Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming

"Carlisle?" I asked quietly as I entered the hospital.

Working. I'll come out soon.

"Do you want any help?" I saw a girl lying on a bed through his eyes, her eyes wide open and cowering away from whatever she could see on the ceiling.

If you don't mind.

It was close to midnight, and the activity was low in this part of the hospital. I went up to Carlisle at human pace though, because there were still doctors and patients around. As I turned to the corridor Carlisle's room was in, I saw his mental vision, his panicked thoughts beyond words. The girl was sitting straight up in the bed, her eyes wide and staring. She looked terrified.

Then she started screaming.

I ran for the door, entering a room I could already see through Carlisle's eyes-

I fell.

The desire for blood rushed up through my body and to my teeth before I could even realise why. Her scent- the blood, she- I had to- the taste, unimaginable- gulping, drinking, swallowing- flesh, biting- screaming-

Screaming. Still screaming. She shrieked, fixated by whatever she could see. A girl. Alive. I was not going to- to drink her, to drain her, feel warm human blood- finally, gushing down my throat, relieving that thirst, draining her dry-

"Edward?" What on earth has happened? Has he been affected by her vision? Is it because he can see into her mind?

See into her mind? I looked at the girl- the human. Her mind… her mind? Was I deaf? Was she dead? No… I could hear her heart gushing out sweet, thick blood, pumping it through her veins, see the tiny flutters in her neck where the blood pulsed next to her papery, sweaty skin.

I realised I was on the floor the moment I leapt up at her, jumping for her, onto her, the venom in my mouth spilling out as I opened to bite-

A strong force hit me back just as I felt her fragile skin beneath my hands as she was knocked back onto the bed. I was on the ground again. I shook my head, and leapt again. This time I saw Carlisle, as he threw me away from the mute girl. A growl ripped up in my body, scratching against my dry throat- thirst, blood, sweet blood, girl- I leapt again, this time for Carlisle, to wrench him out of the way. He was thrown against the wall in my sudden strength, and I lunged for the bed.

It was empty.

I inhaled, and her scent still lingered. My vision was narrowed and dark, it was if I could only see her scent, feel it, need it… It was out the window, through the window, the open window carried her scent, that sweet scent…

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

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