NPOV
I am not a monster? My mother didn't die because of me? I sat in the Cullen's house, both listening and trying to wrap my head around the idea that I don't deserve to die. The half child's father was looking at me with curiosity etched into his pale features but when I turned to look at him, he quickly turned away.
I gave up thinking and tried to focus on the conversation. Again, I became distracted; this time it was a smell that piqued my attention. Similar to the wolf boy's scent but sweet and pleasant- flowers, plants, summer, a hint of bacon and… and a heart. A loud thrumming heart that drew me closer with every resounding beat. I only realized that I was moving when I reached the door, the conversation had dropped- all eyes where on me.
"Sorry, I wanted a little… fresh air," but I stopped in my tracks because whoever it was had gone. I wanted so much to hunt down that scent right there and then, to track it down to its owner. But I didn't. I sat down and said,
"oh, I feel better now. I don't know what came over me." The conversation slowly resumed but Edward was still looking at me. This look was different though… a different emotion that caused his face to be manipulated into a face resembling interest.
It was a half hour later that my aunt stood up and a chorus of farewells started. We left and were soon on our way home. While we were running I asked my aunt about each member of the coven, this strange group intrigued me, and I wanted to distract myself with thoughts of them rather than the intoxicating scent that made me want to run back to the Cullen's house and trace it back to its owner. My aunt told me about the Olympic Coven, or 'family' as they call themselves. Carlisle was the leader and had formed an incredible immunity to human blood through years of precluding medicine. His mate Esme loved to design houses. Emmet was the mate of Rosalie, as well as the strongest mature vampire I have ever met. Rosalie his mate was not graced with any powers, but she was quite beautiful, even for a vampire. Alice had an amazing gift that enabled her to see into the future, which is how she knew to come and get me as a witness. Her husband Jasper, a combat vampire involved in the Southern wars, could sense and control emotions. Edward, the vampire who was looking at me often through his family's discussion, was a mind reader and his new-born mate had a very strong shield. Their child, Renesmee, show things through touch.
Bella, the half-child's mother, was the reason for the unusual connection between the Olympic coven and the shape-shifters, who could transform into massive wolves apon will, once they learned properly. After our discussion, we ran in silence. I was fighting a losing battle to not think about that scent.