I was cold, colder than I‘d ever been before. It was a feeling unlike any other, it was a cold that penetrated my entire body. “Is this what death feels like?” I wondered. “What’s wrong with me?” I said the words aloud as I awoke to darkness. The only light came from a small candle sitting in the middle of the table. The light flickered as the flame danced in the slight breeze that came through the open glass door, giving the illusion of shadowy figures moving across the walls. I felt like I never felt before…I felt so, so alive. I could run across the world at unthinkable speeds, or fly higher than any plane has ever flown if I so wished. I was immortal and I was powerful. My senses were heightened and my mind was clear. I didn’t need anything or anyone. The only thing I needed was to fill the hunger that filled me. I needed flesh. I would hunt. I would kill. I would do whatever I had to in order to fill this hunger. I could smell my prey before I even saw it laying on the table. I walked slowly toward my unsuspecting victim and I wondered if this was a sacrifice to keep me from hunting the innocent. I didn’t care. I just knew that tonight, my hunger would be filled.

I picked my victim up easily and held it with both hands. “You don’t know how fragile you are.” I whispered. “I could crush you between my fingers or tear you apart and fling your dead flesh across the room if I wanted to.” I smiled. “You don’t know how hard I have to control myself so I don’t devour you bite by bite.”

Slowly I began to squeeze my hands into the flesh of my prey. It offered no resistance as the thick red liquid began to run between my fingers. I licked the dark liquid from my fingertips, then I looked at my prey lying broken in my hands. I couldn’t resist my hunger any longer. I bit into the dead flesh and began to devour it.

Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light. I closed my eyes and yelled as I felt my body began to burn in the bright light. As my body burned I heard the voice of God.

“What are you doing?” God asked.

“I’m sorry Father!” I cried, thinking something was just not right, but I couldn’t figure out what it was.

“What the hell is wrong with you?“ At that moment I realized that God sounded a lot like my sister. I opened my eyes and saw that I was in fact talking to my sister and not to God. “Why are you sitting in the dark, eating a hamburger with ketchup all over your hands?”

I looked at my sister, then looked at the crushed hamburger in my hands and answered. “I…ah…I was having a Twilight moment.”

She rolled her eye and said, "Sometimes, I worry about you."