Only My Imagination
Preface
A/N So, this is the preface for my new story! I've been working on it for a very long time now, and I'm excited for it! I would also absolutely appreciate a beta.
Bella's POV
It hit me like a wrecking ball. I felt like I was being taunted by the demons from hell. This scent washed over me and completely took over. I thought of how easy it would be to run downstairs, bite his neck and drain him before anyone could notice. Well, before he could notice. I'm sure the rest of my family would. My family. They would be so disappointed. I couldn't think about them though. It was just that scent. Just that boy, right downstairs. It was absolutely delicious. The venom pooling in my mouth was doing absolutely nothing. It didn't help that I needed to hunt. My throat burned like someone had lit a fire in it.
I ran to my open door and grabbed onto the knob. I squeezed it so hard it snapped right off. I held my breath, but the scent was lingering on my nose and my lips. I closed my eyes, as if it would help. I felt like screaming. No, I felt like killing the insignificant human who was less than a second away from me. I crumbled on the ground. I couldn't think with that damn scent! Absurdly, I thought this boy obviously came from hell, tracking me down so that I could suffer. I blamed him. It was silly to blame him, but I did anyway. I accidently opened my mouth and it hit me again. I wanted to scream out. It wasn't because of physical pain, but the emotional pain of having to resist. I had to resist, though. For my family. I know that no one wanted to leave so soon, and we'd have to if I killed the boy. I let these thoughts try to consume me but it was doing no good. The scent overcame them. It seemed as if hours had passed when it had been mere seconds.
I looked around for anything to distract me. Nothing, nothing at all. I could faintly make out what they were saying downstairs. With him. The evil scent. Oh, that scent. Just let it go away. I contemplated just going down there and doing it, killing him. It would ruin my clean sixty years, but oh, it would be worth it. Wouldn't it? Yes, I decided it would.
But could I live with myself if I killed an innocent? Was he innocent? Of course he was innocent. But for that first question, I wasn't so sure.
So, how was it? I know it was short, but I just wanted you to get a taste of what was coming ahead!
Next Update: December 24 (Christmas Eve!)
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