La Fille de Loup
The Wolf Girl
Two
Alaska and Forks were not so much different in the fact that water relentlessly fell from angry, gray clouds. It just so happened that one version of the precipitation was vastly colder than the other. Of course, as a vampire it was no real problem for me. The biting wind and chilling ice had no chance against my granite skin. It was, however, making it difficult to see.
My vision was significantly impaired in the blizzard. I streaked through the endless white, searching franticly for the source of that heavenly aroma. Somewhere in the very, very back of my mind I was aware it was blood. In the very, very back of my mind I screamed at myself to stop, that it might be a mother who accidentally cut herself while chopping onions, or a child's paper cut. The very, very back of my mind was crying out in hopeless desolation.
The very, very front of my mind growled at it to shut its metaphorical mouth.
"Bella!" Edward called, distant and overpowered by the raging winter storm. By habit, I paused mid-step and turned to him. But then the wind shifted again, and I was off. That smell, that smell, that smell. God, how badly I needed to taste it.
"Bella!" Edward's voice floated to me over the climate once more. "Bella, please! Stop!"
I wouldn't. I couldn't. The tantalizing odor was so close now. It led me through thick woods, and across a frozen lake. The ice did not crack once underneath my weight; I moved so incredibly fast that my feet barely skimmed the ground. I was flying, gliding, my need growing more consuming with each breath I gasped.
And there I was, upon it. The smell permeated all of my mind and body. It originated from the center of a snow encrusted meadow just off the edge of the woods. The blazing thirst propelled me forward.
My brain slipped over the edge, mouth salivating to the point where drool was running down my chin. Indistinctly, footsteps from behind informed me that my love had caught up…at that point, however, I couldn't have cared any less. My throat ached with a pain, no, an anguish, that can only be described as tremble-inducing. The one and only thing insurmountably worse was my transformation, but other than that, nothing could compete with this burning. I heard Edward's sigh of relief when he saw that it was not a human that I had happened to catch a whiff of.
I rushed the creature, a strangled mix of triumph and release escaping my lips. The snow whipped against it, obscuring it slightly, though I didn't bother to dust it off, or even give it the courtesy of knowing what it was. I merely leaned over it and tore my teeth inside.
My first taste of blood was pure ecstasy. The crimson liquid was silky and warm, cascading down my chin in rivers as I greedily lapped it all up, and while it did not sate my thirst entirely, it squelched the fire until it was little more than an ash. But still I craved more. Edward only quietly watched on; I knew not what his emotions were.
In one of my brief pauses, I caught a glimpse of what the animal actually was. And in that brief pause, I gasped and flung the creature down onto the snow in horror and self-disgust. Its body was mangled and its fur was matted with blood, the head of the poor creature twisted entirely around.
But it was obviously a wolf.
I would never forgive myself.
/AN: I apologize for the short chapters. I'll attempt to bring you longer ones in the future...as long as you review! lol :D/