A/N: Thank you very much to all those who reviewed, I had gotten nervous because somehow my e-mail notifications had gotten disabled without me knowing it and I thought that no one had done anything with it since I had posted. Not that I think that I'm Mr. Amazing-writer-that-has-to-get-reviews-on-every-story, but I hadn't even gotten an e-mail saying that I posted it, I was very confused :P But luckily I got everything straightened out.
Anywho, here is the second part, in my opinion it's better than the first, except for the end was a bit ad-libbed haha. Like I said in the first chapter, I just recently found this and another Twilight story on my ipod about 3 or 4 paragraphs from the end, so I really wanted to finish them. But you're not here to read my Author's Notes, so enjoy!
The blood was even better than I had ever imagined in all my newborn craving for it. I gasped as the warm liquid spilled over the cut in his neck and past my lips, running down my throat. The smell of it was absolutely intoxicating, not to mention the taste. The taste was magnificent, indescribable, inescapable. I greedily pressed my mouth to the boy's neck, wanting, no, needing more of his precious blood. I felt him awaken under me with a startled gasp, his feeble hands grasped at my jacket. The close contact normally would have frightened me, but at this point it merely heightened the sense, the thrill of the hunt.
His gurgled scream jolted me back to reality with a shock, as I jumped back from his neck. A second later I almost screamed as an immense pain erupted in my stomach. It felt as though someone had come up to me and stabbed me repeatedly with a dull knife. My throat was scorching with the loss. I needed more blood, NOW. My eyes flickered to his wrist, all I could see were bright, individually pulsing arteries crossing each other at exactly the right spots for me to feed. I groaned as I tried to hold back my hunger, but my sane mind was losing as the animal that I knew resided in me burst forward, breaking through every chain and wall I had tried to build up.
I let out a primal snarl and leapt to his wrist. I grabbed his arm and bit down hastily. My reward was heavenly; the soothing blood ran down my throat, filling my gnawing stomach with pure bliss. I heard a faint gasp as I looked up to find the boy staring at me. His eyes were filled with confusion, terror, instinctive fear. I tried to see him but my eyes focused on the veins in his eyes, his head, his throat...
No! I fought back a growl; I would not kill this boy! My hand gripped the head of the couch, tearing through the suddenly feeble fabric. I forced myself back from his wrist, my mouth and throat feeling like they were being torn apart. I looked up, gasping for breath I didn't need, only to hear the most luscious sound I had ever known. I heard his heart, beating hard with adrenaline and venom. Without thinking I attacked him once more. The blood was euphoric; the freshest taste since it was closest to the heart. I growled loudly, desperately trying to drink as quickly as possible. The frenzy was taking over. I couldn't control what I did anymore; I just need more of his blood so badly.
I hastily grabbed his other wrist. I snarled, my teeth raking up his forearm, letting the crimson blood stream down his arm as I pressed my lips to it. I couldn't get enough. I got frustrated, crazed with desire. I grabbed his hair in haste, yanking it back to expose more of his neck. He gave out a feeble whimper, but it was cut off as I dug into his neck, warmth surrounding my teeth. Again and again I bit down, noticing every single detail; how even the slightest change in placement made the blood taste differently, how easily my fingers and teeth could cut through his skin, how he shuddered under me, weaker and weaker as I overpowered him.
'This boy is dying,' I thought idly. There was no emotion to it, no inference, just a statement. My throat burned with desire to drink until there was nothing left. I couldn't control myself. I jumped at his stomach, craving any amount of blood I could get my hands on. I needed it so badly. The boy's cries and shudders had cut off; his body was motionless underneath me.
He was going to die, because of me.
This realization hit me like a cement wall. My eyes widened, I couldn't stop taking his blood. My breathing sped up as dread filled my mind. I wanted it so badly! But I would not kill him, I could not go through eternity knowing that I had murdered someone in cold blood, so to speak. I desperately tried to pull my self away as I kept drinking against my conscious will. It took all the strength that I was capable of as I broke away from his bloodstream with a huge gasp. I flung myself across the room, scrambling backwards to get as far away from him as I could.
I felt my back hit the dry wall; my back arching as I groaned loudly, the pain was inconceivable. I clenched my teeth as I fought against the thirst that begged me to return to feeding. I stayed there, on the floor, curled up in a ball, trying to forget the taste, the smell, the existence of human blood. Anything and my mind would snap, I would go back to being a thoughtless monster. After a long time, I started to overcome my torture. I was able to stand, and ran my hand through my hair. As my arm moved through the air, my peripheral vision caught sight of my reflection in a mirror. I turned to glance at myself, but what I saw made me wish I'd just been killed those 278 years ago.
I saw a monster, a true monster. My face was covered in blood that ran from my right eye down to the left side of my mouth. It was in my hair, around my eyes, I had several rivers of blood running down from my lips to my chin, staining my chest and neck with red. My shirt had torn at some parts, blood soaking the sleeves. My eyes were huge as I looked upon them, creeping closer to the mirror. I absentmindedly placed my fingertips under my eyes, praying to God that this wasn't real.
My eyes were a ghastly red; a bright, violent, bloody red. I had truly become the animal that I knew always I was. A new pain started to course through my body; not like the thirst, which had been a sudden, stabbing pain. This was far worse; the dull, throbbing pain coursed through not only my body, but my mind and spirit as well. The pain of guilt, of disappointment, of the absolute self-loathing that I had tried to come to terms with in London so many decades ago. I hung my head as I ran my fingers through my hair again.
I looked up at the couch and cringed, immediately wishing I had just stayed in my corner. Blood soaked the couch, drenching the leather and the poor boy. His head was twisted back at a strange angle and his brown hair was matted down from where I'd grabbed him. Even from across the room I could see the points where... where I'd bitten him. Teeth marks ran up his forearms and covered his neck and torso. The terrible venom ran through my mouth as I remembered giving him each and every one of those bites.
I shuddered, gripping the wall until the plaster crumbled as I once again fought to keep what humane side I had left. The terrifying thing was that even though most of me shuddered in terror and guilt, somewhere in the back of my mind I still shuddered in desire, desire for his blood. The boy's chest was dark crimson, so much blood covering it I couldn't tell if he was breathing or not. My breath hitched in my throat. No, no, no, no, no, no, God no! I couldn't have killed him! Oh my God...
I hung my head in my hands; I despised myself, I loathed myself, I couldn't live with myself. How could I have killed an innocent boy? Suddenly, a moan emerged from the twisted figure in front of me. I gasped and looked up as Edward started to twitch on the couch, his breathing got heavier. He was alive! I almost laughed out loud as I realized that I hadn't killed him. I approached the side of the couch as I saw his face scrunch up in discomfort.
I never left his side throughout the entire three days it took for him to change. He writhed and screamed as I tried my best to comfort him. I held his hand and whispered bits of apologies and poetry. At times his pain would bring me to silent tears, and I wondered if I had made a mistake, playing God like I had. But as I saw the young man he was becoming, as I saw the strength in his rapidly changing eyes, I forgot about any doubt I'd had. Eventually his pounding heart took off like a horse, beating at twice the normal speed. This part of the transformation I remembered. It was very near the end, and it was by far the most painful. I watched as Edward groaned and arched his back against the wood table I had put him on. I had thrown the couch out, the last thing we needed was human blood lying around. His eyes grew wide as the green in them gave way to a horrifying blood-red, his teeth clenching and his fingernails driving into his palms. He gave one last final scream of agony and then he collapsed.
He was absolutely still. I crept closer him, child-like wonder enveloping me. Slowly, his eyes flickered open and I couldn't keep from smiling. He looked absolutely perfect; he'd be having far more trouble will the women at the hospital, 'Or anywhere for that matter.' I added with a chuckle.
He looked absolutely terrified and confused; probably the absence of pain. I wondered briefly if the amount of blood in someone's body affects the amount of pain the venom causes. I bit my tongue, 'Dear God, I must have nearly killed him! But it just tasted so good...' venom flowed into my mouth, 'No. I have to be strong now, for him...'
He looked up at me, "What in God's name is going on?" He stammered. He looked so surprised by the sound of his own voice, I couldn't help but laugh. I was just glad he was alright.
"Yes I am now just talk to me!" He yelled. I frowned; confused by his words. What was happening? Did he have abilities? I had heard of vampires with abilities but had never met one, much less thought I would-
"VAMPIRES? What in God's name do vampires have to do with anything?" Edward screamed. I sighed, he was special. I didn't really know how to deal with this, I honestly hadn't thought this far ahead.
"Well, Edward. I'm not sure how to explain this. You see, I am... well, we are... um, not exactly human..." I tried to think of how to word in when I noticed Edward staring at me, watching me think,
"We are vampires? How is that possible?" He asked softly. 'Of course!' I thought. He could see whatever I was thinking, words were not needed.
"Hmm... let me try something," I said. I closed me eyes and began to remember the night I was turned. I went through the entire experience, everything I could remember; though a lot of it was muddled through human vision. When I opened my eyes he was staring at me in awe.
"You see?" I asked, "I was turned many years ago, more than you would think, and now you are as I am. This is your first day of eternal life."
"What was all that?" He breathed.
"My past, Edward, I am 278 years old. I came here after traveling around from place to place…" I began to say more when I realized he wasn't even listening to me anymore, lost inside his own head. 'I've never had a son before,' I thought to myself, smiling, 'This is going to be interesting.'
A/N: I tried to end it with a bit of humor haha. Please, please review! Especially now that I can actually TELL when someone reviews and respond to them haha. Thanks so much for reading! IYD24