Cassandra's POV
All I can remember after seeing that guy attack Chelsea is running. Everything else is hazy, like I was observing through fog. I ran from the freak in hopes of getting a police man and then I hit the ground. Something cold was at my throat and there was a flash of white hot pain that made me cringe. But then it was gone. Like someone had injected me with anesthesia at just the right moment. There was an absence of everything. I felt like I should be in pain, but I felt nothing. I could hear something that sounded like cars revving their engines, only scarier. And then there was silky talking and cold, strong things holding me. I felt wind for a moment but then it was gone. The cold things went away and I felt wood. And then nothing. There was the occasional whoosh of wind and more silky voices, but really, it was nothingness. Complete isolation in my mind and detachment of my body.
This went on for quite a while.
Abruptly, I could feel my fingers and toes. I wiggled them experimentally. There was silence and then another gust of wind.
And then suddenly, I could hear. I mean, I could hear earlier, but it was like listening to someone whisper across the room. You can only catch a few words every two sentences. But now I could hear, even better than before all this. I heard differences in the voices and I understood what they said. And someone who was talking was pissed.
"I can't believe you Jasper! You're putting Renesmee in danger of this girl. I can tell that she's going to be just like every other newborn: bloodthirsty, careless, and hard to control."
"I can tell that she will be the most different vampire there ever was," said another voice (this one male) bitingly. The first person scoffed.
"Well, I can't" another voice (female) said bitterly, "but I bet Edward's right, Rose. And lay off of Jasper. It was an accident. They happen sometimes." The name Jasper brought a feeling of suspicion, but also a feeling of safety. What an odd mixture, I thought.
"She can hear us now." the second voice, Edward, said. I heard footsteps in the room, which brought my attention to my own feet, which I could now move, along with my hands.
"Cassandra," asked a new voice. Male, I decided. "Can you understand me?" I tried to nod, but the best I could get was a chin jerk. "You are going to wake up completely soon, and then I will explain everything to you, okay?" I "nodded" my head again and thought you better, mister, or else I will punch you in the face till you do. Someone chuckled. My lips now had feeling, and I thought about surprising them and talking, but I didn't. I instead did a body check up. My legs and arms now had feeling, but I couldn't get up. My chest felt like a lead weight, holding me down. It stayed like that for a whole minute, and then there was another flash of brilliant hot pain, hotter than last time, forcing a shriek from my throat. But then it was gone, and so was my inability to move. I could stand. I could walk. I could jump up and run out of here, kicking anyone who tried to stop me. But instead of any of those tempting ideas, I opened my eyes to a collective gasp from my now seen audience.
Standing over me, looking dumb founded, were four people; there was two girls and two guys. All were beautiful and had golden eyes and angular faces. One girl was small and petite looking, with a halo of black hair in perfect spiky disarray that made her look like a pixie. The other was taller and blonde. She was the kind of girl that made everyone take a hit on their self esteem just by looking at her. She glared, but was still amazed by something. One guy looked concentrated, with crazy bronze colored hair that swept into his brooding but impossibly happy eyes. The last was older than the other three, who were about eighteen or so. He looked twentyish with blonde hair.
"What are you staring at?" I demanded. But I was amazed by my own voice. It rang through the air and had sounded like wind chimes.
"Your eyes…"spluttered the blonde guy.
"Y-yeah, haven't you ever seen blue-green eyes before?" I said scathingly.
"Not on vampires." muttered the blonde chick. Her voice was the same as the one called Rose.
Vampires? What the heck? I thought
"Yes, Cassandra," the bronze haired boy, who seemed to have recovered first, said. I recognized his voice as to be Edward's. "That's what we are. And that's what you are now."