Blood Hungry
It happened to be that time of the month again. I tried to follow the Cullens' vegetarian ways, but my body just craved all things chocolaty and meaty. As I was digging through the fridge for cookies and salami slices (that I hid from Edward) last night, I heard strange rustling. Mice? Or could that've been rats? Anyway, the noise scared me a little. Clutching the tray of Oreos and the sausage in my hand, I tiptoed across the kitchen floor to flip on the light switch. There's a bathroom around the corner from the kitchen. That doesn't annoy me or gross me out, but I do find it strange at times.
The rustling grew louder. It was without a doubt the sound of dirty, tiny, little feet running across the plastic of trash bags. But I could see that the lights were on, and Ed and I were the only people in the house.
I groped for the doorknob and swung the door open.
"ED, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"Bella, it's not what it looks like!" he shouted, looking worried with a string hanging from his blood-glossed lips.
I dropped my snacks on the bathroom tiles and went to yank that string from his mouth. I know Edward loves me, but hopefully not so much to start craving—
"EDWARD! YOU'RE EATING MY BLOODY TAMPONS!" I screamed at him. I flush the poor thing down the toilet. "You're not supposed to eat them!" I threw down the lid and sat on the toilet with my face in my hands. How could he do that?
He leaned himself against the countertop and took a deep breath. "Bell, I'm sorry. But you smell so good right now. Couldn't help but wonder what you taste like…"
"Enough, Ed. Just wash my blood off your face and go to bed—on the couch!"
"But—"
"COUCH!" I picked up my snacks and stormed out of there. Some vampires…they seriously need help.