Authors Note:
Hi guys! This is my first fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it! Please feel free to leave a review, I'm looking to improve my skills as a writer!
Disclaimer: All the lovely characters in the Twilight universe are sadly not mine and belong completely to Stephanie Meyer.
Chapter 2
The air looked different. Or did it? As I gazed at the beautiful particles dancing all around me, I found myself struggling to remember if I'd ever noticed the air before. I breathed in, and noticed that I could taste it too. I breathed in deeper, a cacophony of smells causing beautiful chaos in my mind. I noticed a smell that caused my throat to suddenly burn with its delicious intensity. What was it? I looked around for the source, but noticed only the derelict alleyway, and the remnants of my, now dried, blood, streaking the pathway. The majority of it must have been washed away in the rain I surmised. I looked around, noticing every detail of the alley, before realizing that it was in fact night time. I marvelled at my new found sense of sight, smell, hearing even. It was so confusing. What on earth had happened to me?
Looking around, trying to get some idea of what the fuck had happened, I noticed my hand. It was… perfect. I definitely hadn't always looked this way. I mentally took stock of my appearance. Pale skin, flat mousy brown hair, nice enough eyes, not much in the way of body. But as I looked down at myself what my eyes were showing me conflicted with how I knew myself to look. I was…..hot? Weird. Very, weird. Maybe I was high? I didn't feel high, but it would certainly explain a hell of a lot. Then I remembered the guy with the weird red eyes who had chased me to this alley. My hand flew to my neck, expecting to find mutilated flesh, but found…. Nothing. Smooth, supple, undamaged flesh beneath my fingers. This was so weird. Was it a dream? It felt so real. The pain of the flames certainly couldn't have been imagined. Maybe some matrix like simulation? At this point I was willing to believe just about anything. I decided to go home. Wait, where was home? I strained my memory before recollecting the two bedroom bungalow I shared with my hare-brained mother. In the East part of town, just off Frye Road. I set off in the direction of our home, breaking into a run. As soon as I had had the thought I took off, moving faster than I'd ever moved before. Cars couldn't move as fast as this, I was sure. And although everything should have been a blur, at the speed I was moving, I could see everything. Every crack in every pavement stone, every leaf on every bush I passed. I was grateful now that it was nighttime, fewer people to see me. At that thought I slowed to a more normal pace. I couldn't wait for my bed, although, as I thought it I realized I was not at all tired. Double weird, must be some sort of adrenaline rush.
A few minutes later the cozy two bedroom I shared with Rene came into view. I noted Phil's pickup in the driveway. Honestly, the number of nights he spent here, I should really consider this place the one I shared with Rene and Phil. I'm so glad they're home. I had liked Phil from the first moment I'd met him, with his calm, happy demeanour. He was the perfect yin to my mothers crazy yang. I realized that I no longer had my bag with me. Drat, it must have been lost in the last- wait, how long had it been? I remembered the hell-dream that had seemed to last an eternity, and figured it couldn't have been that long, I'd have starved to death or died of thirst or something. This thought alerted me to my dry, scratchy throat. I desperately wanted a glass of water (although that thought was strangely unappealing? So strange). I walked up to the front door and tried the handle. Phew, unlocked. Although, I'd have to chat to Rene about being so lax with the locks, I could have been a killer or something. I heard Rene sobbing in the kitchen, being comforted by Phil. My heart wrenched. I'd put her through so much grief. I didn't waste another second-
"Mom, I'm home!". My voice sounded so melodic, like a wind chime or something. Could this day get any stranger? As the thought occurred to me Rene barrelled into the front hall, crashing into me, her arms outstretched, sobbing furiously. As she did so I noticed that delicious smell again, this time emanating from my brain. Suddenly a wave of red descended, and suddenly I was Bella Swan no more. Rene's screams failed to even penetrate my angry hunger as I tore through her jugular. Sweet relief coursed over my tongue as I drank, feeling her body crumple and crush beneath my hands. It was as though I was squeezing every last delicious drop from her body. I felt the blood stop flowing and didn't think. I ran to Phil, resuming my blood fuelled drinking binge on his defenceless body, snapping his neck to better reach the sweet nectar. As his body fell from my hands horror descended upon my, a fresh cold wave of terrified disgust. I ran to my mother-
'Mom!' I wailed, holding onto her lifeless form, willing her to answer me. I shook her. "Mom!". But I heard nothing. Not a heartbeat. Not hers, not Phil's. Not mine.
A cold realization washed over me.
I was a vampire.