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The mere fact that I was sitting here showed how far gone I was. This was pure insanity and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. The park bench I sat on was wet, the damp soaking into my pants. The children that played just a few feet away gave off such a delicious smell that I had to put all my self control into not springing over and draining them. It wasn't just the children either. The young mothers that sat nearby, talking lowly about the latest small town scandals, smelled delicious as well. The combined fragrances were truly making me go mad.
The others had protested violently when I told them where I was going. Rosalie, of course, was the most vehement. She told me I was a self centered arrogant idiot, just to paraphrase. Emmett just looked worried and told me he would always go hunting with me, whenever. That's why Emmett is probably my favorite person, he tells you what he thinks and if you don't take his advice he just supports you. Esme had asked me quietly if I thought that this was really necessary and Carlisle had simply told me to be careful. Even Edward sent of waves of anger, doubt, and disbelief downstairs. Because this was the most we had heard from him in weeks I let that one go.
To all the others I calmly answered and then made my escape. And now I was sitting here, asking myself why I hadn't listened to hem. The answer was Alice. I had to do this but not for me, for her. I knew she hadn't left because of me but a small part of me still thought that maybe if I could just try a little harder, do a little better she would come back. It wasn't easy for me to stay here while Alice roamed, looking for any other surviving relatives she might have. We already knew about her niece, who lived in Biloxi, but Alice was sure that there were other people out there who might have heard or remember Mary Alice Brandon. I could only hug her, wish her good luck, tell her to stay safe, and wonder what happened to us and where we had gone wrong.
Suddenly I was tired, bone achingly weary. I slowly lifted myself of the bench and began to walk back to the car. I was ready to go home; actually I was more then ready. Then I stopped and turned around, I could feel the monster begin to take over, the abhorrent predator finding a scent he enjoyed. There. The smell, tantalizing jasmine, orange, and cinnamon, wafted around me. It belonged to the girl walking across the baseball field.
Her hair was short and fell into spikes that framed her face. It was black with blonde and hot pink highlights. She was wearing jeans and black leather jacket over a black t-shirt. I had watched the evolution of style over the many centuries I had been alive. To me most of what was "cool" seemed downright idiotic looking. Boys growing their hair as long as girl and both sexes wearing so much eyeliner they looked like pandas showed that there was something warped in people's minds. However this girl didn't look idiotic or stupid, she looked…normal, like this was who she was and even if everyone else had been wearing formal dress clothes this was what she would be wearing instead.
All this flashed through my mind in an instant as the smell grew stronger and the monster began to take over. I started to crouch, to walk closer, to open my mouth and feel the satisfying snap of my jaw. Then, thankfully, the wind began to blow, not a lot but enough that the smell receded enough for me to run for the car, putting all my focus into keeping up a human pace. I opened the door slowly, controlling myself. I could feel my muscles tighten as I lowered my self into the car and carefully drove off. As soon as I reached the city limits I sped up, reaching a good hundred and ten. It still wasn't enough. I drove faster and faster, needing so badly to run. Finally I couldn't take it any longer, I stopped the car and jumped out, shifting immediately into the hunter.
I could feel the ache in my stomach, feel the back of my mouth go cotton dry, and feel the venom pool under my tongue. I ran with a purpose, not taking my time to leisurely enjoy the run, I had to feed. I ran desperately through the forest, franticly tracking the herd of deer I scented. When I finally reached them, I crouched and sprang. I didn't waste time calculating speed or distance; I knew as soon as I leapt I would reach my target.
I quickly snapped the buck's neck, killing him without any pain. I greedily put my lips to his neck and sunk my teeth in. I felt the blood flow down my throat, slaking the thirst a little but not nearly enough. If I was going to spend any time around humans in the next few days I needed something more. I quickly shredded the carcass and stood up, scenting the air. The smell that drifted to me brought a measure of relief and I quickly started running towards the bear I had scented.
Hours later, when my thirst was controllable and the burn in my throat had faded to the ever-constant flare; I got back in the car and headed home. When I opened the door I felt waves of relief coming from the living room. Esme, Carlisle, Emmett, and Rosalie were sitting in there watching a movie. And judging from the self-loathing and despair coming from upstairs, any progress Edward had made was gone. I sat down on the couch, nodding my head and taking Esme's hand; silently acknowledging the welcome and love they sent towards me. This was the reason I had stayed here; this was the only thing that kept me going after Alice left.
A/N: Hey everyone, here's the first chapter of Blood Lust, the Jasper story I was talking about. Sorry for not updating Earth to Bella, I will work on the second chapter of that today. I had my surgery yesterday, five teeth removed so i don't feel the greatest. Anyway, love to all
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