Midnight Sun(5)

As her foot touched the ground, her eyes slid toward me, a movement she clearly meant to be stealthy.
Her glance met mine, and I saw myself reflected in the wide mirror of her eyes.
The shock of the face I saw there saved her life for a few thorny moments.
She didn't make it easier. When she processed the expression on my face, blood flooded her cheeks
again, turning her skin the most delicious color I'd ever seen. The scent was a thick haze in my brain. I
could barely think through it. My thoughts raged, resisting control, incoherent.
She walked more quickly now, as if she understood the need to escape. Her haste made her clumsy-she
tripped and stumbled forward, almost falling into the girl seated in front of me. Vulnerable, weak. Even
more than usual for a human.
I tried to focus on the face I'd seen in her eyes, a face I recognized with revulsion.
The face of the monster in me-the face I'd beaten back with decades of effort and uncompromising
discipline. How easily it sprang to the surface now!
The scent swirled around me again, scattering my thoughts and nearly propelling me out of my seat.
No.
My hand gripped under the edge of the table as I tried to hold myself in my chair.
The wood was not up to the task. My hand crushed through the strut and came away with a palm full of
splintered pulp, leaving the shape of my fingers carved into the remaining wood.
Destroy evidence. That was a fundamental rule. I quickly pulverized the edges of the shape with my
fingertips, leaving nothing but a ragged hole and a pile of shavings on the floor, which I scattered with
my foot.
Destroy evidence. Collateral damage....
I knew what had to happen now. The girl would have to come sit beside me, and I would have to kill her.
The innocent bystanders in this classroom, eighteen other children and one man, could not be allowed
to leave this room, having seen what they would soon see.
I flinched at the thought of what I must do. Even at my very worst, I had never committed this kind of
atrocity. I had never killed innocents, not in over eight decades.
And now I planned to slaughter twenty of them at once.
The face of the monster in the mirror mocked me.
Even as part of me shuddered away from the monster, another part was planning it.
If I killed the girl first, I would have only fifteen or twenty seconds with her before the humans in the
room would react. Maybe a little bit longer, if at first they did not realize what I was doing. She would
not have time to scream or feel pain; I would not kill her cruelly. That much I could give this stranger
with her horribly desirable blood.
But then I would have to stop them from escaping. I wouldn't have to worry about the windows, too
high up and small to provide an escape for anyone. Just the door-block that and they were trapped.
It would be slower and more difficult, trying to take them all down when they were panicked and
scrambling, moving in chaos. Not impossible, but there would be much more noise. Time for lots of
screaming. Someone would hear...and I'd be forced to kill even more innocents in this black hour.
And her blood would cool, while I murdered the others.
The scent punished me, closing my throat with dry aching...
So the witnesses first then.
I mapped it out in my head. I was in the middle of the room, the furthest row in the back. I would take
my right side first. I could snap four or five of their necks per second, I estimated. It would not be noisy.
The right side would be the lucky side; they would not see me coming. Moving around the front and
back up the left side, it would take me, at most, five seconds to end every life in this room.
Long enough for Bella Swan to see, briefly, what was coming for her. Long enough for her to feel fear.
Long enough, maybe, if shock didn't freeze her in place, for her to work up a scream. One soft scream
that would not bring anyone running.
I took a deep breath, and the scent was a fire that raced through my dry veins, burning out from my
chest to consume every better impulse that I was capable of. She was just turning now. In a few
seconds, she would sit down inches away from me.
The monster in my head smiled in anticipation.
Someone slammed shut a folder on my left. I didn't look up to see which of the doomed humans it was.
But the motion sent a wave of ordinary, unscented air wafting across my face.
For one short second, I was able to think clearly. In that precious second, I saw two faces in my head,
side by side.
One was mine, or rather had been: the red-eyed monster that had killed so many people that I'd stop
counting their numbers. Rationalized, justified murders. A killer of killers, a killer of other, less powerful
monsters. It was a god complex, I acknowledged that-deciding who deserved a death sentence. It was a
compromise with myself. I had fed on human blood, but only by the loosest definition. My victims were,
in their various dark pastimes, barely more human than I was.