[General Pov]
"Hello Bruce, I can see that you were hunting in the middle of the night. You know that Mom hates it when you do that, she's definitely going to ground you." The other young man, who had the deer on his back, hears what the first one says but doesn't seem to care. After a brief pause, he turns and continues walking towards the kitchen.
[Main Pov]
Today's hunt was really good. I was able to hunt a beautiful deer, and I love hunting. I feel more connected with myself and nature. The reason I feel this way must be because hunger has always been with me, and to avoid starvation, I had to go hunting. But in a big city, the animals I could hunt were limited.
In fact, a good part of my diet consisted of pigeons, rats, and ants. I hated having to eat that, but when we're starving, our taste buds become much simpler.
The ghosts that haunted me so much in my old life still haunt me today. Every day, I have nightmares about my old life, and I fear that everything I'm experiencing is just a dream, and that I'll wake up in the gutter where I used to sleep. I'm afraid that this is just my delusion.
What's interesting is that, even many years after my birth, I'm still afraid that this isn't real. Here, in this new world, I have a bed to sleep in, a house to live in, and even a family, things I never thought I'd have one day.
Tonight, I'll be able to enjoy a good venison steak, and that really makes me happy. Oh, and by the way, it seems that the world I ended up in is a fictional world. If I'm not mistaken, it's the world of Twilight.
I think about it as I finally arrive in the kitchen. I look at the shiny walls and can see my reflection. That's why I think I'm in Twilight. I can see in the mirror one of the most boring and irritating people from my past life: Edward Cullen, born as Edward Anthony Masen Jr. That's the face I see when looking at the reflection on the wall. In reality, Edward is my twin brother. Fortunately, the teenage depressive revolt isn't contagious. Surprisingly, he's even cool. Apparently, the years as a vampire made him that depressive and rebellious being we can see in the movies, or at least that's what people told me. I look nostalgically at my hands with a bit of blood and think about the years I've been here.
I was born on July 20, 1901, in Chicago, Illinois. That means I've been in this world for 14 years. I remember everything that happened to me since my birth here, everything. My memory is practically perfect. When I was born here, I was happy. I knew I could eat and have a much happier and more human life than I had ever imagined in the past. And that was real.
Edward's family is a rich family from Illinois. His father is one of the state's big lawyers. I knew Edward's father was important, but I didn't know even the governor would come to my and Edward's birthday. I find that ironic. In my past life, I wasn't even allowed on the governor's sidewalk. But, here, he comes to visit me on all my birthdays
Like any good politician, he tries to score some social points with my father and his prodigious children: Edward, with his great musical talent and perfect grades in school, and me, with perfect grades and an unusual talent for sports. I know the world I was born into and understand its hidden dangers. While I may have been happy to be born here, I also understand the dangers. Although I never had the right to go to the cinema or places like that, I have always been a listener and learned many details about this world.
Knowing the dangers that await me if I become a vampire or something similar, I have been training my body every day since it was safe to do so. I know that excess and haste are enemies in building fighting and physical skills. My training began at the age of 3, doing small jumps to improve my muscle tone, with a diet always rich in vegetables and legumes.
I'm only 14 years old, but some have already hailed me as the boxing genius of the century. I have become a great boxer. If we use modern standards, I could be considered an amateur athlete, a feat that could be considered genius in the future because of my age. However, we are still in 1915, and much of the modern knowledge of fighting does not even exist, and some misconceptions are still considered truths. In other words, I am considered a monster in boxing. I tried to start training in other fighting styles, but they proved to be less effective due to the limitation of the teachers available to me.
A bad boxing teacher might be able to teach you something, but a bad Jiu-jitsu, Krav Maga or Kung Fu teacher is another story and requires much more. However, even with those limitations, I still managed to learn the basics of those arts and some others, and I also learned how to hunt with some indigenous clans that taught me a lot.
Suddenly, a noise beside me interrupts my thoughts. I look to the source of the sound and see a beautiful woman with bronze-colored hair like mine and green eyes, also like mine, standing there with her arms crossed. The woman, in this case, is my mother, and her anger is evident in her breathing. I know I'm screwed because I've been so lost in thought about my past that I forgot my mother could wake up.
I know how much she hates and worries about my hunts, especially the ones I do at night...
To be continued.