Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight that's by Stephenie Meyer
A.N. Sorry this chapter not beta yet, I'll replace it once it is.
Resurrection of the Dead
Esme's POV.
I open my eyes and I'm greeted by darkness, but this time it's different from blackness. With the dark, I could still see shapes of what seemed like rocks, shells and grains of sand. I feel pressure all around me but it doesn't affect me and I easily shift it. Just by moving my hand and it breaks through the sand as if it was flour. The barrier of dirt is removed as I push through from underneath. Light shines through the cracks where the damp sand is crumbling down. Soon I make enough space that I can haul myself out from the ground.
Once out, I notice that I'm different; my vision is clearer, not that I had issues before but now it is enhanced to see finer detail. My strength is also extraordinary since I was able to dig myself out of a grave six feet under. The fact that I can move after the fatal fall is also amazing. I can hear rushing waves and seagulls cry when I was underground. Is this what happens when you cheat death?
All these new features I possess but I also feel like I'm lacking something. I strain to hear my heartbeat with my improved hearing but I can't. I put my hands to my chest and feel no beat. How is it possible that I'm alive and breathing with no heartbeat? Wait, I'm not even breathing! Maybe I didn't cheat death after all since I'm already dead!
Maybe I'm a ghost, which would explain my lack of heart beat and breathe. But it wouldn't cover my strength since I'll pass through everything, won't I? I look around wherever I was for clues that would explain this phenomenon.
I find a fairly large rock, but I notice there are scribbles on it, I crept over to investigate and sure enough the scribbles actually formed words in fancy calligraphy. Glancing over it quickly the final lines caught my attention:
Prayers I send
To my dear Friend
Someone was here; I thought maybe they could help me and explain what is going on. With a new purpose I set out to find help but I have no idea where to start looking. First thing first though, I have to get out of here.
Leaving my tombstone and grave, I follow the light out from the other end. But once I contacted the sunlight, I'm blinded by sparks of diamonds. Swiftly I retreat back inside and they disappear. What was that, another strange effect of being the undead? Slowly, I inch my hands forward until the tips of my finger tips are in the direct light of the sun. Again sparkles are flying bouncing off my skin, aren't ghost supposes to be translucent and glowing, not sparkling I think aloud. Things just keep on getting weirder and weirder.
I wait until a cloud covers the sun before reattempting to leave. This time as I exit I have no more glittering skin. I take a look around and see that the sky is mostly composed of thick gray clouds and that brief period of sunlight peaked from a rift between them. I find myself face with the same sea and rocks from the previous night but instead of being above them, I'm below and across them in a secluded cave on a beach.
I risk the protection the cave provided and wander farther out. The cold from the sea doesn't bother me like before maybe because we are now of the same temperature. I leave footprints in the sand which rejects the theory of me being a ghost which would float over. I loom over the water and take a look at my reflection, I gasps in shock at what stares back. Me.
I'm looking the most beautiful as ever in my entire lifetime, even after what I've been through. I was expecting cuts and bruises on my face not this flawless white skin. My hair covered with sand is still able to look groomed, with a natural shine and smooth texture. Only thing I'm thrown off by is my red eyes and sharpened canine teeth. Am I a vampire? I think incredulously. That's impossible there is no such thing, and wave off that thought. But it won't be shut out and keeps reoccurring in my thoughts, I'm still here which is also impossible but true.
Self-consciously I checked over myself for bite marks and found none; but began doubting my decision to find whoever was in the cave with me.
Vampire…keeps echoing in my head on repeat. I try to push off that fact to the back of my mind but I can't. I try to think logically, there's no such thing, but life is full of unsolved mysteries so I can't cross it off the list based on that reason.
The more I think and try to prove it wrong the more it seems to be right. I make a mental list in my mind that matches what myths are known: Improvement of the senses, including sight, smell, hearing, and strength. Avoidance of sunlight which is partially true but instead of bursting into flames I'll burst into sparkles. Endurance I don't mind the cold anymore, that's maybe because I'm dead. Well actually undead, I'm without a heartbeat and don't need to breathe, yet I'm still able to be here. I have extraordinary beauty for luring in prey to feed…
A chill ran down my spine at the thought of feeding, as I shake myself to get rid of the sensation. But like the theory of being vampire, it won't stay locked up in the box of unwanted thoughts. My throat begins to burn with intense thirst and I find myself craving blood…
I can't help myself as my instincts take over and my body has a mind of its own. Automatically, I begin sniffing to find my prey, my ears on alert for any sounds, my eyes focusing and scanning the surroundings. Finally, I detect a faint whiff of human, hidden in the sea's salty air. My legs are already following the scent, and I can hear frantic screams, splashing of water, but most importantly the acceleration of the heartbeat pumping blood. I lick my lips anticipating how sweet the blood will taste as I sink my teeth in. Mmmm... I smile at the idea of the rush of warm blood flowing down my throat, quenching my thirst.
