Chapter 2
Rosalie held the glass of red wine between us on the bed. It was a large glass, like something out of The Great Gatsby, as large as a small bowl. Her parents -Carlisle and Esme -were unquestionably wealthy. Rosalie only ever smirked at her good fortune. She had been rich when she had been alive as a human a hundred years ago as well.
She took a sip of the blood red liquid and passed it to me.
I took a sip and handed it back to her. It was her's, I was her's. I was under her control, I would only drink what she gave me...I was dizzy from the wine, but beneath it all, my mind was set on one thing. The force of purpose she had become for me, like the center of a whirlpool-and I would soon collapse completely into her depths.
She set the glass on the desk by her bed.
The dark, black comforter surrounded our naked bodies to the shoulders. It was as soft as the humid air that would float around us when we opened our doors to step outside. It hit the whiteness of the sheets below us like charcoal.
Rosalie kissed me harshly with her gaze. "Are you sure you want this?"
I nodded, mesmerized by her eyes. "Yes."
"You know it's painful, you know it's permanent, you know nothing will ever hurt more?" She listed everything like she was about to give me a tattoo and had already gone over the criteria for one a gazillion times.
"Yes."
Rosalie stroked my cheek, her hand as cold as Artic water. I felt red flush rise up on my face beneath her touch.
"Okay." She paused a moment, dropping her hand from me, and I was alone on my side of the bed without any contact. Then she leaned towards me, "I'll stay with you until it's over," she murmured, her breath pressing against my lips.
She kissed me, down my neck, until she reached my shoulder, where her teeth came out from behind her lips, and bit down...
~B~B~
I sat on a rock in the forest, picking at the dirt on the side of my shoe. This was the third day, that I had gone directly from my foster parent's house, to the woods, and called in the absence. It was nice that the school wasn't having any problems with this. In the past, things had gotten nasty with my teachers at some of my old schools, even resulted in a transfer to a new home a couple of times. Depression had seemed like a good enough reason to skip school back then. Now I had an even better one.
I didn't hear a single leaf break before her presence circled around me. Her steps were soft and precise; she regarded me with one raised eyebrow. "This is how you choose to spend your time?"
I looked up into Rosalie's brown, clear eyes. "You're good at finding me."
Rosalie rolled her eyes and snorted. "Please. You're a newborn and you barely move an inch off that rock all day. It wouldn't take a genius to be able to find you even if they had to run through all the paths in the forest. You never move."
"I'm not hungry."
"Really? You just don't want to kill."
I shrugged, resisting the temptation to draw my knees up to my chest and hug them, I tapped my foot against the ground in an increasing rhythm.
"You're hungry for someone though, aren't you?"
Alice was suddenly burning through my veins at her mention. "Just tell me how to fix it, will you?" I said, desperate again. How many sentences did it take before my casual voice was already out of check?
"Yeah, but you're going to have to kill," She said with a smile, her eyes widening mischievously on the last word.
~B~B~
The pain in my veins made my body shake and tremble, but I only felt it's gentle movements as I was coming out of it, my body still moving after the pain had slithered away. All night, my body must have thrashed around and screamed loudly, but I hadn't been able to be aware of anything other than the pain.
I opened my eyes to see Rosalie close to my face, eyes smiling down at me, still holding a promise that would soon slip away and into her brown eyes' depths and disappear forever.
"Welcome back," She said. "How do you feel?"
I looked up at the ceiling, and thought for a moment. I clenched and unclenched my fists, feeling the ripple of muscles that, if they had been there before, I had never noticed.
"Stronger," I said.
"What else?"
I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth. My throat felt a little dry, as if sandpaper were resting against my tongue and rubbing against it every time I swallowed.
"Thirsty?"
Her question acted like a command, and suddenly the flames sprang to my throat.
~B~B~
"What you have to do, Bella, is kill something, a deer, if that's what you want, and imagine that it's...that someone you can't resist."
"Sounds simple enough, why couldn't you have told me this over the phone?"
Rosalie gave a small smile and shook her head. "Trust me. It's not that simple."
Rosalie grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the rock. I let go of her hand as soon as I was on my feet, managing to partially conceal the wince on my face at the warmness of her hand despite the cold that ran through both of our veins.
"Why don't you let me find the first prey, since you look a little tired," There was more scorn in her voice than sympathy. "And then we can begin."
"The first prey?"
"Yes."
~B~B~
"You don't want to kill anything!"
"It's not that," I said firmly. "I'm just not thirsty."
"You signed up for this Bella, you're going to have to drink at some point."
I folded my arms.
She gave my shoulder a gentle nudge. "Don't worry about it, drinking is fun."
I unfolded my arms, "gross!"
She laughed. "You'll see. It's like a thrill."
~B~B~
Rosalie had only been here eleven minutes, and already she had broken through the clouds surrounding Forks and let some of the light through. It shined down on her locks as she ran, hair bouncing after her, and me fighting to keep up. My muscles strained against the movement. I could feel the lack of blood within them, but I really wasn't hungry.
Rosalie wanted me to picture a deer as Alice? Wasn't it hard enough to kill something innocent, without the face of your crush dancing through your mind?
I tried not to let it show how hard this would be for me, as she spotted the deer, smiled, touched my shoulder and pointed. I looked into those brown eyes. They were Alice's eyes now. I ran at the deer, but before I reached it, it had already transformed back into an animal, by the time I touched the fur it was less than a creature, only a glass full of blood, and I drank.
Rosalie grabbed my arm and yanked me away. "You're not doing it correctly," she hissed through her teeth.
Blood dribbled down my chin and my hands were covered in it as well. "What...?" I said, a little dazed from the drink, and the lightheartedness of my continued hunger, which only seemed to be more prominent now.
"I can tell by your expression. You weren't thinking of them. Come on, we have to find another deer now."
Rosalie bent to drink the rest of the blood out of Alice's body. In death, from the distance away I stood, the deer had managed to transform into what I had been forcing myself to think of before.
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