The vampire, Edward
Edward's POV;
What had happened to me? I was in so much pain before and now... it was all gone. All the burning, all the heat, all the writhing. Everything. The fire that had spread through my veins the past three days finally dulled and I could open my eyes, finding something far more than I had ever wanted. I saw the particles of the room – dead skin cells floating in the air – slowly descending to the ground as if they were snow, not things in the air. I turned my head on the soft bed I lay upon, looking to find a candle the smelled of not only wax and smoke but heavily of lilacs.
I could smell all the different smells mixed with the scent of the candle; a husky, very sexy – did I just think that? - smell coming from the corner of the room and I sat up – not getting the head rush I should have, since the last time I checked I was dying - and looked at the doctor, the man who had cared for my mother. I wonder if I should tell him his mother has died of the Influenza, a sudden, unfamiliar voice said in my head. I must have flinched because the doctor stood and was coming towards me. I saw the hairs on his head sticking up in certain places, how his skin was death white and the hairs on his arms were pitch black, the roots blond, like his hair.
"What did you just say?" I asked though, clearly, he'd yet to speak.
The blond man looked as confused as I probably looked. I hadn't said anything... the voice said again before he did, "I haven't said a thing yet."
Great. Voices. I was hearing voices... And this voice sounded much like the doctor. Dr. Carlisle Cullen, I learned instantly, as if I'd asked him to speak his name for me.
I jerked back away from his touch. It looked cold but as he managed to brush my forearm with his fingertips, I realized that his skin was cool, as mine was now. His fingers were white, but his fingernails – which shouldn't have been that white – were whiter, if possible, than his skin. I looked up into the face of the kind doctor and he spoke once again.
"Do you know what you've become, Edward?" he asked me kindly.
I froze; how did he-? I began to think before his voice cut me off, Answer it right, please, dear boy. A vampire. Please guess that I've just saved you and turned you into a vampire, like myself, for company. Again, I froze in shock and his eyebrows drew together, his patience for me never waning, I could hear that.
"You have made me a..." I began. My voice had changed dramatically since three days ago; it's grown smoother, like... velvet, and even to my ears, very sexy. I tried to hold back the chagrin as I finished my thought. "Vampire."
Dr. Cullen looked shocked; clearly he hadn't expected me to guess right. Maybe... "Edward," he asked, "can you hear me?"
I snorted, "Of course I can hear you, Dr. Cullen. I'm not deaf, I am ill."
His face smoothed and instantly, his voice filled my head again, What I meant was can you hear me like this? Through thoughts.
Yes, I thought back, can you? When he didn't answer me, the confusion again clear on his face, I nodded slowly, "Yes. I can."
"Amazing!" he said, clearly gleeful. "I've found a special one!" Like Aro, Caius, and Marcus, he thought.
"Who?" I asked, just as confused as he had been.
"My friends," he said simply, "from Italy."
Then I saw it clearly; earlier streets in London. The same face in from of him, broken and bleeding, the fire inside him burning him and hurting him. He had hidden and the mobsters raced after the red-eyed monsters that had hurt him. Then he felt the change coming, the hunger, then-
Suddenly, a fire like no other burned in the pit of my stomach and my arms wrapped around my torso, trying to fight off the pain. It burned my throat, prevented speech. My eyes seemed to water, though I felt nothing but the flame. My stomach tightened automatically, and my instinct was to eat something. But it wasn't food I was after; it was a... blood lust, Dr. Cullen's voice told me.
"Dr. Cullen," I gasped, "what's wrong with me?"
"It's the first hunger," Carlisle said quickly, "I've got you blood to drink. Hold on." In his mind, he was panicking. I could hear it and it me panic. Was I dying again? Was this finally the end? Was I going-?
Before I got the last question out of my head, he was back, a packet of blood in his hands. "Drink this," he both said and thought at the same time. He ripped a corner off of the packet and handed it to me.
I looked at for a moment before the smell drew me in, bringing it to my mouth, and then sighing as the first drop of animal blood entered my mouth. The blood tasted not like it should. It tasted sweet, alluring and sexual so. I drank this deeper and my eyes closed, a low groan of pleasure escaping my throat as I drank. It took only thirty seconds to finish the packet and I discarded it to the floor, my eyes on Carlisle as I did.
"I want... I need more," he said. "Please, the fire has only been quenched for a few moments. It'll burn soon and I don't know how long I'll be able to bear it."
"Don't worry, Edward," he tried to reassure me. "It'll all be over soon."