(I do not own the Twilight saga. Hope you enjoy. More is coming.)
Chapter 3: Emotional Roller-coaster
Fred never showed much emotion, but the look on his face is one I've seen a million times. It's the same look he used to give the other vampires when they came to close or were to loud. Fred was annoyed. He leaned in closer his hair his hair falling like curtains around my face. For a minute I stared into his abysmal eyes not knowing if it was the blood lust, or anger that made them go black or maybe something else. He gritted his teeth, and panicked. I was scared. I wasn't even this scared when was being torn apart. This felt different. This felt more.
He leaned closer pressing his nose to my neck, then to my ear and softly whispered in a strained voice "Your not dead. Your not in heaven or hell. Your in a bed hooked to an IV in a cheap hotel room in Montreal. I don't know how it happened, but you just appeared out of thin air a bloody mess at my feet. You've been unconscious for 15 days, and if there is such thing as a god then your lucky cause he saved your ass." He's breathing heavy. Angry. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding, not that vampires needed to breathe.
Fred leans away,and back into his chair shaking his head back and forth. He looked like he was shaking away a bad thought. This was the most I've ever heard Fred say and he looked so serious it was almost convincing. Almost, but If this wasn't death then what was it because I'd rather be doing something else like not laying in a cheap motel room that smells like mold. I would not sit here. I needed to see. I needed to sit up and move, and feel my body, to feel something besides the numbness. If I had to list the top three most painful events of my life the list would read 1)dying (the second time) 2)trying to get out of this stupid bed, and 3) falling out of that stupid bed onto the hard wood floor while the IV rips from my vein spurting blood everywhere while my body feels like a thousand little needles are stabbing though my skin. Instantly Fred was trying to help me, but I didn't want his help.
"Don't touch me!" I cried pushing his hands away crawling in the stale smelling blood on the floor. I can just reach the door, if I can just get outside. He forces me down, holding my wrist as I fight against him. " Let me go!" I scream fighting harder and harder as his grip grows tighter and tighter. Freaky Fred could snap me in two if he wanted, but he didn't, but just because he didn't doesn't mean he wouldn't.
I'm scared. "This is for your own good. You have to calm down!" he grits out.
"Let me go!" I was shrieking like a banshee straight out of hell. He was trying to cover my mouth again.
"Listen to me. Listen to me. Calm down!" He tried to yell over my screaming.
"How the hell can I calm down when your screaming at me!" idiot.
" Well how can you listen to me when your screaming your god damn head off!" I narrowed my eyes on him. "I liked you better when you didn't talk" I mumbled. " I liked you better when you were just a puppet on Riley's string." Fred retorted. Ouch. That was low and he was right I was just a puppet on a string."Get off me." he lightened his hold." get back in bed." I tried standing."Come on get back into bed."He was really starting to piss me off. "I can't. I can't move me legs."
My strength just leaves my body, and Fred is holding both my hands in his right hand while biting his left wrist. Blood comes oozing out. " Drink" he tells me his wrist right next to my mouth. I close my mouth. I can smell him. His blood smells like cinnamon, and fresh pine, and sweetness. My mouth waters. I'm so thirsty. Fred pushes closer. I'm so tempted. I could just have a little lick. No! This is wrong.
The more I turned away the most frustrate he got until he finally sucked on his own wrist. He's closer again, so close to my mouth. " Wha-what are you doing?" I try to ask, but he's lips are over mine, and his blood is in my mouth, and it feels so good. So warm. I want more, more blood, and more of his tongue, but he pulls away. we're eye to eye again, and I can't help but think of the last time I was kissed. Diego. Guilt assailed my senses. I felt like I'd cheated on him, like I betrayed him. Was it cheating if we were both dead? Were we even together to begin with? Besides the over whelming guilt I think somewhere in between his lecture, our fight, and my emotional roller-coaster I excepted the fact that I'm still alive or at least the possibility.
Fred didn't bother waiting for me to snap out my guilt filled haze or my life altering realization. He was up and pacing the room projecting his powers full on at me. He's disgusting. I just want to get away from him. Looking at him literally makes me want to vomit. If I could I would have taken a paper bag put it on his head, wrapped the bag in duck tape, put a metal box over the thing,and added some chains with a lock just in case. Get outside the door. I need to get outside, any place besides near him. Then the oddest feeling came over me and just like that I was outside in broad daylight.
