AN: This is my first fanfic, just a one-shot that I had to write-like the universe wanted me to. Read and review, but please be nice for the sake of my fragile self esteem.
RenesmeePOV
Jake didn't know about this, and I was hoping it would stay that way. It's not like I was cheating or anything, I did love Jacob with everything I had in me, but I knew he would disapprove. Okay, disapprove is the wrong word; he would be disgusted, repulsed, horrified and even frightened. I didn't want to have to face that.
My parents didn't know either, but, if they found out, I was sure that they would at least understand why I was doing it-even if the reason was partly to rebel against them.
From when I was born I was encouraged to drink blood from animals, and even to try human food (which I mostly hated, except for chocolate dipped strawberries, which turned out to be almost as good as blood) and I had not tasted human blood since I was a baby. Most importantly though, I have never drunk blood directly from a living human, which I had always longed to do. Today I would give in to that longing.
I had lured the teenage boy who was close to my age, around seventeen (I was sixteen and a quarter, and looked almost eighteen-the way I would be forever) into my room while my family went hunting out of state and Jake was visiting Paul and Rachel in their new home in Rhode island. This was the first time I had been left alone for more than a day, ever, but my family trusted me-not the safest thing to do, that. The boy's name was Darien and, of course, he assumed I was your typical, run-of-the-mill bad girl looking for some fun. He would be sorely disappointed, and more than a little terrified, when he found out why I really wanted to get him into bed.
I had known Darien for all of 40 minutes and we were sitting on my bed, wrapped in each others embraces. Acting on impulse alone, I placed my palm against his bare chest and flashed him a brief image of what was going to happen once I got close enough to his throat. I was going to kill him, that was certain, but first I wanted to play with him-psychologically. I was surprised at myself, I'd had no idea I was capable of such sadism. But I was not so surprised that I couldn't enjoy his sudden stiffening-in fear, no doubt. He pulled back to look at me, and I looked innocently confused as I met his gaze. Not too innocent, of course. I heard him mutter something like "…going crazy dude, I swear you are." Then I smiled at him, with just the right amount of evil evident in my expression, and leaned toward him-his neck, that is. I started "kissing" his throat where the blood ran thickest, feeling it pulsing-so close to the surface. Ignoring the pain in my throat, I placed my right hand on the back of his neck, bringing it toward myself and subsequently tilting his head back a few inches in a predatory manner. Then, becoming totally unaware of my surroundings as usual, I showed him a scenario that started with us in the exact position we were in in real life.
I pulled back so he could see me smile evilly at him, before lunging toward him, mouth agape. There was a wild look in my eyes as I tore his throat out, drinking his quickly spilling blood as his screams grew ever quieter, and then stopped. I grinned as I licked my lips, shoving the body aside.
Back in reality, I pulled back so he could see me smile evilly at him. He screamed. He got up as fast as humanly possible and ran for the door-still at human speed. I was faster than a human, naturally, so I blocked his escape and caught his shoulders, pulling his throat closer to my teeth. I could both hear and feel his heart racing, racing towards its final beat. I was ready to go in for the kill.…When I heard the door open behind me, and a simultaneous gasp. I turned around slowly, still holding Darien, and looked to see who the gasp came from. I could only pray that it wasn't Jake. It wasn't, it was the second worst person to walk in on this-my dad.
Upon seeing his shocked and disappointed face I was suddenly extremely mad at him. What did he think, I was gonna behave myself like the good little girl he wants me to be? That I would spend the weekend shopping or watching the old movies that filled a whole cabinet beside the T.V.? As if. I didn't speak-he could hear me just fine. He broke the short silence, in a very angry-overprotective-father-ish tone, I might add.
"What do you think you're doing with that"-dramatic pause-"boy? I leave you alone for two days and come back to find that every shred of innocence you once possessed has flown out the window! Well you listen to me young lady, whatever freedom you had before is gone, and don't think Jacob won't hear about th-what are you doing," he almost whispered, his voice holding a very pronounced menace as well as an unspoken threat-both of which I ignored as I pulled the limp boy closer to me, and then slowly placed my open mouth over the pulse that was so prominent, just under the thin, breakable layer of skin. All the while dad was shouting at me.
"What do you think you're doing? Don't even think about trying to-if you so much as touch his neck…! You get you're mouth away from him this instant! If you so much as consider biting him you will regret it! I won't hesitate to ground you for the next century, you delinquent child!"
I had hoped he would understand. But of course, it was like him to over react. I was sure that with some time to cool off he would be fine, but until then I tuned him out and focussed my attention on Darien's jugular vein. His even pulse was so inviting, so welcoming and enticing, as though he was silently beckoning to me, begging me to do it, to bite. So I did.
My father was full on screaming now, but I wasn't listening to him. My every sense was entirely focussed on the sensation of feeding from a live human. For the most part, it was a lot like feeding from any animal-the fading heartbeat, the struggling to get free, the pitiful attempts to fight me off, the cries of anguish. But the taste. Of course I had tasted human blood, though not recently, and it definitely tasted similar, but that blood had been donated. It was kept in plastic bags in a fridge for days on end; it was dead in a sense. This blood was alive, and I had never enjoyed human blood this way before; pumping, flowing into me endlessly. I drank slowly, savouring every drop, because I knew this would be the last time it would happen-possibly for decades or even centuries, what with my being grounded and all.
When I was done I threw the bloodless corpse to the ground and straightened up to face my father. Even though he looked physically younger than me, he was terrifying when he looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I'm disappointed in you, Renesmee." Could a parent say anything more upsetting and disarming? I doubted it. "I had hoped that you could be trusted alone, but I see now that I was wrong. Now, I'm going to go get your mother, and she is going to decide on your punishment." With that he left.
I had known from the start that there really was no way to keep my dad in the dark about these kinds of things, and I had known that I would face punishment. I knew now that the punishment would be worse than anticipated, because I had not only killed a human in my family's own house, violating all their beliefs, but I had also directly disobeyed my father, and probably deeply hurt my boyfriend on top of it all. I was not to keen on facing everyone today-or ever. And I was afraid of my mother's wrath. She had never really needed to punish me before, so I didn't know what to expect. I was scared.
But it was worth it.
