author's note: this is a story that will probably seem played out at first, but i will find some ways to twist it into unusuality (if that's a word). i hate cliches on fanfiction. this chapter is set in two point-of-views. i think when you read it you will soon find out which ones they are. AU to Twilight. this is kind of a short chapter. sorry.
disclaimer: if you think i own twilight, then you need some help. i own nothing, you hear? NOTHING! -sob-
He was shockingly beautiful, but in an almost fierce, scary kind of way. Somehow, I was drawn to him like a moth to a lamppost. I couldn't control myself anymore. Those hypnotizing black irises were sucking me into a trance until I couldn't think straight.
"Come with me," the boy said in a honey-sweet, smooth-as-butter voice. It all felt like a dream where a beautiful angel was descending from the heavens to lead me away into a new mysterious world. He didn't take his eyes away from mine for a second, and without my notice, suddenly we were outside. I felt incoherent and found that I couldn't form a thought, let alone a sentence. I was completely dazed and just kept on following him. It didn't matter where we were going, or that I didn't know this boy at all. I just knew that I had to follow him.
An immeasurable amount of time passed by and we were in the woods just outside the campus' edge. Everything about this stranger intoxicated me; his smell, his voice, his breath, his eyes…He was seducing me until I had no idea what was going on. However, the desire to run was far from my mind. He didn't scare me, he only sparked my interest.
He closed the space between us in two long strides, backing me up against a tree. In the back of my brain I wondered how we had gotten past the teachers and faculty to get out here alone, but all traces of thought escaped my brain when he touched me. I was so lost in his eyes that I only vaguely felt his hand brush across the side of my neck, pushing my hair back. I felt my pulse quicken and my breathing pick up speed. Nothing that was happening seemed real. Without breaking my gaze, the mysterious boy slowly bent his head down to my exposed throat. I closed my eyes and felt his cool breath trickle past my skin, shivering in the process. I felt completely at ease, even though I had a nagging feeling inside that something was wrong.
He paused for a moment, as if in deep thought, before plunging a set of intensely sharp razors piercing through my skin like tissue paper.
I had never experienced such a pain in all of my life, and yet I couldn't find the will to scream. I couldn't move or make a sound; I just stood there, barely aware of what was happening to me. It was like my attacker had shut off all of my senses. Everything around me felt like a blur, and I could only concentrate on the sharp, intense pain in my neck.
I started to see blackness closing in around the outside of my vision and I knew the lightheadedness would follow soon afterwards. I was only faintly aware that this boy was slowly killing me, mostly because of the excruciating pain that he was causing. I was probably losing a lot of blood, but I didn't feel any drip down my neck. I wondered why he decided to stab me with a razor blade, and why his head was still bent over the wound. It was all very odd. But I couldn't do anything but let him murder me. I felt helpless and weak and a little dizzy, but the hypnosis set in from his eyes still hadn't worn off yet. I felt no fear.
In the blink of an eye, I felt a quick, jagged shot of extra pain where the blade was cutting into my neck, as if the wounds were getting ripped open wider. The last thing I was alert enough to sense was a blur of impossibly-fast motion and an ear-deafening crack. After that, I slid into unconsciousness- a quiet, peaceful world in my head that, to my advantage, washed away every trace of agonizing pain from my awareness. For all I knew then, I was dead.
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A thousand thoughts were going through my head, but only one protruded the rest- the thought of how exquisitely amazing her blood would feel dripping down my throat. 90 years of resistance and hard work, all crashing down because of one, unimportant human girl. It was like she was a demon sent from my own personal hell sent to ruin me. I tried to force myself to think of Carlisle and Esme and everyone else, but I couldn't focus. My mind was only aware of the girl in front of me and the warm, tacky liquid inside that was keeping her living. My need took over and I felt the hunger reflect in my appearance. My eyes were probably coal-black by now.
What frustrated me further was that I could not hear her thoughts. There was no warning in her mind that she would try to run or shift the air surrounding her delicious fragrance by making a sudden movement. She was totally unpredictable, and that I was not used to. If I chose to kill her, I would have no incentive to stop. I would not see any thoughts of her family or her cherished memories, or anything that would make me desire to cease the act because of my morals. I would not see her life flash before her eyes. At least if I was able to, maybe I would've thought twice about murdering an innocent human, or at the very least it might've made me direct my mind to my own family. But it was hopeless. This human was going to die at my hands, and I would be the beholder of the extraordinary chance to drink her blood in the process. Carlisle wouldn't understand, anyway. He wasn't here in this small biology room with her now; he could never imagine how unbearably irresistible her scent was. It was simply mouthwatering.
"Come with me," I mused seductively into her ear. I felt her eyes penetrating into mine and saw the cornea glaze over slightly. I knew I had her hooked; this would be easy.
I led her outside, slipping past the questioning eyes with ease, heading into the woods next to the high school. Venom pooled in my mouth as I breathed in her marvelous fragrance and backed her up against a tree. I held her gaze, as not to wake her from the trance-like state, but still fully concentrating on the thick, quickening beat pulsing in her neck and wrists.
It would soon be nonexistent.
I watched the girl's eyelids close as I slowly bent my head down towards the protruding vein in her throat. Pushing her hair away from the skin, I thought of how glorious her blood would really taste. I would have to do this slowly, as not to rush things. Drinking quickly would make the experience end far too soon.
Just as I opened my mouth, I froze. My mind seemed to get a little clearer in the last few moments. Death lingered in the air and I found that I could form a few reasonable doubts to contrast the actions I was about to take. This would wreck everything Carlisle had built up for us over the years. It could tear me away from my family; I knew that it would be a long while before I could ever look them in the eye again. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea…
But I knew it was necessary now. I had the human cornered, alone, and willing. It made everything I desired so effortlessly simple. Even some of the strongest of us fall of the wagon sometimes, right?
My razor-sharp, venom-coated teeth plummeted through her frail skin and were met with the most spectacular taste imaginable. She did not move or scream, so I proceeded to take a drink.
I was in a state of pure ecstasy as the warm, red substance flowed into my mouth. Any thought I had previously conjured up in my head to portray how magnificent this was had been erased by the truth of the actual experience. Her blood tasted better than I could have ever imagined, and there was nothing stopping me now from draining her dry and fulfilling my burning need. I felt myself start to drain the life out of the fragile body, thinking nothing of it.
And then it happened.
Suddenly, something with incredible strength shoved into me hard, and, trying to continue drinking, my teeth jerked the wound open harshly. I broke away from my heaven-sent elixir and turned to view what had hit me. Faster than should be possible, my arm was pulled from behind me and twisted until the indestructible bone snapped inside it. Before I knew what was happening, I was on the ground being beaten with no mercy. I heard the figure growl with a fierce intensity and I tried to fight back as best as I could in such a painful condition. I was not finished with this human and I had no intention of sharing.
Rolling over, I kicked my challenger square in the chest and heard them fly back a couple yards. Gasping for breath and teeth bared, I crawled over to the almost-drained, unconscious human next to me and reached for her bleeding neck. Once again, I was knocked away with such a peculiar force that I knew only one vampire to have. She wasn't trying to take the girl for herself; she was trying to stop me from finishing a human off.
Weak and mad with thirst, I looked up into the furious, pitch-black eyes of Alice Cullen.