Spanish Influenza
Edwards Point Of View
The pain flowed thru me I was dying, I could feel it. Carlisle was standing over me, worry creasing his forehead.
"im going to die… am I ?" Carlisle didn't speak, then all I knew disappeared, I was in Acoma,
I knew it was death that was next. The pain was wordless. It was if I was paralyzed and someone turned off the lights. Though soon I felt wind rustling through my curls, then it stopped and I could open my eyes. Death I knew it, I opened them and looked around.
There standing over me was Carlisle, determination on his face, a knife in his hand. He cut my wrists and ankles. Then lowered his head, and put his lips to my neck. A sharp pain ripped through me.
I arched my back and yelled the loudest yell I could muster. There was fire running through my veins as if a toxic drink.
I just kept screaming, that and writhing in pain. When that would happen Carlisle would apologize. WHY WONT I DIE?.
Then I Awoke.
I felt thrilled, my eyesight was excellent, but there was a burning in the back of my throat, longing for something.
Carlisle explained to me what I was. I scoffed at the name Vampire. Vampire? Me no way
" you are so absurd" the boy doesn't believe me confusion swept through me as my brow furrowed. "No I do not believe you, I mean vampire" I scoffed the name vampire. " your thirsty" he was right, I was longing for some liquid. Then I noticed the mirror.
My eye's they were red, a crimson red. My cheeks more prominent, my lips full and perfect.
VAMPIRE!