A/N: Okay. So I admit that I am slowly becoming enveloped in this fic. This is written post Twilight and prior New Moon. I hope that everyone enjoys. Please review. It does wonder to the writer's enthusiasm.
Gracefully, she rose to her feet. She inhaled deeply. A thirst sparked within her. What was that amazing smell? She glanced downward. A large mass of dried blood stained the tiled floors. It sparked a deep need within her core. The sweet scent overwhelmed her senses and yet, it was familiar and precariously nauseating. Shards of glass were scattered everywhere. The mirror had been smashed in an apparent frustration. What was left of the jigsaw of silver remained intact where it once resided. She glared at the reflection shining back at her.
"Onyx." She whispered as she gazed into her own eyes.
She touched her pale cheeks. They were slightly more defined than she remembered. She was fascinated by her fingers. They were slim and sensual. She looked down at her body. It was harder than she recalled. Her breasts were fuller. Her legs were leaner. She gazed into her eyes again. The triangular shape reflected only fragments of her face. She adjusted her head so she could see her mouth. Her lips were a tad redder. She forced a smile. The menace it radiated was unsettling. Her frow burrowed in confusion. Her teeth were sharper. Overall, she was a much stonier yet angelic version of the Bella Swan she once was.
She tried to recall how it happened.
In her peripherral vision, the clue to her own mystery rested near the toilet. She bent down and retrieved it with surprising speed and agility.
Memories flooded back.
The jagged edge buried deep in her vein. The rush of blood. And then, blackness.
She had attempted suicide. But why?
"Edward." She whispered.
They had fought. He was angry and she was hurt. She should know why, but she couldn't recall.
A face flashed across her mind and she flinched. It was Jacob. He was jubilant.
She had no idea what all this meant. She had no idea who bit her but knew she had seven choices. She had to find Edward. She had to find the Cullens.
So she ran. She stupidly ran past her truck. She stupidly ran as fast as her body could take her. She ran without thought of consequences to come if someone saw her fleeting frame.
He had spied on her. He had to know if she was okay after their fight. He knew she would hate it, but he had to. But what he saw nearly killed him, figuratively.
At first he had no idea what she was doing. She grabbed her camera and bolted to the bathroom. There were no windows, so all he could do was listen. He heard her scream in frustration. He heard glass shattering. He heard her sobbing. And then he smelled it. It overwhelmed him and knew that it was a deathly amount leaving her body. Fear rattled his bones and would have stopped his heart. His reflexes were subconscious. He came in through her bedroom window and ran up the stairs. He caught her before her body hit the floor. Her heartbeat was slowing to a halt. He had one choice. He sank his teeth into her. His determination to save his soul mate overcame the monster within. He wanted so badly to stay with her but knew it was the wrong decision. So he left. He left her on the floor in a pool of her own blood and knew the thirst she would feel when she woke.
He had three days until he knew she would come looking for him. He just prayed that she did not satiate her hunger before she came.
