Chapter one…thirsty

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Bella

It all happened so suddenly. Jasper and Carlisle had warned me and worried themselves about it. Edward had confidence that it wouldn't happen. But it did. It happened . .

I was newborn-thirsty after 7 months of being a controlled, vegetarian vampire.

My throat suddenly burned with dryness. The dull ache was gone. It was like becoming a vampire again. My throat was on fire. I dropped on the ground and couldn't even screech from the intensity of the burn.

"Bella!" Edward came running in his own room to do I don't care right now. Why did I have to be so thirsty here and now? Of course he would.

" Th- Th-Thirsty" I croaked weakly. I sucked in clean air as if a red hot spicy mint was in my mouth, but it had no effect.

Edward cocked his head at me to see if I was joking. Emmett would joke around like that. I looked away so he wouldn't see the agony in my face. He scooped me up from the ground and I screamed. I don't know why. I felt so scared. I tightly gripped onto Edward. He winced from my strength, but then turned calm. In a second he ran to Carlisle. I shut my eyes tightly and held my breath. I could hear his soothing voice but I couldn't listen. Then he was louder.

"Bella! Oh, Bella love tell me what you're talking about. Please."

Didn't I explain? I was thirsty! No duh. Carlisle then raised an eye brow. He ran his fingers down his throat. I wished I was human so his fingers would be cool to my throat.

"She says she's thirsty, Edward?" Carlisle questioned

Edward sighed, "Yes, but I already told you her and I just went hunting yesterday. She was fine."

That was when I let in another quiet breath. What a mistake. I went sadistic for a second and scrambled out of Edward's arms with a sudden jolt of energy. I crept onto the couch following the scent. On the couch was the source: Renesmee.

She must have caught my twisted expression, or what I'm pretty sure is a twisted expression.

"Mommy?"

I grinned. I was so thirsty, and right in front of me is a whole storage of warm, fresh blood. Then I grimaced. No, no I couldn't drink my daughter's blood. I wanted to run away, but the scent was unexplainable. I was so dreadfully thirsty, and some sweet blood would do me good. After all, what's a hybrid got to do with your record, anyway?

"Bella, no" Edward stood behind me and his eyes were filled with fear he had my arms behind me. My throat burned again and I fell to the ground. I shrieked in pain and Edward released his grip. I coughed and sputtered trying to force air out. But some got in. I had to drink something!

And I dove for Renesmee. I sank my teeth in and I sucked. My throat still burned, but it moistened it. Like a thin layer was put on my aching throat. It felt so good, yet still so wrong. But I couldn't stop. I was out of control.