"Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red." -Macbeth, William Shakespeare
It was the most sudden awakening I had ever experienced. There was nothing….nothing….nothing, sweet nothing of sleeping dreamlessly. I opened my eyes and sat up. I wasn't sleepy or warm, like one usually is in the morning. I wondered briefly if I had passed out or had a seizure or something. I felt fine now. Except a sore throat.Dang it, I don't want to be sick. I swallowed miserably.
I was in a bed. It was a strange bed. Ew, I thought, whose bed am I in? I sniffed at the sheets covering me…they smelt like detergent and me. How long had I been in this bed? I looked around and realized I had never seen or owned anything so pretty and warm as this room. It wasn't menacing and it put me, somewhat, off guard. However, I had the whole 'where the tuna am I?' issue in mind, and, to tell the truth, it was a little worrying. I stood up and realized that I was in underwear and a tee-shirt. Cute underwear. Holy crap. Not mine. I suddenly felt like throwing up. I was kind of a germ conscientious person….dude….I was wearing someone's underwear! Don't think about it. Don't think about it. I looked again at the room.
I wanted some pants. Shorts would do, but I really wanted pants. Surely whoever owned this room and these…don't think about it… whoever kidnapped me wouldn't mind me borrowing a pair of pants. I opened a door that just might have been a walk-in closet. I broke the handle. The metal handle tore out of the wood. I had barely even pulled on it!
"Oh, sorry!" I apologized, to…well, I'm not really sure whom, but the sound of my voice caught me off-guard. It really was loud. I didn't yell, did I? I continued with the conquest of opening the door to get myself a pair of pants.
I got the scare of my life! Right inside, facing me as if waiting to eat me, was a sheet-white woman with eyes, red like a demon and long, freakishly bright orange hair. As soon as I saw her, I let off an involuntary scream that hurt even my ears. The demon woman screeched right back at me. I took off. Or I tried to, but instead of turning to my left, which held the door way, I turned right and ran into the wall and bowled right through it, tripped over the rubble, jumped back up screaming all the more, and ran for a door I hadn't previously noticed.
I was certain the demon woman was coming for me. I could hear her in pursuit. I could see those blood-red eyes in my mind, consuming my mind with fear. I realized that could even smell her! I don't think I had ever been that frightened in my life. I came to a staircase and flew down it, vaguely surprised at the long strides I was taking and how graceful I was being, considering I was running down stairs. It seemed to me that I was in some kind of mansion…I stopped screaming for a moment to sniff the air. Yup. I could still smell someone….and I could smell others…oh mother of nalgene…at least five others were around. I searched franticly for a way out. On the main floor, one of the walls was made completely of glass. I considered jumping through it. Yeah right.
This was not happening! This could not be happening!
Two men and two women, white as newspaper without words, suddenly appeared in front of me. I screeched again at this surprise and headed the opposite direction. I was bloody surrounded! I was going to die! "Leave me alone!" I bawled at whoever would listen. "Please! Just leave me alone!" I sobbed as one of the ghastly white men appeared in front of me again, like fog. I slid to a stop, trying to change directions on the slippery floor.
Didn't work. I toppled onto my side. I didn't feel a thing, but the floor splintered and cracked. Was I fat? I scrambled to right myself, but the man, barely short of a mountain, launched himself on top of me, momentarily knocking the wind from my chest and pinning me. I didn't feel like all my bones snapped under the weight, but I was definitely trapped. I wriggled franticly. I bit and scratched and kicked and head butted. I was not going to be eaten, or worse, raped. Not today.
"Emmett!" A voice thundered and nearly tore apart my eardrums. A strange feeling cracked on top of my head and ran down my spine like a cold raw egg. It was calm, and a little sleepy. But it was not my calm or sleepiness. I couldn't move as fast as my mind. I felt like I was swimming through pudding. A strange mantra worked itself to the forefront of my thoughts. Nothing would hurt me. I would be fine. I was in good hands. Everything would work out…
"Emmett, I have her under control. You can let her go." someone said.
The massive weight lifted and I sat up through the mental pudding. Four men and three women stood around me, all varying in shapes and sizes, from the mountain man to a tiny tinker-bell with dark hair. I searched their eyes. None were red. They were all a kind of copper color. In fact, nothing about any of them looked demon. They were…heavenly. The opposite of hell-ly. I sniffed and felt very safe. Nothing that beautiful could come from hell. I stood up, fighting the sleepiness.
"We're not from heaven or hell." Another said. He was so handsome…
"What?" I slurred the word around the burning in the back of my throat. Again, my voice was a bit too loud. What the crap was going on?
"We're just normal earth bound people." the handsome guy said.
"We're hardly normal, Edward." Tinker-bell replied cheerfully.
"Okay…?" I really didn't get why he was telling me this. I couldn't think.It was all so abnormal, but it felt okay.
"Hello," a different brown haired guy stuck his hand out for a greeting. "I'm Carlisle Cullen. This is my home and my family." He looked amiable enough. I tentatively received his beautiful hand.
"Hi?" I used a question because I really had no idea what was happening with my life. The sweetest looking lady stepped forward and took my other hand from my side. She made me like her instantly.
"My name is Esme, and this is Rosalie," here she pointed to the most gorgeous blond girl I had ever seen.
"I'm Emmett, Rosalie's husband" The mountain-man that had previously been sitting on me introduced himself.
"This is Jasper," Wow, he's hot. "And this is Alice, Jasper's wife." Stop staring at Tinker Bell's husband…
"And, of course, Edward." Edward stuck out his hand as well. He was chuckling for no apparent reason. I decided he may be insane.
"May we have the pleasure of having your name, sweetheart?" Esme asked.
I cleared my throat, getting a little embarrassed. I fumbled for a moment, with getting my tongue in order. The calm and sleepiness were wearing thin on my nerves. The sore throat kind of escalated to an uncomfortable itchy warmth. I swallowed. And then opened my mouth, ready to give the answer….
"You don't remember?" Edward asked. I stared hard at him. That was hardly fair. Of course I can remember my own stupid name.
"I'm…um…I'm…"
Esme saved me. "No matter. Let's get you cleaned up and into some clothes, shall we?"
That's when I stopped breathing. I was NOT calm anymore. I froze to the spot. Oh, holy and mighty mother of nalgene and all things durable! This was... I wanted to vomit. And scream. And die. A horrible and dramatic death. The kind Shakespeare would love.
This was a….nightmare, that's what this was. I looked down at myself slowly. It was like being in a dream. The sort of dream you forget to put your pants on in front of the most beautiful people in the world. Only I wasn't asleep and the people were probably the most beautiful in the universe.
Edward started laughing again. I could have killed him. I searched the room something to cover myself with, to no avail. Alice, formerly known as Tinker Bell, pranced forward and took my hand from Esme and proceeded to bounce me up the stair case (I had no objection to this escape and I bounced away with all my heart).
She was speaking a hundred miles an hour: "I just bought this pair of jeans I know will fit you. I got them in this cute little town in Colorado called Breckenridge. It's between Glenwood Springs and Denver. You can use my bathroom, and don't worry about yours; we'll get that wall fixed. Esme loves those kinds of projects. Hey! She could totally renovate the entire bathroom! You know, make it your very own. Of course we'll take down the mirrors for a while, because, well, I remember how weird it was a first to see yourself after being turned. But don't worry the eyes will fade as long as you stick to animals. This way…what should I call you? Let's see, you have such bright hair, how about Ginger? Or is that too weird and demeaning? Oh well, wait right here, Ginger." here she deposited me on a bed and practically danced across the room and opened a door.
I didn't even have time to feel embarrassed by her reference to the color of my hair. I felt like I had been in a verbal car accident, mental whiplash sending my brain reeling. What the COD was she talking about? It was all happening so fast; I didn't have time to register how I felt about being in a strange place with strange people in strange underwear.
In less than two seconds she had the mirror from the bathroom in her arms, awkwardly turned, so that I couldn't see my reflection. It looked heavy, but she didn't seem fazed at all, considering she was so tiny. She dropped the mirror on the bed, behind me, face down and grabbed my arm again. "So the shower is a little tricky. There's four shower heads, and you have to turn two different nozzles each: one's for temperature and one's for how hard you want the water. But the thing is, Esme installed the temperature nozzles upside down, so sometimes you get cold when you want hot and vise versa. Use what ever you want, though!" And then she dropped me in the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
Her bathroom was so luxurious, stocked full of hair products, skin products, nail products, any kind product one could think of. Hair dryers and curlers and straighteners and crimpers and combs, brushes littered the white marble counter top. It was a bloody hair salon. It kinda bugged me that she took the mirror out. Why did she do that?
Didn't she say something about being turned? I turned around. No mirror, but there was this spectacular mural of tiles, like one would find in an old Greek Bath. I was enthralled with the story depicted on the wall. A mermaid and a sea monster under the night sky embedded with shiny stones, obviously supposed to be stars. I stood on my tippy toes and squinted to get a better look at the shiny…. holy crap…were those…
"Need any help in there?"
"No." I startled and brought myself back on track. I shook my head. No one would embed their bathroom wall with diamonds! Preposterous.
There were three closed doors to choose from, beside the one that I knew led out into the room. After my earlier experience with a closed door, I was a little wary to try them. Come to think of it…what happened to the demon lady? I shivered. I found a steam room, currently cold, a Jacuzzi, currently empty, and the shower. With a little difficulty, I figured out the elaborate nozzles, opting for using only one shower head.
It was getting harder and harder to not think. And when I started to think, I started to worry. And when I worried, it mostly turned into panic. I thought back through Alice's monologue, very carefully. 'The eyes will fade as long as you stick to animals.' Was that some kind of code sentence that I wasn't let in on? The previous sentences pretty much made sense, in context. It sounded like a hokey password to me. But it did have a creepy feel to it. I remembered the demon lady's eyes. Harsh burning eyes. Was Alice talking about the demon lady?
It had only been, what, a half an hour since I woke up. Speaking of which, I realized that I couldn't really remember much before waking up. What if I was brain washed? What if I never remembered my own name? What would I do? What about my family? Wait, did I have a family worrying about me? I realized that I needed to escape. Or ask if I could leave. After I was dressed, that is.
But still, it had been only a half hour since I woke up and it seemed as if I was sorely retarded at understanding my life. Nothing made sense. It was like I was in this elaborate dream.
The dream shower felt better than a normal one. It was hotter and intensified to the point where I could feel every individual water droplet. What an abnormal sensation. I was going to swallow some hot water for my throat but the shower water tasted like crap and I spit it out quickly.
Feeling much cleaner and happier, I stepped out the bathroom in a long crème colored towel. Alice had lain out the jeans, a tank top, a sweater, some rather expensive looking shoes and undergarments for me to put on. I checked to see if I was alone, and then got dressed. I was surprised to find that everything fit like it was tailored to my body. How did these people know my sizes? I was alarmed yet again.
I found a brush in the bathroom, and ran it through my hair, wishing for a mirror. The mirror was on the bed. Alice had taken it down for a reason. Still, I just wanted a look at what my hair was doing today. I felt like a naughty kid, sneaking cookies before dinner. It was only a mirror I reminded myself. Nothing will come of it.
How wrong I was.
After turning the mirror over (it was much lighter than it looked) I had to do a triple take. Not just a double take. Then I stared. I trembled. And felt a scream rising from under my hairline. It was a mirror, right? The figure moved as I did. I got closer, turned my head. I opened and shut my mouth. I flared my nostrils (I was always really good at that) and just then I started to realize.
The demon lady was me.
I fled down the stairs again. This time I was angry, not frightened. Who the crap did this to me? I did not opt for plastic surgery, nonetheless plastic surgery that made you into a hag.
Alice was halfway up the stairs when I collided with her. It sounded as loud as it felt and we tumbled like rugby players to the bottom. It took me a moment to realize that I wasn't hurt. I stood up sharply and turned on Alice, who had gotten up as well. She looked apprehensively at my face.
"What. The hell. Is going. On." I growled. And it sounded like a growl. She didn't answer but gave a meaningful glance at the people who had just entered the scene. "Who did this to me!?" My voice had risen two octaves.
"I did." I whipped my head in the direction of Carlisle, who looked right back at me with infuriating confidence.
"What?! Why?"
"Because you were dying." He said this as if it were the most natural response. I shifted my weight. There was nothing to say to that.
"What do you mean d-dying?" He sighed and looked around. Jasper stepped forward and that weird thick egg-calm/sleepiness shrouded my furry.
"Why don't we discus this somewhere more comfortable?" Carlisle said. I shook my head to clear it. It was as if my emotions were on mute. Where was this weird drowsiness coming from? My anger was drowning like a dead fish. I looked up and saw Jasper looking at me more intently than everyone else. What the halibut, how was he doing that?
"Stop it!" I grimaced at Jasper. I fought it hard, and felt stronger after a moment. My voice rose to a yell. "Don't do that to me! I hate it!" He looked very surprised and the nasty bubble of lethargy popped. I took a breath. "I want answers! Why am I here? Who are you guys?" I felt like a little kid again, stomping my feet in a fit.
"Ginger, calm down! We're going to tell you everything." Alice grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "You just have to trust us for a while." I swallowed at my throat.
"My name's not Ginger." I snapped defiantly, whipping my hand out of hers. And there was an uncomfortable silence where I knew how mean and childish I was being. Everyone looked a little surprised and Alice's face was kind of pinched. I don't care. I don't care, they all deserve it. My malicious mind snarled.
Carlisle turned around and started up the stairs. "Come with me."
"I am very old. Though I may not look it. I have seen more people fulfill their lives than any man should have to." Carlisle wasn't looking at me as he said this. His body was angled away from me, his eyes were worlds away. We were in an office. The setting reminded me of being banished to the principal's after committing some cafeteria crime, however his words were kind of scaring me more than any detention or other school punishment could.
"How old?" My mouth spoke without my brain.
"I was born during the English Civil War." This time he looked at me to judge my reaction. I have no idea when that was. He saw my confusion and embellished. "1640's." This time my eye brows rose. He continued. "My father was an Anglican Pastor from London, who was, as was the trend at that time, very intolerant of Roman Catholics and very superstitious about evil. He would lead raids to hunt down and kill creatures of the night, werewolves, witches, vampires and such--"
"Like Van Helsing?" I asked, incredulous that this was coming out of his mouth. He gave me an odd look.
"Well, not exactly the same thing but…I guess you could compare him to a fictitious character." Anyway, I had always wanted to become a doctor; I wanted to help people, do what I could for them in their weakest and most agonizing hours. I did not want to kill people, witches or not. My father had other plans for me. I was to follow in his steps as a…Van Helsing." He smiled sheepishly at the neologism.
I temporarily forgot how ridiculous it all was, and was vacuumed into the story. "He grew old, like any other human," (I did not like the way he said 'human') "and he left me in charge of the raids. I was obedient. I did my best to search out the evil. Surprisingly enough, when I was in my early twentys, I managed to find a coven of real vampires hiding in a sewer under London. I set a trap, and with three other men I chased one down. Needless to say, there was no chance for us, for you see, garlic, holy water and wooden stakes are all rubbish lies used to keep humans ignorant. (You try sticking a piece of wood through someone as hard as granite.) It was like a flock of chickens against a wolf. The vampire attacked us, took off with one and left the rest of us to die."
"But you didn't."
"No. At the time, and for years afterwards, I wished with all my heart that I had. The attack left me as a vampire. To borrow a quote from Van Helsing," he smiled but it wasn't happy one, "'Now you will become that which you have hunted so passionately.'
"I was revolted with myself. I tried desperate to kill myself before I drank the blood of a human. I threw myself off cliffs, tried to drown myself, anything to escape from…being what I was. I placed myself as far away as possible from humans, drove myself mad with starvation. Even in my newborn state of mind, I didn't want to kill anyone." He trailed off here.
"Eventually a herd of deer crossed my path and I found myself drinking their blood." My eyes were very wide by now. "I realized that it was just like eating venison, and I had done that as a human. Even after finding a way to live with myself, I was very lonely and…alone. (There is a difference.) I changed Edward after his mother died of the Influenza and I changed Esme after she tried to commit suicide. Our family has grown bigger than any other vampire's; you see we are usually solitary creatures. But, here we reside, by choice and sacrifice, in Forks, Washington living off of deer, bears and mountain lions."
"…" Too much…information.
Carlisle watched me for a while. This was terribly creepy. I was in a house, by myself, with people who had decided to role-play as "good" vampires. This was insane. He was insane. I was insane.
"Can I go home now?" My voice trembled like my hands. Carlisle just sat there, compassion plastered all over his face. He looked down at the desk. "Please?" I added for good measure, though I was sure I knew the answer. Still, he was quiet. It was if he was waiting for something. "What do you want with me?" I asked very quietly.
"I found you in Seattle." That was NOT an answer. "You had been shot multiple times. I do not know who you are or where your family was." He gave me a pleading look. He was begging me to listen.
"Alice has visions. It's all very complicated, but she saw you lying in the alley, dying. You must be important to us, somehow, because she doesn't often see visions of the future about strangers. I am not even sure why I decided to turn you, but I did. That was two, soon to be three, days ago. The transformation was, and always is, very painful. I'm astonished that you do not remember it." I'm sure by now my jaw was completely lax.
"What I am telling you is true. The reason your eyes look like they do now, is because the residual blood left over from when you where a human is still in your body, supplementing it. You look different because the transformation intensifies the features of your physical body along with your personality. So your hair, which used to be a sort of orangey-red, is even redder and orangy-er. And your freckles on your face have become more defined. You were able to run through a wall and take down Emmett, who's three times your size. That's because we're harder than granite, and much, much stronger than humans. A vampire is like an intensified stone replica of the human we used to be. The cells of your body have completely stopped changing; they are stuck exactly as they are now. In the scientific sense of the word, you have stopped living. You're throat is very sore right now, is it not? It is thirst for blood." It wasn't a very well, ordered argument but...
"So…what you're saying is…I'm…I'm a…"
"Vampire."
"And Edward and Alice and Rosalie are…"
"Vampires."
"But…they don't exist!" I stood up quickly, knocking my chair over."Tell the truth! Stop lying to me! You're sick!"
"I've already told you. Vampires do exist. And you are one."
"NO! I AM NOT!" my ears hurt after that one. Carlisle stood up deliberately and walked out the door. I followed. "YOU'RE EVIL! I HATE YOU! I WANT TO LEAVE! I AM NOT A…."
"Vampire." He said quietly. I growled like an animal and lunged at his back. I was jolted back by an arm and I landed roughly on my back. I found myself looking up at Emmet. I jumped up and continued after Carlisle. Emmet grabbed my arm again.
"Oh no you don't, little missy! Carlisle saved you! Treat him with a little respect." I tried to rip my arm out of his grip but he had a good hold on me. I kicked him in the shin as hard as I could.
"OW!" he yelled and picked up his injured leg. He still didn't let me go.
"Emmet, it's alright. We're going hunting." Carlisle turned back towards us. "Leave your sweater here." he told me.
"What?"
He didn't answer. Emmet dropped my arm. Carlisle was half way down the stairs and I ran after him. "Hunting? I don't hunt!"
"You do now." Emmet said from behind.
It was sunny and happy outside, completely clashing with the mood. I am not sure why I continued to do as Carlisle told me…maybe because there was a chance I could run away while we were outside. Maybe it was grotesque curiosity of a man who thought he was a vampire. A man so insane, he thought Iwas vampire.
The mansion had a porch, Carlisle stood under the shade, waiting for me. I ignored the looks of the others as I passed them on my way outside.
"Leave your sweater here. It's a nice one."
"Nice day or sweater?" I asked sarcastically, pulling on one sleeve. He smiled a little.
"Both."
"Where are we going?" He gave me an exasperated look.
"I just told you. We're going hunting."
"But I don't eat meat…and I don't have a hunting license. And I don'twant to hunt!"
"Do you feel the fire in the back of your throat? It will only get worse."
"What, and drinking blood going to help that?" Again, two parts sarcasm. He looked at me as if I was finally catching on.
"Yes, actually."
I scoffed. Then a brilliant idea came to mind. "If you're a vampire, then you can't go hunting today." I felt very smug as I crossed my arms.
"And why is that?" He asked, starting down the short staircase.
"Because of the sun. Won't you burn?" As an answer, he stepped into the sunlight and exploded.
Or it seemed like it. He visually exploded. He, all of the sudden, sparkled like a diamond. Or like he was made out of glass. It was the most enchanting thing I had ever seen. I took the stairs swiftly, wanting to get closer to him.
"Oh my…" I reached out to touch his skin, but jumped back and yelped as I brought my hand up. It was bursting with light, just like Carlisle's. I explored my uncovered skin. It felt normal to touch, not like an explosion. "Oh my…" I said again.
"The frozen cells are reflecting the sunlight. Which is where the myth come from. The one about vampire's not being able to go during the day. It is not easy to fit in when the sun gives your skin a sort of visual blast." He gave me a second to gawk at my elbow. "Come on, we have a lot of ground to cover. Esme, we will be back later. I am bringing my cell phone." His head was angled towards the door, but his voice wasn't raised. Although, I thought, if Esme's ears are half as sensitive as mine are today, there's no way she couldn't hear that.
No, don't do that! Don't group yourself with these people.
Esme had come outside and was now standing in front of Carlisle. She was just as brilliantly reflective. They kissed lightly. I turned away, embarrassed.
"This way," Carlisle said and turned away from the house, to the left of the driveway.
The forest was mainly green. Where there was supposed to be browns and blacks, geris and blues, the moss bearded and enshrouded. The trees were too close together and too massive for the bright sky. Even the lighting was crowded. I didn't mind. In fact I thought it was rather mesmerizing. It was a world apart from anything man could make. It was nature, musky and peaceful, like it should be.
Carlisle picked up the pace to nothing less than a sprint. I followed and realized that I could fly. Every tree, rock and curtain of moss was gone before my conscious mind realized it was there, yet I could recall the exact positions of every root exposed. Call it what you like. It was pure instinctual running. It was reflexive. It was being home without knowing where you were. It was animal. It was gloriously divine.
And the smells! I couldn't even tell you how sharp every molecule felt to my nose. I knew a herd of deer were close to three miles, east. I tasted every bird's scent. I could hear Carlisle's steady breathing, fifty yards ahead, who abruptly slowed down to position himself only six feet ahead of me.
Then, the aroma of relief roundhouse-kicked me in the gut. I froze and whipped my head towards it. My raw throat turned to an inferno and the pain, or the smell, broiled my brain. Each breath was insufficient, and left me…lusting…for more. Then Carlisle had my head in his hands. He forced me to look at him.
"Stop breathing and keep moving." He ordered me. There was no room for argument in his tone, and his eyes were hard. The demon lady in me wanted to lash out and pummel him. Why would he keep me from that? "HOLD YOUR BREATH!" This time he snarled and it wilted me into submission. I held my breath and it got a little better. Only a little. He had a hold on my hand and we started running again. I was very reluctant to leave and knew it was strongly against my better judgment.
The flame in my throat was agonizing. A noise escaped me as I let the air out of my lungs. It was a whimper. Carlisle looked back at me with compassion. "I know it hurts, it's just a little longer. You'll make it." And then let my hand go.
"What WAS that?" I choked out.
"A human."
We ran for what seemed like an hour. The scenery changed a little, got gradually less and less green, and sloped upwards into the mountains. About halfway there, I picked up on what Carlisle was following. I didn't know it then, but it was a mountain lion. I got more and more desperate for a break from the fire. We slowed down to a fast, noiseless walk when we could see it slinking through the dense trees. I had never seen one in the wild. It was…beautiful.
"As soon as it can smell us, it will bolt." Carlisle whispered so low I had to actually pay attention to the shapes his mouth was making. The big cat's left ear twitched. I paused for a second.
Wait. Hold on. We were going to catch a mountain lion? Isn't that a little dangerous and illegal? I didn'twant to catch it. Maybe he's looking at something else? Bewilderment drove me on.
The lion froze when we were twenty meters away. He crouched and searched his surroundings madly, then sprang into the nearest tree. Carlisle halted, motioned for me to get closer to the lion's tree, and then moved off in another direction. I guess it was the promise of relief that outweighed my fright at putting me in front of a mountain lion. I picked my way towards the tree, very apprehensively, with as much stealth as I could muster. I had no idea what I was supposed to do when I got there, so I just stood there convinced that I was going to be eaten. The hairs on the back of my neck were prickling, and the feeling of the cat's eyes on my every move made me very nervous. The fire licked the flesh out of my throat.
The loudest most frightening yowl, like a thousand women screaming, threw itself on top of me and it was all claws and teeth and fur for a minute.
When I came to, I realized my face was cuddled right up to the soft, thick fur of its neck; I was on top, pinning it down. I pulled away in horror. It was too late. As I looked into the animal's eyes, life dwindled and pulled out, leaving a bloodless, breathless carcass.
What had I done? I scrambled backwards to escape. Shock. What had I done? What had I done! The face etched itself in my brain. The eyes…those frigid eyes…
A moan spilt out of my soul. I drank its blood. I drank it. All of it. I was sick. This was not right. It wasn't good. I was…
"I didn't…want…." I whimpered. This was disgusting. I was disgusting. I wiped my mouth on my arm. Blood! I was stained! I scrubbed at my arm and only smudged it further. I tried scouring it on the ground. That only added dirt. I scraped it on a tree and the bark came off till the juices were exposed. Would I never be clean?
"Wont come off!" I screeched at my arm. I looked over at the carcass. Carlisle was bending over it, finishing it off. How much blood could it have? NO! Don't think like that! I was afraid to think about what I had done yet it was all my mind could process. I turned my head from that sight.
"To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself." -Macbeth, William Shakespeare.
Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. All of the technicalities of vampires come from the Twilight Lexicon (personal correspondences with the great Meyer.)