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Chapter Three: Never Close Our Eyes (Adam Lambert)
Seth's Point of View:
The moment the car passed through the trees, my body jolted into action. As I ran towards where it had disappeared, a screeching howl broke forth from my throat. When a new member is added to our pack of wolves, they have an understanding that the goal is to protect human life at all costs. Yet tonight, because I had decided to recklessly fool around with my friends, I could possibly have ended a life I was supposed to protect.
Nausea rolled through my body as I quickly phased from wolf into human. There wasn't time to get dressed, and suddenly I didn't care if Nessie saw me naked or if Edward ended my life because of it.
Something beyond fear for the people in the car was dragging me towards it's smoking frame. I couldn't place the feeling, for it was nothing that I had felt before, like someone was at the other end of an invisible rope, yanking hard. The once shiny metal would have been unbearably hot for anyone else, but I yanked chunks of it away from the tree that it had bent itself around.
If there was anyone inside this car, they couldn't possibly still be alive. That wasn't good enough for me though, the yanking was becoming almost painful, and so I kept ripping apart the tiny car. Suddenly, I could feel that I wasn't alone.
Nessie's sharp intake of breath was all the questioning I got before Jake shoved me out of the way with his furry shoulder. We watched as his wide jaws opened and closed gently onto the passenger's forearm and began to pull him across the wet grass.
"Seth, I need you to take my phone and call my dad. Tell him he needs to come to the river beside the cliffs and tell him to hurry. Then, put some fucking pants on." I could barely focus on Nessie's calm voice as she pressed hard plastic into my hand before turning to help Jake.
Jake growled loudly at my hesitation, causing me to come back to life and dial Edward's phone number. He picked up on the first ring, already on edge from getting a phone call from Nessie when she should have been home already. "Renesmee? Is everything alright?"
Yanking on my shorts as I held the phone between my shoulder and ear, I struggled to get the words out affectively. "It's Seth. Something happened, Ness is fine, but we may or may not have kill- You just need to get to the river beside the cliffs like yesterday."
There was no agreement or answer of any kind besides the crisp click of him ending the call. He would be here as soon as possible, if only that could possibly be soon enough. Turning back to the scene in front of me, I saw Jacob now in his human form, crouching over two limp bodies. Nessie was nowhere to be found, but I couldn't make myself care at the moment.
"Should we call an ambulance? I can still hear their hearts beating. There might be enough time for them to be saved." Jake spoke aloud, but didn't seem to be speaking to me.
From above my head, a melodic yet hysterical voice hissed down her reply. "Absolutely not. They had to have seen Seth in order to swerve out of the way, idiots- he could have survived a few broken bones. At any rate, if they live they'll remember they saw a wolf and we can't have that to deal with right before we all leave. I think we should just let them die." I ignored the comment for the moment, not wanting to be distracted from the problem before us.
Ness' voice sounded nasally, like she was holding her breath. That's when the salty smell of human blood wafted into my nose and it involuntarily wrinkled. At least she was smart enough to only stay at a safe distance from temptation, which is all I could hope for at the moment. Crossing to get a closer look at the bodies, I shielded them with my body just in case her self control lapsed.
The body closest to me was the bigger of the two, though his body mass wasn't contributed by fat or muscle, almost like he was just built to be a force to be reckoned with. He was the palest human I'd ever seen since before Bella had been turned. His skin was chalky white, which matched the carrot colored roots that were starting to appear beneath the clearly died, jet black hair on his head.
What shocked me the most about his appearance was the feminine quality to his face, that was accented by long, fake-looking eyelashes and thick eyeliner. I could almost hear his high pitched voice in my head, that's how gay he looked. Not that I had anything against guys who hit on other guys, but it's just not something that you see laying around every day. Literally.
And then the insistent pulling was growing stronger, almost physically turning my body in order to look at the thin girl that was splayed on the grown next to the boy. To say she was beautiful would be an understatement, though not in the most traditional sense. Her skin wasn't as dark as mine, but a creamy shade of mocha that almost made my mouth water. She was thin in a way that made me question her eating habits, yet made me want to see how gracefully she could move around a room.
Long waves of dark brown hair framed a cute face with dark freckles running across her cheeks. Her nose was larger than one would think of for a face that small, but it had an endearing quality to it that made me want to smile. I had the sudden desire to know her name, which was quickly replaced with the desire to have her forever.
As if she could hear my silent pleas for her to be mine, her dark eyes sprang open and locked onto mine. All of a sudden, the ground was rushing up towards me as my knees buckled and I fell forward. She was the center of the universe, the very reason I was created and now existed. If she was to disappear from the world, I would be lost forever with no way to find my way back to myself.
Imprinting cannot be fully described in words, which I suddenly understood better than I had the many times I had seen it through my friends' eyes. Fate, or God if you believe in that stuff, had brought her to me to be with me forever. And though I wasn't sure it was possible, she seemed to come to that realization too. Her eyes widened as she sucked in a startled breath, then those beautiful eyes rolled back in her head and she slumped back against the ground.
"Help her! Damn it, we have to help her!" I dropped to my knees beside her, irrationally shaking her and breathing my life into her mouth like I had seen on tv so many times before. "I can't let her die, I won't let her die!"
Behind me, I could feel the realization of what had just occurred sink in to Jake. Then as Nessie realized the same thing, a string of profanities burst through her lips.
Nessie's Point of View:
This could not be happening. As if imprinting didn't put enough of a strain on all of our lives, Seth had managed to fall for a girl that was quickly bleeding out on the ground beside him. Growling low in my throat, I pressed my palm to Jake's furry shoulder and pushed images of him as a human into his brain.
He took the hint and was soon standing beside me, pulling shorts over his muscular thighs. "Well that was unexpected."
I glared at him before turning to the sound of my mother calling out my name. Within moments my parents had entered the area of the forest that the car had crashed into. My mother grabbed my hand and pressed it to her face, waiting for me to explain to her what had happened. Not needing an explanation since he could read our thoughts, my father was squatting beside the cold bodies on the ground.
A loud growl erupted from Seth's throat in response to my father touching the girl's arm. He lifted his hands up in what looked to be surrender, "I'm not going to hurt her, Seth. But she's losing too much blood for her to live for much longer. We only have two choices here, and neither of them are going to make you happy."
"What are you saying? Either I let her die or I force her to become something that she might hate me for? How are those choices?" Seth's voice was unusually shaky, his dark eyes didn't move from the girl's face since they had landed there. "There has to be something else we can do."
My mother's soft, melodic voice was strangely urgent as she spoke directly to Seth. "If you don't let us help her now, she won't be there for you to love like you want to. The imprint will destroy you if she dies. Let us help you."
Hesitating for only a moment longer, Seth moved to stand beside me. We watched as my parents bent over the limp forms on the ground, Jake standing protectively behind us. Suddenly, the salty scent of human blood grew unbearably strong and I turned to physically latch onto Jake's strong body. Pressing my face to his bare chest, I breathed in the familiar scent of his skin to keep my feet from stumbling towards temptation.
Too many minutes passed before Jake pulled his arms from around my back, where he had been holding me to him. "Did it work?" The question was answered by shrill cries of pain erupted into the night. Seth winced at the sound and his jaw clenched repeatedly as if he was the one in agony.
"It's working. The boy seems to be less vocal about it than she is. For now. Getting them back to the house as soon as possible would be wise, though." My father was trembling from the effort it had taken to not drain the humans of blood.
My mother, always having had a sense of self control, nodded calmly and squeezed his hand. "I would feel much better with Carlisle near. Let's go home and wait. Jacob and Edward can bring them back to the house. You can come with me." Holding her other hand out towards Seth, the two of them disappeared in the direction of the house.
The misery on his face made us all keenly aware that the next few days of waiting for the transformation to be done with would be way too long.
Kiki's Point of View:
After millions of years stuck inside a fiery inferno that could only be hell, I could feel it's burning grip loosen. Shrill panic rose up inside of me, the first feeling I was able to have that wasn't excruciating pain. Although it certainly felt like the pits of hell had swallowed me whole, it wasn't what had been described to me throughout my life. Where was the Devil himself, basking in the triumph of adding another lost soul to his collection?
Where was my forgiving God, who would cry to lose one of his beloved children to his sworn enemy? What sins had committed me to an eternity of burning? Yet eternity certainly seemed shorter than it was supposed to be, for I could feel life returning to my paralyzed body as if my soul had been released to find its way to its earthly home.
That's when I was suddenly transported back to my tender body. The darkness that surrounded me was now of my own doing, all I had to do was open my eyes and I would at home in my bed. Even as I lay there thinking about looking around the familiar space, I could tell that the bed I was actually laying in was just as unfamiliar to me as the purgatory I had spent the last million years baking in.
Slowly parting my lids, I was temporarily blinded by the bright light bouncing off of the too white walls. When I opened my eyes again, I realized that I hadn't been blinded in the first place. Every particle of dust that was present in the air around me was visible. I could see things that I wasn't aware of before. Just as I was getting used to seeing with indescribable clarity, something painfully revolting infiltrated my nose and I cried out against the feeling. Shooting up from the bed I had been laying on, I scrambled to my feet.
A boy around my age with russet skin and striking cheekbones was slumped in the corner of the white room I had obviously been placed in. I immediately wished that I hadn't cried out before, just so I wouldn't have woken him before getting to gaze at him without feeling awkward. But he was now sitting up, looking extremely well rested despite his choice of nap area.
The first thing I noticed about him, which was now smiling carefully at me, was how strangely perfect I seemed to find him. He wasn't the type of guy that I would have found unbearably attractive, his seemed extremely boyish, yet I wanted nothing more than to be with him forever. And even though he looked young and naïve, there was a subtle air about him that made the words "bad boy" pop into my head like a warning label.
Before I could inspect him any further, his perfect lips were mouthing words that my brain immediately latched on to like a life preserver. "Don't be afraid, please. I won't hurt you." Well, duh. It had never crossed my mind that he would hurt me, as if I already knew that he would protect me to the ends of the Earth. But I didn't tell him that, especially since we had just met. "My name is Seth. What's your name?"
It was a simple enough question, but sudden stage fright prevented me from answering it. Tearing my eyes from his face, I looked down at my feet and noticed that I wasn't wearing my own clothes. A dark, satin dress hugged my body tightly and cascaded down the floor where my bare feet were digging into the carpet. Confidence washed over me and I met the boy's eyes once again. "My name is Kiki Lopez. Where am I?"
His smile warmed as if he had been expecting me to be angry with him. Getting to his feet, Seth took a step towards me. The painful smell that had caused me to yell earlier wafted into my nose yet again, and I yelped and doubled over. His easygoing tone of voice became hysterical and he called out the name of someone that I didn't know.
Then we weren't alone in the room anymore. A paler than snow boy with golden eyes was gripping my elbow tightly and speaking harshly to Seth as if he had done something wrong. Fury ripped through me, my pain wasn't anyone's fault and I felt a duty to protect the tan boy from the pale intruder. "You need to stop yelling at Seth and let go of me this instant!"
Something told me that I was too weak to break from his strong grasp, but I yanked back anyway. Surprisingly, I managed to break away from him and immediately moved to stand next to Seth, who now seemed like a friend. I found myself moving faster than was humanly possible, but before I could ask what was going on the pale boy was speaking to me sharply.
"Perhaps if you would allow me to explain, you would see that Seth is the smell that's hurting you. There's too much information that you need to know for you to be-" He was cut off when two more equally as pale people entered the room.
One of them, a gorgeous girl with a mane of copper curls was glaring at me with disgust. I couldn't comprehend how she could already hate me, without even hearing me speak. Turning away from me as if she couldn't bear to look at me for more than a moment, she spoke to Seth in a melodic, hateful voice. "Don't you think that she's going to have enough to deal with in the next few days without you pushing an imprint on her? You really should think about things before you go off on your own reckless agenda."
I was furious yet again. Why did all of these people feel the need to gripe at Seth so readily? More importantly, why did I care?
"That's enough, Renesmee." The man that had entered with the hateful girl moved to stand directly in front of me, only a few feet away. "Hello, Kiki. My name is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. This is my home, and the people in this room are part of my family. There are many things that need to be explained to you before we move on from this point. Is that alright?" He waited for me to nod before continuing.
"First, I would like to tell you that your friend- I believe his name is Alexander- is alright. You were both in a car accident and my son, Edward," He motioned to the hateful man, who now suddenly resembled the glaring girl. Perhaps hatred ran in the family. "and his wife Bella saved your lives. You were, however, losing blood too quickly for the hospital to be called. Luckily, my family is not ordinary in its ways of life."
My eyebrows pulled together and I looked to Seth for reassurance before asking the inevitable question. To my surprise, Seth moved to stand a few feet away from me and stretched his arm out to offer me his hand. I took it without hesitation, unsurprised to see that my hand fit his perfectly. "What makes your family different, Dr. Cullen?"
Everyone in the room froze in anticipation, Seth's grip on my hand tightened considerably but it wasn't painful like it should have been. Clearing his throat, the blonde man gazed into my eyes meaningfully. "We're a certain type of- Vegetarian vampire."
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