Breaking Dawn: Temperance

In her hands is the blood bag that had been brought the day before. A Positive, squishy crimson, and she reads the contents, "volunteer donor?"

"It will be wasted on you," is Edward's smart reply, he has been rather stiff after her sixth plate she smashed into the wall, but he is liking how her resolve is failing, he smirks sometimes, as if he knows some joke she will never understand.

He tips his head, "Oh you will understand it, you just might not like it."

"Even better," Benita bites back, "don't smile at me."

He stops smiling, "just drink your blood."

"I will," pinche cabron, he could suck on his own-

"And stop thinking so loud, or I will take it away."

Benita tucked the blood bag closer to her chest, "Ok, fine."

She looks at the offering like original sin. It is biblical for vampires to want, want, and want more. She wants this blood bag, even if it is not the best choice. The bag is not O Negative, it's not even warmed up, an overdue goodie bag that she once would have thrown away in disgust, and now she is opening it, lifting it to her nose, smelling, because the comfort of the nickel tang is stronger than any notion of loyalty.

Alone, she had seriously thought of tearing into it, swallowing in greedy gulps, until they had brought him to her, like a warm body sacrificed at the altar, would she open her mouth and accept the body presented to her?

He's yummy, Edward rolled his eyes at Benita's internal monologue.

Benita could care less, whatever this was, human plaything or food, sometimes she forgot to tell the difference, whoops, she was ready to feed.

Like a television watching toddler Benita suckled on the lesser of two evils, like it was a go-gurt instead of a bag of blood, and stared at him with big eyes, "So they brought you blood? That's nice I guess. Bella was saying that Edward was trying to starve you out," he found it funny, she pretended to find it funny too, "well Nessie can still eat food, even if she does throw her tantrums," the man smiled wider than before at the mention of the other female hybrid, "but you don't touch it so… the blood must help you more."

Words meant nothing right now.

Benita was more focused on the man's jugular. The breathing, heart-pumping, and utterly warm muffin before her had no idea what his presence did to her. She had finished the blood bag, it went down too fast, and now she wanted the real thing.

"Can she speak Edward," the warm blood bag asks, "I mean, she just keeps staring at us, does she even understand English," the delectable asked of the captor.

"She is just very hungry," was Edward's playful answer, and she hummed at the need she felt just now. She was wondering why the Cullens had brought her a warm body, as a peace prize, as a way to torture her more into submission… but they were right, this was going to be her tipping point. No doubt.

"Jacob Black," he had said was his name, and her nose flared at the blood that sung to her, the skin that would feel delicious under her trembling hands, and how it would feel when her teeth tore into his neck.

"Okay? Are you sure? Is she always this… weird," Jacob leaned forward in his seat, curious, "it's like I can't get a good read on her, she doesn't look like the newborns we fought, nothing like Victoria," Benita shivered at the warmth exhaled from his mouth, he would be delicious.

Edward laughed aloud, "I don't doubt it. Renesmee is going to have some competition."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Benita would show him what it meant, "Jacob," the name could have been any, she would have found is just as perfect, "why don't you get closer to me, I am so tired, so weak."

He was no longer leaning forward, "um, what are you doing?"

Benita tucked her chained hands between her legs, leaning forward, and hoping her cleavage looked as good as it did before her imprisonment, "I feel so cold here. The vampires are mean to me, you look like a nice guy. Muy suave."

The man's face blushed making his skin pulse with life, it made it even harder not to jump him there and then, "Uh no, now way," Jacob lifted his hands, he was getting the idea now, "did you give her any ideas Edward?"

"Not in the way you might think," Edward laughed at them both, "but I am sure my daughter would not mind."

"Not in a million years!"

Benita pouted, it was very rare for people not to be swayed by her, especially mortals, if only she did not have these cuffs digging into her wrists, "Jacob," she pleaded, "please."

That was when the door opened, "hey Jake, Leah said that Sue called, we should start heading back, " said the younger version of Jacob, gangly, and all smile, "also Nessie was wondering where you put the remote. She wants to watch that show you guys watch."

"Not now Seth," Jake looked back at him, and so did Benita.

It took a moment for this Seth to look at her, and when he did the most peculiar thing happened. Benita saw that his eyes were not just dark, but chocolate brown, golden tinges, and his skin was not just russett, but the warmest reddish-orange like the morning sun leaking into the mists below it, or more brown, earth, like the clay she once found in a mountain range, she could smell the desert rain and she took a deep breath of it, holding her aching chest. It was hard to look away.

"Seth no!"