AN: Okay, I know it has been forever, and you probably think I am really an awful writer because I had it writen even before I posted the prologue, along with the three next chapters, but I want reviews... -whines- It would make me update...-looks hopeful- pleaaaaaaaaaase? -uber cute puppy dog eyes-
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Anyway, here is the chapter...
Blood's Rule
Chapter1: The day I met her
The day began as every other day since that fateful day, two years ago. I saw the teenagers go to school, anxious as ever, but there was something slightly different, about a new admission, I think. It's not as if I cared but I was interested. Who would want to live in a town that cold and wet and sunless? I heard something about the Town's Police Chief Charlie Swan' daughter, whose mother divorced many years ago and went to Phoenix with her. Phoenix... I heard that the coven who owned that town was particularly cruel: they used to kill entire families within the day they chose their prey. I wondered how that girl managed to come here... I suppose there were still a few planes traveling through the world, even though they were becoming scarce.
I was still lost in those thoughts in my Volvo, one of the last remnants of the time before how it all started, when I drove past a little house near the end of the town. Then, suddenly, I was hit by a wonderful scent. I had fed yesterday night so my throat shouldn't be hurting like that, but I felt like I hadn't drank in months, years almost. My throat burned as it never had before and I felt the fresh venom inside of my mouth. But the venom didn't help the dryness I felt. Only one thing could stop that awful sensation. Only one thing could quench my thirst. Blood.
I knew that feeling, I experimented it before, but certainly not as strongly as I did now. My car stopped, even though I didn't really make any decision. My instincts did. The instincts of a vampire, of a monster, a predator: a predator who just found its prey. My car was parked by the side of the driveway, the little house was out of sight. The smell was still there, though less potent. I managed somehow to clear my head from the thick cloud that took over my mind when I smelled that wonderful scent... The most delicious scent I ever smelled. I could only imagine what the blood would taste...The thick, warm liquid running down my throat, appeasing the dryness ...
Stop! I mustn't think like that. I only fed from the criminals, those who deserved death, not from random people who smelled good... deliciously good...
I needed something, some thought to distract myself from that scent. I couldn't bring myself to run away. I fact, curiosity was calling me almost as much as the blood. This blood who seemed to have been created for me only, as if it already belonged to me, or maybe to test me? I couldn't drink this blood, not when I didn't know for sure that the person deserved death.
I knew, now that my thoughts were almost coherent, who the little house belonged to. It was Chief Swan's. He bought it while he was still married with Renee Swan. But it wasn't the Chief's scent. No, this scent belonged to a woman, and a young one at that. It was a floral scent, with freesia, I think. Particularly feminine.
I remembered the earlier conversation I overheard. There was a new arrival in town and she was Chief Swan's seventeen-year-old daughter, who came back from Phoenix. She was called Isabella Marie Swan and was supposed to go to Forks High School tomorrow… if she survived until then. If I decided not to kill her, and managed to keep that decision.
I walked slowly toward the little house, trying to get used to that scent. Maybe I could get somehow immune, and be able to think correctly while being close to such an appealing fragrance. Maybe, with some time, it won't be so potent...
Indeed, after a few minutes breathing that scent, a few hours in fact, while walking slowly toward its source, I arrived at the house. I listened intently. There were two heartbeats. I heard one person wandering in the room just in front of me. It was more like pacing, in fact. And I heard some sobbing. The sobs came from the first floor, from the same spot where the scent emanated from. So the Swan daughter was crying... Why?
I didn't know why she cried, but what surprised me, and flustered me, the most was that I cared, and didn't know why. I shouldn't. I mean, it's not as if I'm a heartless monster (even though I am... ) and I like to see humans cry their soul out, but I don't usually bother wondering why and I certainly never wanted to sooth them. What was wrong with me?
I tried to justify the strange urge I had to find out the reason behind the cries, and the urge to stop them, to sooth them... Well, maybe the girl was hurt and she was bleeding... that would be a reason why I shouldn't come inside, so that's why I had to know. But it didn't make sense, I would smell it, I would know it if her blood was spilled. And it still didn't explain the desire to calm her. It was certainly not the desire of the monster inside, it was the gentleman I once was and still wanted to be who was talking. A man. Maybe it was to tame the monster, because tears contained the very essence of one's soul. Her tears had almost as much power as her blood. If the cries ceased, I would be able to approach further without risking her life. Yes but why did I want to approach if it wasn't to kill her?
I finally put the blame on boredom. Of course! I was bored so everything just the slightest bit out of ordinary was becoming terribly interesting. Even more when it was a dangerously appetizing human girl I never met. And I was alone. Maybe I was searching for some company, some distraction...Nonsense.
Anyway, I had a very easy way to know what happened in there, and if that girl deserved death or if I would spare her. I stopped blocking the thoughts and concentrated on the area in front of me.
"I don't know what happened... Is Renee...? Isabella... Bella...she prefers Bella... When she came here, she had so much pain in her eyes... But her face was blank... She held me like I would disappear at any moment... probably, that means... It means Renee... No, I must not make assumptions like that. That probably means nothing... Though she did come here in a rush. She called me ten minutes before boarding the plane to tell me she was coming here! Such a haste probably means danger...And then when she arrived, she locked herself in her room...I want to give her privacy but I can't help but wonder.. In fact, I know. Bella would never let her mother alone, even less in a town ruled by such vicious vampires..." The first voice rambled on and on. I immediately recognized it to be Chief Swan's. I tried to hear the other voice, to hear her side of the story, but I heard nothing. Nothing but a blank. I listened harder. A void. I desperately tried to hear something. Maybe she was thoughtless. I couldn't hear a thing because there was nothing to hear. But that couldn't be true. Her father talked -or thought in that case- about her very highly, as if she was a very clever person.
But why? Why did I even care? I was deeply intrigued. Not only by this human, but also by the way she made me feel. The way she intrigued me, breaking the wall I carefully built around myself. The wall of nothingness: the wall which made me emotionless.
Maybe if I saw her things would be cleared? It could help me hear her thoughts... Maybe it would tell me if I could kill her? I felt something at that thought. Guilt. Disgust. Self-loathing. I couldn't kill her. Why that was was beyond me. It never bothered me before.
I knew I was lying. It always disgusted me the way I killed coldly people who had a life, a family, a past and the possibility of a future which would never happen, because of me. Maybe I wouldn't do that with that Swan girl. Maybe I could behave like I used to before that fateful day, two years ago. Maybe ...
I just wanted a reason to satisfy my curiosity over that strange girl whose mind was blocked to me. Maybe that was my reason. I wanted to act again, to be part of that masquerade because I was bored and alone. And I was guilt-ridden... And ashamed? That was a first. Of course I disappointed Carlisle, but now I understood that I also disappointed myself. But I couldn't go back now, could I? It was too late.
I was almost desensitized now. I went where the sobs where the most audible and saw there was a window. It was the window to her room. I knew it. I knew she was there, on her bed because her cries were slightly muffled, probably with a pillow.
I graciously leaped from where I was, careful not to give in too much to my senses, and landed silently at the other side of the window.
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