Okay so I thought of writing this because whenever Bella looked at her hand with the scar and felt that it was cold, I felt like there was something going to happen to her, because I don't know if you noticed, but Stephanie brings up in the books a few times. I thought it would be a good story. So I hope you like it!
Oh by the way, it's all in Bella's Point of view. I wanted to keep on switching from Bella in one Chapter and Edward in the other, but I don't think I would do Edward's point of view too well :P.
Okay, so anyways, enjoy!
(btw this is my first fanfic ever.. so yeah)
Chapter 1
The sound of my stomach growling woke me up. I opened my eyes, and saw Edward laying beside me with a smile spread across his face. "Sounds like someone is hungry," he said jokingly. I smiled and slid off the bed. I turned to look at Edward, to tell him I wouldn't take long, but I was distracted by the reason he was standing right behind me. I really wasn't hoping he was following me downstairs, Edward already knows Charlie wouldn't be happy to find out the he has been staying in my room.
"Charlie left for work an hour ago" he said, as if he was reading my thoughts. My stomach growled, breaking the short silence. "It's already 10 am, I think your stomach is trying to tell you it needs food," Edward said, smiling.
I laughed and said "alright, c'mon". I ran out my bedroom door, and down the stairs with Edward catching up to me and grabbing my hand.
In the kitchen Edward took a seat at the right side of the table while watching me get my breakfast. I placed a spoon, bowl, box of cereal, and milk on the left side of the table, and sat down. Before pouring everything in my bowl, I just starred at it, thinking about how Edward drinks the blood of other animals, and soon enough, I'll be doing that too. I looked up to see Edward's eyes wide.
"Bella," he said "your finger… It's bleeding". I didn't realize till now that i was bitting my finger. I must have bit it a little too hard, because now -just like Edward had said- its bleeding. It was strange because, I didn't feel dizzy or nauseated, I just sat there calm starring at my finger bleeding. I was curious to know about what blood tasted like to vampires. I thought, it must taste sweet and mouth-watering to them like chocolate. I stopped thinking about that, because thinking about that was awkward.
I could feel Edwards worried eyes starring at me, but not one second did I take my eyes off my finger.
Unconsciously, I stuck my finger in my mouth to stop the bleeding from going on anywhere else than the kitchen table, and ran to the counter. I picked up paper towel, scissors from the drawer, and the towel that was laying on the counter top. Edward was still starring at me as I cleaned the table with my free hand. I cut a piece of towel and wrapped it around my finger, that was now out of my mouth, and tied it in a bow.
Edward finally broke the silence and said "okay stop hurting yourself, and eat already".
There was pause.
"I-I'm not hungry" I replied. He starred at me confused, while I put everything away, and sat back down in my seat.
I noticed my stomach started to bother me, though I was not it the mood to eat, and my throat was suddenly killing me, but I just sat there in the silence starring at my hands. I turned my hands over so that my palms were facing up, and then I took my hand, and traced the scar my other hand, that James had left me, from biting me. I realized I was leaving Edward, probably worried of what I was thinking, so I looked up to tell him I was alright, but he wasn't in his seat anymore. I turned my head to the right, and saw him standing next me, with a shocked and worried look in his eyes, which scared me.
"What?" I said, hoping he would tell me.
"Your eyes…" he replied. I froze. My eyes? What could be wrong with my eyes? He didn't say anything more, he just stood with the same worried expression.
"Edward! What is it?" I yelled angrily, and stood up from my chair. He still didn't answer me, he just grabbed me in his arms, and in one second we were in my kitchen, and then next we were outside on my driveway, beside my truck. I was too scared, to even try to think what was happening, and why Edward was looking as scared as I was feeling. All I knew was something was wrong with me, and my only guess was that Edward didn't like it very much.