, fighting every hour. This was good for her. She was safe now. Safe from danger, harm, pain. Safe from me.
I drug my feet across the dirt. Tracking was becoming more and more frustrating.