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Chapter Five
"Bella needs to hunt?" pondered Emmett, as the Cullens grouped around me.
"What I don't get," said Jasper. "Is why her own blood only lingered for a month? Newborns are supposed to keep some up till about their first year, when their strength starts to wan."
"I have a theory about that," Carlisle offered. "Not drinking any other blood. Not physically or mentally being able to drink any blood, Bella must've been relying solely on her own human blood, and so she burned through it faster than normal."
I sighed weakly, even being a vampire I'd somehow managed to stuff up. I knew my weakness could be solved easily by hunting, yet, the memory of my first and only hunt still burnt strongly in my mind. How was I supposed to feed when my body had such a violent reaction to blood? My new family had no more clue than I, and I had a strong feeling that time was running out, for how long before my weakness became something more? Something worse?