Where was Edward when Rosalie was attacked...?

As I silently walked down the deserted pavement I could hear men shouting in the distance. These slums could work to my advantage.

I sifted through the never-ending voices in my head, listening out for foul thoughts. But I soon realised there was no need for that; the men I had heard were foolishly making their way towards me. They were all heavily intoxicated, and only an alley-way away. I started imagining how easily I could snap their necks all in under a second; once they were dead I would be able to quench my never-ending thirst. No-one need ever know, especially not my father.

With my graceful and fast stride, my natural predator instinct tried to push me forward, to hunt. But my common sense told me to stay where I was, no matter how seductive my instincts felt at that moment. I turned into the alley-way on my right, which connected to the road with the men; I tried to decipher their thoughts. Surely one of them would make their way home through this passage, and if not I could surely catch one of them up.
But as I lingered on each of their minds, I realised they were gathered in that street, and they would not move for quite a while. As I turned the corner I saw there was a woman with them, I had not noticed her before.
"Please, Please Royce, don't do this to me." I heard the woman shriek, "Your drunk, don't do this to ..." The woman started screaming, the men were beating her continuously. The woman's clothing had been ripped off her body, scattered everywhere. I tried to block the mens thoughts. Most of them were enjoying themselves. The very thought of shredding a woman's dignity this way made me want to kill these men straight away. But I stopped myself just in time. What these men had coming to them, would have to wait.

I stayed where I was until they started to get bored and walk away, leaving the vulnerable woman behind. I had successfully blocked out the woman's thoughts. As if this was meant to be, one of the men started stumbling down the road towards the alley, right into my disgusted hands.

I believed this man truly deserved what was coming to him, at the time, and I was very thirsty...
I watched as the man's eyes widened as he saw my shimmering body; the moonlight had a very nice affect on the scene. Before the man could so much as take a last breath, my teeth were at his throat. I savagely sunk them into his rough skin. The sudden gush of warm blood was very fulfilling; I was very afraid of the predator living inside me, most of the time. But at moments like this, where I felt high on my sense of victory at catching my prey, I was very happy for the monster living inside my soul. No matter how contaminated my soul was.

Unconsciously, I had drained the body of every drop of blood; I quickly picked up the body and ran. My super-human speed got me into the middle of the forest in less than a minute. I found the shovel I kept here for times like these and dug a hole. As I buried the body, and my mind was free from desire, I yet again sifted through the thoughts of people nearby. Thankfully no-one had witnessed my attack.

One voice brought me back down to earth, I automatically froze. "Those bastards should not be allowed to get away with this. Rosalie Hale should not die this disgracefully...even the monster I am- the monster Edward thinks he is- would not be able to attack anyone like this..."

Those were the thoughts of a man I would respect forever. My father. Why did I do this? Was it worth all this guilt? My father will never think of me as his respectable son after my gruesome attack! I am truly a monster. No-one deserves to die like that man, no matter whatever they have done...

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