Thank you, JoBro1998 for reviewing this time. I thought I was going to have to tell you about this! This is much more efficient, though. And I'll be sure not to give up this time. I make history as the only Twilight/Sweep fanfic writer.

EPOV

Since Jasper had arrived, Hunter had refused to leave the spare room at the back of the house that we had kept him in to turn him, even though we all knew his thirst must have been unbearable. So Jasper sat next to the closed door, keeping Hunter's emotions in check.

I volunteered to bring him his cup-o'-blood first, and I gave a nod to Jasper before opening the door to Hunter's room.

He was lying on the bland twin-sized bed, staring up at the ceiling with his arms behind his head. He looked so similar to when he was human. It was amazing, really. His skin was just a tint lighter, but his features were mostly the same, as well as his hair. His eyes, still crimson from being a newborn, were beginning to turn black, yet he didn't seem to care. I'd never seen a vampire like that before.

"Um…Hunter?" I said cautiously.

"Yeah?" he didn't look at me as I entered and closed to door behind him.

"I…uh…brought you some blood. In a cup." Hunter looked at me with distaste.

"I don't want any blood." He said, spitting the word as if it were a curse word. "Especially if it means killing people."

"Oh, no. This blood is from a deer," I said quickly. Hunter's eyes narrowed.

"I don't want your blood," he repeated coldly. My eyes widened in surprise.

"Really?" Hunter just stared at me. "I'm sorry, Hunter, but no vampire has turned down blood before. They need it…they thirst for it."

"Well, I don't want any," Hunter said, and that was that.

"Okay…well, if you change your mind…Rosalie will bring you it back in a couple hours. Feel free to ask if you need anything. Jasper's right outside."

"Yeah. I know," Hunter muttered as I left.

HPOV

The bronze-haired one, the one the blonde called Edward, had said that Rosalie would bring the cup back in a couple hours. But it felt like only seconds until Rosalie opened the door cautiously, still a little unnerved at my outburst. But I wasn't about to apologize.

"I told you, I don't want any of your god damn blood," I snapped. Though I felt some odd waves from Jasper that coaxed me to calm down, it didn't make any difference. I was still disgusted at the thought of drinking blood.

"You're serious?"

"Of course I'm serious," I said angrily. "Why would I ever want an ounce of blood?" I grimaced at the thought of the rusty iron tasting red liquid. Yet there was something in my throat that burned at the thought.

"It's delicious and nutritious," Rosalie said in a sing-song voice.

"No," my voice broke from the burning in my throat. "Get me some water!" Rosalie, to my complete irritation, began to chuckle.

"You don't need water," she said, amused. "Vampires don't drink water."

"I do!"

"No, you don't," Rosalie corrected softly. "You, along with the rest of the vampires, drink blood. Now come on. Take a sip." She held the cup out to me, and for a moment I stared at it. Then I came to my senses.

"No. No freaking way. I'll starve myself. Then I won't be a vampire anymore, right?"

A smile threatened to form on Rosalie's lips. "Sorry, Hunter," she said. "It just doesn't work that way. You want to get rid of that burning in your throat? Then you've got to drink blood. It's a fact of life; birds gotta fly, fish gotta swim, vampires gotta drink blood. Do you get where I'm going with this?"

"Unfortunately, yes," I muttered. "But hey, I'm already a freak of nature. Why should I follow the rules of life?"

"Well, you've obviously forgotten common sense," Rosalie mumbled.

"I don't care!" I was really getting angry right now.

"Jazz," Rosalie called behind her. "Are you using your power on Hunter?"

"What power?" I shouted, but she didn't seem to hear me.

"Yeah," Jasper called back. "I'm working as hard as I can. Hunter's hard!" So those were the waves that murmured to me to calm down, the ones that whispered it to me. I didn't get if that was supposed to work, because it just seemed annoying to me.

"Well, that's odd," Rosalie muttered to herself. She turned back to me. "Well, Hunter, refuse all you want, but you're going to crack eventually. When you do, go out this door here and down the hall into the kitchen. Follow your nose and your instinct, and you'll find the blood. Or, if you're crazy enough to be polite, you can give Jazzy a call and he'll notify us. Then we'll come and watch you. But you've just missed you're opportunity of free blood. You want it, you've gotta go get it? Understood?"

"Yes, Blondie," I said in a droning voice.

"I wouldn't call me Blondie, Blondie," Rosalie shot back and stalked out of the room.

All right. We'll see how long Hunter, the most stubborn person in the world, can keep away from the cup o' blood. Probably not long.