Dead of night Hunting

During the night, nothing seeed to shine it was like a crazy sun, when it sparkled over and endless routine, infact Edward, and hunting, that was an endless routine, but when day breaks, and the night stray, and the night ends and the day begins, when day apprently fakes a pathetic existance, and night usally smiled in it's face, so Edward belived ther was also more, when the day could expload and the nigh would die, that was something he never wished to happen, it would mean nothing, like the sun was covered in mud although,

of course no one belives it's possible for the sun to hide, Edward had seen the eclipse, seen various phases he moved amougst the trees and mutterd "Oh sun, you are such a fool, don't you know?, Children who are forced to sleep by fairy tales" he sighed out of habbit, what more was there to it, what do you live for if you live forever, it was and nspoken question, the answer was known yet, Edward choose not to listen, much damage could be done, he then dashed through the woods this way and that darting in and out of trees, the scent of what smelt to be a unicorn, possibly a deer, he hoped t was a deer, though it could be unlikly, he latched onto the scent his eyes where dark a black abyss of thirst and hunger of blood, he needed blood, and he doubted he could ever quell such a thirst