Chapter 3

Blood-Stained Lips

After a good couple hours of Carlisle and Edward explaining every possible detail that I need to know about being a vampire, I was getting very impatient. I was healthy now and I am completely informed on what to do as a blood-sucking monster.

"Now Rosalie, is there anything you have to ask?" Carlisle curiously asked.

"Actually, I do! First, you never answered my first question...where am I?"

"Oh, um...you're currently in Forks, Washington" He hesitantly stated. My ears pricked,

"Washington?! WASHINGTON?" I shrieked. "BUT I LIVE IN NEW YORK! HOW ON EARTH AM I GOING TO GET HOME?!" I panicked and worried about what my family were thinking at this moment. Edward and Carlisle looked at each other like they had earlier...uh oh. Edward stepped forward and sat on, what seemed to be, a blood-stained operating table with me, I guessed it was my blood. "look Rosalie...I know you're thinking about your family right now and if they're worried about you...but...you can't go home. You're a vampire." He gently whispered. Tears or venom started to well up in my eyes, and it stung, just like the dream. "But I'm fine now! My wounds have healed and I know what to do!" I argued, desperately trying to persuade them.

"Humans can't know about us. Remember what I said about the Volturi?" Carlisle stepped in. I forgot about that. It just didn't register in my brian that I couldn't see my family ever again...I couldn't see my family ever again? The final conclusion ticked in my brain and I stood up and faced Edward with unknown speed, shrieking again, "I can't see my family ever again?!" Edward and Carlisle panicked, wide-eyed. "But...you...NO!" I broke down on the floor crying painful tears into my delicate hands, I felt Edward's arms around my shaking shoulders, my throat started to burn again. I slowly looked up at the bloody sheets on the table I had been lying on...the water in my dream, it was so realistic. It wasn't water though...they were feeding me blood! My hands covered my mouth with disgrace, I couldn't believe I would ever do such a thing!

"Her throats burning, she's thirsty." Edward quickly informed Carlisle, who then raced out of the room and was back in 3 seconds, "Here!" he shouted, and handed Edward a packet of deep, red liquid...I gulped.

"No!" I yelled, "I am not drinking that! I can't!" I clamped my hands around my mouth and hid under the table.

"Rosalie you have to! It's vital! Almost as important as breathing!" Edward assured whilst pinning me to the floor and Carlisle grabbing my arms. That's when I heard a female voice shrill throughout the room, I felt relieved to hear a woman's voice.

"You really think you're gonna pin a newborn to the floor?" She laughed. They both looked up and I forcefully shoved them out the way. Carlisle backed into the table and Edward flew into the wall, cracking it immensely. I stared and looked at my bare hands...did...did I do that? The woman giggled again and Edward gave a breathy but impressed laugh while Carlisle groaned, rubbing the back of his head. I looked up at the woman, were all vampires blindingly stunning? She smiled at me and helped me up. "Hello dear, my name is Esme, you must be Rosalie?" I nodded and swallowed, massaging my burning throat with my hand. "Well Rosalie, I can assure you water is not going to ease that pain in your throat, the only antidote is blood. How about I put it in a glass for you and it'll seem less pressured then." I nodded again, why couldn't I speak? Why was she so...kind?

"Because she's a kind woman!" Edward answered for me. I frowned at the invasion of my mind.

I held the glass up to my face and breathed in, the metallic scent filled my nose and it burned even more, my throat felt tight and dry. I looked up at Esme helplessly and she nodded. I gingerly took a sip from the cold glass and the liquid ran down my throat, coating the pain, it felt good. Suddenly the taste settled...I couldn't explain it but it was undeniably satisfying, and I craved more. I tilted the glass upwards and gulped down the rest of the contents, spilling some down my front and down my wrist and arm. I heard a laugh come from Esme and she stood up to take the glass from me when I finished. "See? Wasn't so bad was it?" She said patronizingly.

"No, not at all!" I said, I felt new. I felt...Happy, replenished and refreshed. I looked around the kitchen, it was beautifully structured and decorated with different native american ornaments and paintings of forests and boats. This house looked way ahead of it's time, I liked it. It was dark outside, but my new vampire vision enabled me to see the beautiful forests and mountains in the never-ending distance. Edward and Carlisle entered the room, Carlisle pleasingly chatted to Esme about me finally drinking the blood and humorously commented on the mess I made. Edward did nothing, but he seemed to be admiring me, his shadowy amber eyes softly watching and a slight smile pulling at his lips, I couldn't help it but I naturally smiled back.

Everyone was relaxed now, Edward was softly playing the piano, Esme reading a book and Carlisle was upstairs in his study. I remembered Carlisle speaking to me about my ability to seek information about people and their memories, he said it could be a very extraordinary ability if I put my mind to it and practiced. I looked at Edward and tried hard to extract any information out of him but all I could retrieve were basic things that I already knew, so I tried Esme. I concentrated hard and focused till I felt a strange pulsing sensation in my head, almost immediately, I could see images, horrible images. Esme was crying, but why? I focused harder, curious as to why she was crying, the pulsing sped up with my breathing and then I saw it. A newborn child...a dying newborn child, with Esme by it's side, crying. The image flashed and Esme was being recovered from a failed suicide attempt, I could see Carlisle and Esme together, he was biting her and she was screeching, it hurt my ears, I lost control and cried out, then I slumped onto the floor, hunched over with my arms around my buzzing head desperately trying to remove the painful images. I felt Edward and Esme kneeling over me, greatly trying to calm me down and comfort me, I looked up at Edward, and he looked scared, worried, pained...Not just worried over my frenzied state but... he also saw the horrifying images and events that scarred Esme's past life.

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