Hello once again! I'm sorry you guys had to wait such a long while for this chapter ... I've just been so incredibly busy with school (also, I'm planning a special Halloween party with my best friend Nanna... I'm so going as vampire :P). I'm afraid this chapter isn't really that eventful, but I really hope you'll stick with the story anyway. I haven't really had the time to figure out the plot, so bear with me :) The next chapter probably isn't gonna be up before a long time, but I still hope (foolishly perhaps) you won't give up on it! If any of you have any good ideas concerning future chapters then I would be glad to discuss them with you :) Thanks again to my lovely reviewers! You make this such an enjoyable experience! Read on ...
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters... bla bla bla. You know the drill :)
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As the last of the extreme, burning pain ebbed away from my fingertips, my eyes snapped open, impossibly quick.
The world outside was so bright and intricately detailed, I marveled at it. How had I never noticed it before? I could see every individual thread in the gray duvet that covered me. Though it was not merely gray. No, a thousand new colors I never even knew existed were woven into the pattern. As I looked up, I could see each separate speck of dust float in the morning light that flowed in through the window beside me. I took a deep breath, and almost choked on it. Just as I had noticed new colors in the duvet, I now found the air had more scents than I had ever known. I had smelled spring thousands of times before, but never like this.
Also, an annoying, dry ache was developing in the back of my throat, like when you are thirsty on a hot summers day.
I brought a hand up tentatively to feel my throat. Or, at least I thought the movement was tentative: that's what I intended it to be. Rather, my hand shot up like a bullet from a gun. When it slapped against the skin of my neck, a hollow sound like to rocks slammed against each other filled the room. My skin was as hard as a diamond.
I brought my hand in front of my face, into the light of the window, to inspect it for further oddities. My fingers were slender, delicate and such a pure, snowy white that sparkled like a thousand raindrops in the setting sun. I felt a quiver of fear as I watched how I sparkled in the vague sunlight. What was happening to me?
I had been sure, as the blood-curdling pain had ravaged my body that I was in hell for taking my own life. Now, as I lay here feeling calm, if maybe a little disoriented, I couldn't believe this was hell. Hell could not be as comfortable and, well, normal as this. There was nothing extraordinary about the room, save for how clear everything was.
I want to get up, I thought and was seemingly on my feet at the same moment I thought it. I want to look in the mirror, I thought and in no perceivable time I was standing in front of the bland mirror as I had wished. I grinned for the first time in eight years, and looked at my reflection. The smile quickly slid off my face, as I stared, dumbfounded at the woman in the mirror. Could she possibly be me? I could find no other explanation.
The Esme in the mirror was as beautiful as a sunset. Though there was something terrifying about the beauty, like that of a sleek wolf howling. Long, twirling caramel hair fell about my exquisite elfin face. My lips where full and my upper lips had a delicate Cupid's bow.
I was exactly as I had always wanted to look. It was like somebody had taken normal Esme and polished her edges so she glowed. There was only one flaw on my face. My eyes, usually a soft green, were now a piercing, sinister crimson. Just as I had noticed this, a gentle, nearly inaudible knock issued from the door. Out of habit, I said,
"Come in,"
My voice was like a song, so clear and rich it didn't sound like me at all. I had always had a hint of a lisp that drove my parents mad.
The door opened slowly, or so it seemed to my perceptive eyes. I was suddenly ceased by an animalistic urge to pounce. I felt like an animal who had been cornered and had nowhere to run. I found myself nearly slipping into a crouch. A soft growl issued from my mouth, my upper lip curling. The moment I realized this, I was shocked. I held my hand up in front of my mouth, horrified at my ferocity. I had always been a kind girl, if maybe a little vivacious, but I had never been mean or evil or violent. This surge of unadulterated fierceness had come purely out of instinct. With what seemed like a huge effort, I quickly composed myself as the door opened to reveal someone I had met before …
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Hehe, I bet you hate the ending :)
I know this is really short, but if you read my ramble above I hope you'll understand. Please read and review, 'kay?? :)
Oh, and of course I have to end this chapter with my usual: I want a Carlisle!!!
Happy Halloween!