I screamed. The pain was so immense. I promised myself that I wouldn't scream. I promised that I wouldn't show the pain. If he saw something he didn't like, I knew he would stop. And then...well. Then what would I do??
But I was sure that something was wrong now. After all-wasn't it supposed to be a relatively quick bite, just long enough to inject the venom. So was I just imagining the fangs still piercing my skin?? The lips enclosing my hand, the sucking noises, the feeling of the blood slowly draining out of me??
I struggled against the fire in my veins, and opened my eyes, expecting to meet Edwards, for reassurance.
But instead, I saw black irises. And the red slowly creeping in the edges.
And the face of Carlisle.