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Chapter 1: Blood Drive
Edward's POV
I had intended to go to the hospital to bring Carlisle his cell phone that he had left at home. I had intended to walk through the halls and up the stairs fairly unnoticed, with the exception of a few "Hello"s and "You're Carlisle's boy, aren't you?" I had intended to meet Carlisle in his office, hand him his phone, and head back home. However, things don't always go as intended.
After managing to keep a human pace as I walked up the second flight of stairs, I opened the door to the second floor. When I did, I was suddenly slapped across the face by an oh-too-familiar smell. Blood. Red flashed across my eyes as I took in the smell, and I immediately pinched my nose. I felt my inner demon clawing its way up my throat, so I had to force it back down with all of my strength. Come on, Edward, I thought, you can do it. Carlisle needs his phone. Releasing my nose from the iron grip of my thumb and pointer finger, I took a few more steps into the foyer of the second floor. Looking around, I located the source of my pain – a blood drive. What luck. Heaven forbid that my eternal struggle be easy for once.
Instead of the normally empty, brown chairs that usually lined the walls of the foyer, there was a line of five white chairs. All of the chairs had people seated in them – three women and two men. Four of them were already squeezing the stress balls given to them to force their blood out, while one unfortunately tan young lady was being poked by the nurse again and again. In the tan woman's mind, she was saying curse words that I won't mention. Finding the vein on lighter people is so much easier is all the nurse could say in hers.
Taking light steps towards the end of the foyer, I heard the door behind me swing open. Peeking around, I saw another, more elderly nurse walk in with a plastic container. The younger nurse finally got the needle into the tan lady's arm, and quickly walked over to the older nurse to assist her. "Finally Gail decides to show up!" thought the young nurse. She took the empty, clear plastic donation bags out from Gail's container and switched them with a rather substantial pile of filled bags. The blood ran down the insides of the bags as she picked them up, which induced a small growl in the pit of my throat. After switching the bags, Gail turned around and headed back for the stairway. After successfully resisting my hunger, I made it to the end of the foyer. As I pushed open the door, I heard a loud crash. With vampire speed, I quickly spun around and faced the scene before me. Gail was laying face down on the ground, and as far as I could tell, she had slipped on the smooth tile floor. The odor of blood attacked my nose even harder than before. Blood was all over the floor and Gail. Like a sloppy paint job, the red liquid was oozing down the walls and pooling on the floor. The donation bags had broken.
The young nurse ran over to help her up, and she seemed alright. In her mind, she was definitely shaken up. The donators wanted to help the old woman, but they were instructed to stay hooked up to their bags. This time I could not suppress the growl. It sounded like a lion was jumping out of my mouth. The nurses and the donators looked at me with wide eyes. I could hear the fear and confusion in their thoughts. I tried to fight it, I really did. But everyone makes mistakes. The demon justified it in my mind. It's only seven people. Just this once. You won't do it again.
I sprung at the nurses. I took them both down fairly quickly, sinking my teeth into their arms and necks. Draining them quickly, I moved on to the huddling group of donators who had removed the needles from their own arms. They looked at me like the beast I was, but not even their fear could stop me from killing all of them. I felt even more disgusted with myself with each person that I drank dry. I thought of Carlisle as I sank my teeth into the jugular of my last victim. I knew that my father would be disappointed. He would forgive me, but he would still be disappointed. I questioned why I had let myself stoop so low. Why had I disregarded my father's commands? I was scared as to what he would do to me. I did not want to be sent away. I pushed all of my thoughts to the back of my mind, scooped up the mutilated bodies, and jumped out of the nearest window to dispose of them. Running towards the woods, I decided that I wouldn't go back to the hospital. Carlisle would just have to come to me.