Disclaimer: I own nothing, ever. It's sad.
This was suckage at the extreme.
Ugh.
What the fuck did I hit? A moving semi full of concrete?
Deep Breathe. In and Out. In and Out.
Okay. I'm alive, that's good. I think.
Moving my tongue around inside my mouth trying to get my glands to work properly enough to swallow the dryness from my throat, I breathe cool sterile air, my lungs expanding my chest and abdomen, which is surprisingly ache free. Wish the same could be said about my head. Flexing my hands and arms, I reach out with my right hand and touch my right temple, wincing as I come in contact with gauze and wrappings , I pull my hand back noticing my fingers are tinged with red.
Blood.
"Run, damnit, Run!"
A young man wearing a WWI uniform came running at me, panicked and confused.
"Ca- captain, you've been shot! You need to move o- out now!"
Looking down I noticed a two bullet holes riddled my uniform, one exposing my left shoulder, just clipping the muscle there and the other tore open my uniform, blood oozing revealing a bullet hole embedded in my right hip. Stumbling forward in a run with the young private towards what I was assuming was our bunkers a few yards away, I heard every soldier's fear, a Gatling gun.
Shink. Shink. Shink. Shink. Shink. Shink.
It was like slow motion as the bullets tore up the dirt around us, rounds burying themselves. Some embedded themselves in the bunkers ahead of us and others hit they're target.
Looking out of my peripheral vision I saw the unnamed private fall to the ground as his backside was tore up with bullets and other debris. Crouching down alongside him I grabbed his arm and started to drag him towards our destination before quickly and fluidly flopping him onto my back and sprinting, throwing us into the reinforced foxhole.
"Captain?" A shocked voice came from an older man; wide eyed he stared in disbelief at his commanding officer.
"He needs medical attention." I stated gravely, showing the privates back to my fellow foxhole occupant.
"Yes, sir." He saluted and jumped out of the foxhole, running to find the medical officer.
Sighing, I reached around under my uniform shirt towards my back, hot, burning flesh met my fingers as the skin around the bullets that caught my back were cauterized because of the hot metal. Grunting, I noticed I started healing as the bullets were pushed out of my body, the healing starting from the inside out. I don't care if I had regeneration as an ability, it still fucking hurt like a bitch. Ugh.
Looking to the private again I noticed his glazed over eyes and the blood pouring from the holes going through his back, exiting his front. Standing I walked over to the young man and kneeled beside him. Looking grim I grabbed his cheek and pulled it slightly towards me and out from under him.
"Private? Can you hear me?" Tapping upon his cheek, I noticed his face, firmer and paler than usual, turn cold.
"Dammnit." Tapping once again, I hear such a faint, spaced out heart beat I know that medicine can no longer save him.
Remembering the last time I fed was at the beginning of the war and now we were nearly at the end, the guys would start to notice my eyes soon. White eyes weren't exactly normal, not when I started out with amber ones. Mumbling some sort of prayer under my breathe I flash downwards and sink my teeth into his shoulder blade. Blood splattering across my face from the pressure I caused on his open wounds.
I hate blood.
Bringing a hand to my head again, wincing slightly I rest it there as I rise up from the seemingly plush bed I currently reside in. Eyebrows furrowed I release the hold I have on my head and look around the room.
It's a deep midnight blue with metallic pieces shining in protest within the deep dark color, grey stands out along the edges of the room, trimming them up nicely and the dark rustic looking hardwood floors gleam even within the shadows of the room. Pictures of solar flares and the sun pop out, contrasting against the dark walls leaving the black curtains to fend off any real light that might diminish the pictures seemingly fake light, only a sliver of light shines through landing on the silver doorknob which is now turning.
Narrowing my eyes I wait for the intruder to announce themselves. Hurriedly, I check myself to make sure I'm prepared for a fight if need be. Glancing, I see that I'm wearing a black tank top and a bra matching in color, moving my legs I feel the cotton fabric of sweats and catch a splotch of grey protruding from the black comforter pooled around my waist. It seems as though I'm not naked. Returning my stare towards the door, a body is through the threshold along with a face.
A beautiful face.
Deep black chin length hair layered and flipped out in so many directions, its perfected havoc. Smooth snow pale skin is evenly smeared over every inch of the woman, the molten cream like skin not missing a spot upon her body. Her slightly upturned nose leads up and out towards her perfectly arched eyebrows, one raised, reaching for her hairline. Her smooth jaw meeting to form her soft but, stubborn chin that cradles her incredible, pink suede looking lips.
Holy. Shit.
Flinching back stunned and whiplashed from her I stare, mouth slightly agape and eyebrow raised silently contesting her in a match of surprise.
"Hi." Is all she says, smiling radiantly putting the pictures on the walls to shame.
"Mm." I throw back, swallowing again trying to clear my throat of its dry spell.
A shimmering light catches my attention. A glass of water held in a steady hand reflects itself off the light seeping in from the window, the water not even bothered as she moves into the room more. Instantly, my mouth becomes exceedingly dry, urges my hand forward, reaching out for the glass.
"Here you go. I saw that you might be thirsty, so I brought this up for you."
Greedily I snatch the glass making sure not to spill it anywhere, I raise it to my parched lips and chug the liquid down within seconds. Breathing heavily after, I hand the empty glass back to the nymph like woman. She's short.
"Where am I?" Seems logical enough for me to ask.
"You're at my house."
At my incredulous stare she smirks a little, her hand gripping the glass falls from crossing over her stomach down to her side, water drops running down the side of the glass.
"We found you in our baseball field….you were shot in the head and…..naked."
My hand found my right temple again and started unwrapping the gauze and bandages. Usually people die when shot in the head, this wasn't suspicious at all; this meant they know about me. And all I really know is from that flashback….I regenerate?
"Don't do-"
-Gasp-
Her eyes widening as she steps forward lightly, causing her eyes to seep the sunlight into them, creating my own gasp. Black thick lashes frame her beautiful liquid gold eyes, dancing with surprise and wonder, her cheeks pushed up in a slight smile that cause her eyes to squint slightly as the happy flesh squeezes them.
"The wound…." She trails off still startled.
My hand moving to rub the sore spot meets cool, fresh skin. It's gone. Glancing down at the bloodied rags I see two silver looking bullets, another rolls off onto the floor with a light clank, going off into the room.
Three? Damn, no wonder I feel like shit.
"Carlisle." She whispers the word still looking at me in wonderment.
Barely noticeable footsteps come rushing up stairs and down a hallway, slowing as they reached the door. The knob turning again opens quickly, revealing a man older than the woman by a decade maybe. His flawless skin rivals the only other perfection in the room; his blonde hair is slicked back reaching the bottom of his skull. His white iron pressed button up is tucked into his black slacks, a leather belt keeping them in place. Clean scuff free leather shoes peak out from his slacks.
Stepping forward beside the woman he pulls his arm up checking the leather watch he has on, furrowing his brow in concentration. They know, they can't not know, I mean it's pretty obvious….
"You shouldn't be up yet." His brows still pointed down, this time in confusion.
I can't help myself, I giggled a little then it may have gotten out of hand, until I winced as my own laughter fought against my head.
"I think that may be an understatement." My still somewhat dry voice stated.
Smiles lit their faces and giggles erupted from the woman as she politely tried to cover her mouth with a smooth baby soft looking hand. I want to touch her; I think I could probably just rub her hand all day as if it's not a creepy thing to do.
"Yes, well it's a true statement nonetheless. How is that even possible?" Mumbling the second part mainly to himself, his nose slightly flaring and his own golden eyes holding curiosity.
"Alice, would you mind getting some more water for…" Carlisle asked her somewhat questioning.
"Oh! Sorry, I totally forgot to ask for your name…I got a little distracted, what with you being up and all. I'm Alice as you've heard and this is Carlisle, my dad."
"It's okay, I'ma..I- I'm …uhh...a person?" I stuttered out, mirroring the two furrowed brows in the room.
I can't remember anything except for that flashback….
"Uhh, I don't know who I am…" I let it hang there with some hesitation and uncertainty.