"Isabella, you know we care about you." Carlisle said calmly, rubbing his brow before lifting his amber eyes up to her, his perfect amber eyes, he thought he was so superior, him and Edward waltzing around her like she was going to break, thinking they could dictate her and judge her. She had killed five men, and Edward treated it as if she had committed a high state sin, Constantly bombarding her with pitying stared and words of advice, as if she needed his fucking advice! He was a 50 year old Virgin with gay tendencies and a serious denial problem, she wanted to drive his head into the wall and watch him bleed.
"No Carlisle!" She snapped, driving her hand into his desk, "I'm sick of being treated like this, I'm not his mate, I'm not ever letting him touch me, so stop stroking his fucking ego and trying to get him to further approach me, I'm this close to ripping his head off his shoulders!" She pressed her index and fore-finger together to emphasize her Point, her black eyes narrowed.
"Even Esme understands that No means No! Am I supposed to bolt my door so he'll get the clue and stop sneaking gifts into my Domain?"
"No..."
She crossed her hands over her chest, frowning. But as Carlisle looked at her, her anger for the older man, she considered her father, drained, he looked so tired and sad at her words, so sad and depressed, she couldn't help but sigh sadly. "I Know Carlisle... I understand that you care for him and that you want him to be happy. It's just.. I need to be happy too..." She broke off, lifting her hand to cut off his interjection as he tried to speak, shaking her head, her dark hair shifting into a Curtain before her.
"You know what, I need to hunt..." She said softly, turning to door and opening it. "I'll be back later..."
"Bella..." Her palm froze, hesitating at the tone of his voice, so apologetic and sorrowful but she had no patience to listen to any more, poor Esme didn't need her to break any more rooms.
"Don't call me that..." She said coldly, slamming the door Shut and walking away, listening to his tired sigh, the flutter of pages as he set back to work.
She never went by 'Bella' anymore, that had been a name her father used, and hearing it again brought back heartache she didn't want to feel again, 'Isabella was her name, the one her mother had given her, the one she wanted everyone to use. She had been fighting with him more often recently, her patience breaking with both him and Esme, she didn't understand why. She Loved them and respected them, was grateful even for the love they gave her, but everyday was growing longer and longer, she couldn't continue this endlessness forever, she would go insane.
She walked past Edward's room, meeting him in a cross section as he too began to head down stairs. Their relationship was shifty, ever since she had arrived and Carlisle had tried pairing her with the man, things had been bad between them. He obviously didn't mind the match, form the amount of offers he had given, the gifts, seduction attempts and blatant attempts of chasing any other potential suitors away, but she wasn't interested in a relationship, and she was tired of people trying to match her with others to suit their own agenda's.
He stared at her concerned and she ignored his questioning gaze, coat in hand as she ran, leaving the back door swinging shut in her wake.
There was no actual destination she wanted, all she needed was to get away, sate her anger in the largest animal she could find. She would then come back and apologize, further talk with Carlisle and find a solution to her growing restlessness.
She must've ran for ten minutes before the sweet smell of human blood wafted into her face, her body freezing in shock and hunger, venom pooling into the dip of her mouth. It smelled delicious, but, she forced herself to resist, listening for the source of the smell in hopes to run the opposite direction. A loud roar met her ears, and the familiar stench of bear bombarded her, mixing with the fresh aroma, an erratic heartbeat accompanied the sound, and before she was aware of her actions, she was running towards the sound. She had only heard that sound once before, she knew what it meant, the erratic beating, the stench of fresh blood, the sound the lungs made as they tried to compensate for the weakening system it was working with. Fear.
The Bear stood from its position as she emerged from the thick wooden brush, a trail of blood dripping from its chin. Its maw red with blood and muscle. A faint, weakened heartbeat could be heard from its victim, the pile of blood limbs on the ground, but Bella paid no mind to the flash of worry building in her chest. She raised her lips in a snarl, growling to catch its stupid attention, its large, bulky body turning at the sound to face her. It obviously mistook her small stature to mean she wasn't a threat, and snorted, shaking its head and grunting at her, kneeling back down to finish its kill. It set her vision a red haze, ignored by a fucking animal! As if Carlisle and Edward weren't enough to drive her rage, this was the last straw. She hooked her nails into claws as she ran, each step bringing her closer and closer to her kill. It couldn't turn in time to interject her before her hands sank into the thick layer of flesh covering its throat, tearing away fur and skin, her teeth soon following as she pumped venom into its body.
It struggled, letting out a roar, but the sound was growing in pitch, becoming ghastly screams as she ripped its windpipe loose, the sound filled the air with a morbid atmosphere. She felt ill at the violence she was using, but she needed an outlet, this bear had pushed the wrong buttons. It gave up fighting as its airways were cut off, breathing impossible, so she let it go, and shoving it to the side ad hearing its large bulk crash to the grass.
She didn't bother to feed, although her black eyes showed that doing so would be best, but by the slowing of his heart, the encased skin where his ribs should've been, he wouldn't last long enough for her to grab a snack, and the thought of him dying made her sick to the core, she was tired of losing people that mattered to her, she hadn't known him for more than a second, but he mattered, she needed something to keep, and maybe saving him would make things a bit better.
She knelt beside him, stripping his shirt off and tying it around his chest, trying to slow the blood-flow, shushing his pained breathing.
"It's okay, you're safe." She whispered, biting her finger worriedly. She wouldn't have the self-control to change him, she would have to take him to Carlisle, her pride fought with her heart and lost as she hooked her arms beneath him and lifted him easily, she heard the painful 'snap' as another bone broke, and took his hand as she began to run, feeling the weak squeeze against her palm.
The door shattered upon impact as she kicked it out of the way, Esme starting at the scene of her step-daughter entering, holding a bleeding man. She covered her nose and mouth, turning her face away with a grimace and leaving, Bella appreciated her control, understanding the lack of greeting.
Carlisle and Edward arrived not but a second later, smelling the blood and hearing the crash, their eyes wide in shock and worry at the scene which greeted them. She paid them no mind, clearing the objects on the table to the ground and laying him down, thankful that his heart was still going.
"Carlisle, you need to change him." She said, looking up at the older vampire, eyes desperate. His expression morphed to one of confusion, not having time to interject before Edward interrupted.
"Are you insane, Bella take him back!" She snarled, teeth bearing angrily, "Isabella!" she snarled, snapping her teeth at him, watching as he fumbled, embarrassed.
Carlisle must've seen her desperation because he sighed, rubbing his brow. "We don't have time to question your motives Isabella, he's dying," He said finally.
"You can't be serious Carlisle." Edward said angrily, his eyes wide in outrage, but all Bella could hear was the sound of blood dripping to the floor, slowly draining his body; soon it would be too late.
"We don't have time for this, please!" She cried hysterically, her eyes as she stepped away from the blood, the smell taunting her. She ran before Carlisle and grabbed his collar, pulling him down to better face her desperation.
"I've never asked for anything Carlisle, but please give me this, I'll take responsibility for him, but he can't die!" Carlisle was silent, staring at her before looking at the body on the table. He sighed, frowning sadly, confusion deep in his eyes, but nodding his head. She cried out in happiness, removing her hands and stepping away to give him room. He stepped up to the table, lifting the man's limp hand and listening to his pulse, before nodding and ripping away the remainder of his clothes. She was too distracted by the sound of his pulse and the need to have him survive to admire his body.
"I'll need Towels and a tub of Cold water, also, go to my office and get morphine." Carlisle ordered his tone dropping to his usual Doctor persona. Bella was happy to be off use, running past Edward to fetch the required.
The door slammed as she entered again, Edward gone, she came back to the picture of Carlisle's body bent forward, his teeth embedded into the man's jugular, though by the stillness of his throat, she could tell he wasn't drinking.
He broke away after a minute, walking calmly to the tap and drawing himself a glass of water, washing his mouth and spitting the contents into the sink. She walked to the limp body on the table, brushing the mess of dark curls from his face and listening to his heartbeat. Carlisle returned, injecting the Morphine into his arm, stating it would ease the pain somewhat.
"I don't know if it will work, we'll have to wait and see." Carlisle said calmly, "For now, I'll have him moved to your room, where you'll have to Clean and clothe him; Esme should be able to get him clothes." She nodded, smiling joyfully and rewarding him with a hug.
"Thank You so much Carlisle." Her voice was choked and she felt him rub her back soothingly. He pressed a kiss to her hair before being released and offering one final smile. The sound of the door closing answered her and she was finally left alone with the man, turning back with a rag and a bucket and beginning the task of washing away the blood and mud on his skin.
She ran the cloth over his cheek, fingers peeking from beneath the material to touch the rough stubble of hair. He had a rugged quality to his looks, not someone who she would've associated with when she was human; coming from a society of high-class meant you mixed with a certain type of people. She wondered who he was, what was his name? She imagined it would be something westernised, seeing as they had settled in Tennessee, Gatlinburg, he must've been a woodsman, maybe a hunter; judging from his clothing. He didn't shave often and his hair was a mess, maybe a farmer? Was he married? Did he have children? She secretly hoped not, it would be difficult for him to leave a family, but after he changed, going back would be impossible.
She jumped when his face moved, falling to the side into her touch, his eyes opening a fraction.
He had blue eyes, two deep cerulean orbs which peeked from beneath his eye lids. They were bleary, never settling on one thing for more than a second before rolling back. She carried on her task, washing away the blood and dirt from his face, ignoring when his eyes tried to focus on her, his voice wheezing from his chest. She shushed him gently, patting cold water onto his for head, mindful of the pain he would be enduring as the venom tore through his bloodstream, tearing his body apart and restitching it, he would feel as if he were burning in a pit of flames, she wanted to make the process as easy as possible, a cold rag to the forehead would do wonders, she knew, because Carlisle and Esme had done the very same thing through her transformation.
He didn't seem to want to go back to sleep, but then again Carlisle had told her about his transformation, about how he stayed awake throughout all of it, and as much as she wished to save him the trauma of being conscious, it would make it easier to look after him if he was awake, a selfish part of her admitted that if he stayed away, he wouldn't leave her, he wouldn't die.
"You're okay." She whispered when he jolted, blood pouring from between his lips, his teeth having torn into his tongue. She wiped the drop away; pouring a small amount of water into his mouth and helping him swallow. He tried speaking, mouth opening, but all that came out was a pained grunt, and she hushed any attempts he made, smiling gently.
"It'll be over soon, don't speak." Amazingly, he obeyed, settling back and Allowing her to continue her work, but from the erratic and stumbling beat echoing from his chest, she knew it would be a long three days. She turned to leave, wanting to prepare her room for him, but his palm grasped her wrist, and although he was weaker and pulling away would've been easy, she stayed, turning back to him and moving him so she could sit behind him on the table, his head in her lap where she could brush his hair from his face.
It wasn't much, she had never done this before, it was all she could offer at this Point.