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La Tua Cantante
Biology. I hated Biology. I had studied it several times at school, taken two medical degrees, and could probably teach the lesson instead of the teacher. Nothing interesting was going to happen in Biology. The door opened, and I heard Angela Weber enter. But there was another set of footsteps next to hers. Footsteps without a voice attached. That was very odd. I turned slightly in my chair and saw the new girl, Isabella Swan. Once again, I could not hear her mind. I frowned in annoyance. She began to walk along the aisle. As she neared my desk, she stared at me out of the corner of her eye. My lips curved upwards; the glance was obviously meant to be inconspicuous.
Suddenly, it hit me. Her scent. It was the single most delicious blood I had ever smelled in my eighty years as a vampire. I clenched my fists. She was a weak human, and her blood sang to me. I could not distinguish between right and wrong any more. There was only her, and her blood. I must have her blood. I needed her blood more than I had needed anyone else's. Her blood was the one that was meant for me. It called out to me, the strongest call I had ever felt. My muscles tensed, and venom flooded into my mouth. My lips curled back over my razor sharp teeth. How I longed to quench my thirst on her blood. As she completed her step past my desk, she fell into the girl in front of me. A sick chuckle built in my throat. She was an unusually weak human. No contest at all.
Then she was gone. A waft of fresh air blew over me. I could think again. I gasped internally. I had come that close to revealing my secret. That close to destroying everything I had built for myself. In that one moment, I would have done the unthinkable, and I would not have been able to return from that. Isabella Swan would have to sit next to me. And I could not kill her. It was a paradox. I wanted to sate my thirst on her blood, but I could not risk that. I was at the point of no return, as they say. One wrong move and I would be forced to leave everything and everyone that I love forever, and return to my solitary existence as a demon-eyed monster.
Another burst of air cooled my head. I stopped my breath. I would not breathe in her scent. I would not destroy everything for her. Isabella Swan was my nemesis.
La tua cantante.
