Andrea glided smoothly over the sidewalk, breathing in the scent of the rain which was soon to come. She glanced up at the completely overcast sky with her blood red eyes, curling her black-nailed fingers over the strap of her new leather purse. It had been a gift from herself for what she liked to call her "blood day", the day she became a vampire, which had just passed. She narrowed her eyes. There weren't many people walking in La Push today, which was strange--you would think the nice, not rainy weather would attract several. But Andrea didn't mind. She preferred it when there weren't many. Less minds were fluttering through hers, and she silenced the few that were. Her ability to manipulate the minds of the humans around her always proved useful.

As she walked, she thought. She thought about what she would do now she was in Forks, and in proximity of all these humans. She was thirsty by now. Yet, something told her she shouldn't feed off of humans at this point. Ultimately, she decided to do as those Cullens did and hunt in the mountains over the weekend. No one would miss her. Her small home at the edge of La Push was never full. Though Andrea liked being alone, she was feeling rather lonely recently. She needed a non-vegetarian vampire to talk to. That was obvious.

Really, Andrea hated hiding herself. She wished she still had a hand in the simplistic life of a human instead of being forced to mask herself like one. She wasn't human, and she had grown to accept that fact. That didn't make it any better, though.