My mother poured me a cup of deer blood, and put my pancakes onto a plate.
"Mom, I can't drink that, Jacob doesn't approve." I informed her. Jacob imprinted on me when I was a baby, which was only a year ago.
I am a half-breed vampire. Half human, half vampire. I grew unusually fast and now I look like a 13 year old even though I am only 2.
Jacob is a werewolf, the vampires' most hated enemy. But, grandpa Carlisle is a so called "Vegetarian" vampire and he trained my whole family to be like him. So Jacob's pack spared them and they created a treaty to keep peace between the coven and the tribe.
But, Jacob is still disgusted by the thought of us drinking blood.
"You need the blood. Even though you can live off human food for a while, you still have a craving for it. I can see it in your eyes." She said. I shrugged and pushed the glass of red liquid way from me. "Go wash your hands" she said rubbing my hair.
I jumped out of my chair and ran to the bathroom. I knocked on the door even though I was the only one that used it. I then scurried to the sink and washed my hands. As I washed I noticed that something was wrong with my eyes. My pupil was huge! I couldn't even see my usually golden-brown eyes.
"Mom!" I screamed running to the kitchen.
"What is it sweetie?" she asked.
"My pupil! We need to go see a doctor!" I was at this point crying.
She began to laugh.
"Mom this isn't funny!" I tried to convince her.
"Renesmee that's what happens when you're thirsty."
Thirsty…
I thought of the word and an aching pain started in my throat and chest. My mom seemed to notice and she held me tight.
"You see." She laughed.
"But I am half human what will it do to me if I drink it?" I asked. I looked at the glass and sniffed the air. It smelt so good.
"If you have the pain and the craving you should be built to drink it." She handed me the glass.
I took a sip….
It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. It was a mix of all my favorite foods and drinks.
Pepsi, tea, grape juice, popcorn, steak, pizza, ice-cream, cherries, cotton candy, chicken, French fries, buttered toast, strawberries, and even apples!
But it didn't taste gross like it would have if you had really mixed it together.
It went through the flavor one at a time at intense speed.
I then chugged the entire glass down.
"What do you think?" she asked, laughing at what I think was my expression.
"Wow…" was all I managed to say.