Hey y'all. My first Twilight fanfiction.
Disclaimer- All belongs to Meyer, 'cept the nurse- little it of imagination on my part-woot.
This is short as it's the prologue- I usually do about 3000/4000 words per chappie. Hope you enjoy it :)
'Patient 242 is rejecting aid. And the morphine doses aren't subduing her pain.' The short nurse told her superior. She looked around to ensure she hadn't been over heard by any of the other nurses in the intensive care ward.
For almost three days the old nurse had been watching, testing, prodding, and inquiring to help the young girl with her injuries, to no avail. The nurse, Melissa, had watched helplessly as the girl's screams continued, drowning out anything the doctors suggested. And then she had watched her shut down inside herself.
Personally, Melissa thought that there was nothing to be done, the tears at her leg, chest and astonishing amount of blood lost would ensure she would die. Animal attack. That's what the doctors assumed it was, though Melissa had never seen something so violent, without a trace of the animal left behind. Why, for a start, would an animal consider hunting near humans?
These attacks she had heard of, in forests; hunters going missing, trekkers, back packers… never school girls reading 'Wuthering Heights' in her bedroom.
The beautiful girl was dying, she knew it, the doctors knew it… and unfortunately her father knew it too.
Chief Swan, chief of police, had come screaming, almost as loud in his distress, as his daughter was in pain.
'Help her, you have to help her. Please.' He had put her on a bed, desperately trying to be gentle. And calling over four members of staff, including myself. 'She was attacked, I don't know how. She was screaming when I arrived home. Help her!' He grabbed hold of the nearest doctor and all but threw him at his daughter. The doctor looked at her in shock. 'Please!'
The next few hours were a flurry of blood transfusions and organ replacements, all of which her body rejected, wouldn't work with, and caused more complications. I was assigned to watch her, as I had been for the past three days, without leave, to report any changes, and development at all.
There had been one change in the last few hours. After a few hours of screaming names 'Edward, please!' with her arms flailing wildly in an attempt to grab the male, followed by 'Jacob, I need you.' The young boy had been sat with her father for a while, waiting outside, refusing to come in to see her, as distraught as her father had been. And then, she stopped.
Screaming stropped. Movement ceased. And to people watching her unaware of her pain, it would seem as if she was sleeping. Her heart, however, would say otherwise; beating erratically since the start, her temperature was dropping, then rising hinting a fever.
'There's nothing we can do for her, but wait. I would suggest you return to your station.' The doctor replied unfeelingly. Melissa disliked him, he wasn't a very good doctor, he knew as well as the entire staff did that if Dr Cullen were still here, he'd know what to do.
'She's not improving; I want to try anaesthetics again.' Melissa pleaded with him.
'There is not point using up resources if she will not respond to them.' He turned away. That was the end of the matter. She sighed and returned to her patient.
Silence. Complete silence. Something wasn't right. Surely the sound of her breathing would be heard, Melissa told herself. She peered through the circular window in the door leading to Bella's room. Nothing.
She threw the door open. The bed was empty. 'Bella?' She called into the blank room. 'She's gone !' she told herself, and turned to sound the alarm.
Blood red eyes.
Her teeth.
'Bella?' She took a step back. Bella enveloped her in her arms, pulled the woman's neck to the side. 'What… what are you doi-' She screamed.
Bella bit into her, holding her body tight to herself. The delicious warm liquid was exposed to her. She panted at the scent, beautiful. She sunk her teeth in deeper, and drank.
Heaven, Bella thought to herself. No, no, I can't… I shouldn't be doing this.
She tried to pull herself away, but the sight, scent and feel of the blood had aroused a power in her, a lust for more.
In the background, she could here alarms, and people running towards her room. She darted to the other side of the room, still clinging to her prey, not yet finished with the long dead woman.
The blood was losing energy, the buzz was fading, but the newborn's thirst was still present, she needed more, had to have more. It was a drug, she was starving, she knew she wouldn't survive without this glorious delicacy that was human.
The woman was drained. She heard the people arriving before she saw them, they had bought security with them. She could slaughter them all, she wanted to. She knew she should, it was what her body yearned her to do, and she took a step towards them. But stopped. Bad smell. Strong, bad smell. She ran back to the other side of the room. Waiting for them to arrive.
Standing on the window sill, prepared to jump, she hissed at them, and leaped to her freedom, looking for … more.
Sooo, yess...Explanations in the next chappie.