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Chapter Six
Carlisle's POV
My hands gripped the seat as memories of better times leaked out of my brain, spilling across my eyes as various scenarios unfolded. Rosalie, who was sitting beside me, placed her hand over mine, gently pulling it away from the cheap polyester. She held my hand and told me everything was going to be alright. I nodded a few times but I'm sure she could tell I was still on edge.
"I need her, Rose," I whispered. She just nodded and tightened her grip on my hand. I'm glad she didn't say anything, words weren't needed now. Words weren't going to bring Esme back.
Once Peyton had changed and gotten cleaned up, we boarded a plane to Italy. Peyton didn't have a passport. She told us she usually just swam to wherever she wanted to go, so I paid off the guy at the airport and he let us on.
Right before we boarded the plane, Peyton left. She came back a bit later, her eyes red.
"You want Esme back, don't you?"
I removed my judging glance and nodded. I shouldn't be caring about humans right now. My wife's in danger, and if this girl is our only hope, then she can drain every human on this planet.
Right now, all we could do was fake our sleep, especially Peyton, keeping her eyes shut for most of the ride, the frightening crimson color of her eyes more conspicuous than our gold ones.
In the row before me were my children, Alice and Jasper. Jasper had her in his lap, his mouth to her ear. She looked worried, and I knew it was because she couldn't see anything; Peyton has thoroughly blocked her visions. Alice looked up at Jasper and smiled, lightly planting a kiss on his lips. They are so lucky to have what they have. To have each other.
Edward and Bella were holding each other as well, but they weren't silent. They were talking about Renesmee. We, of course, didn't bring the small girl along; instead, she was staying with Charlie for a few days. And just in case any of the Volturi tried to hurt her, the Denali coven was staying at our house. Everything was set and ready. We were ready.
I felt a sudden elevation decrease and realized we were landing. It's almost time.
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I mindlessly wondered if the Volturi have ever done this to someone else before. I've changed, both mentally and physically. Over the course of my stay here, I've noticed how much my anger has grown and how little patience I now had. Memories also became less frequent as the need for blood overwhelmed the function of the storage part of the brain which kept memories intact.
Without blood in my system, I remembered more and even had the ability to sort events into days, and the first few memories in this prison of mine would come back to me. But as soon as the unquenchable thirst in my throat was sated with blood, I could hardly remember my own name.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noted how I've changed physically. I looked healthy. My hair and my eyes were bright; my skin wasn't nearly as pale as that of other vampires. My figure became curvier, making the few things Aro gave me to wear extremely tight.
I asked Aro why my body was changing since the bodies of vampires are supposed to be frozen. He told me, quite nicely, that my body couldn't handle all the excess blood, so some of it was added to my physique by a sort of process involving venom and a hardening agent found in the blood. He told me it would stop once my body got used to the huge amounts of blood and didn't need to shove excess somewhere else.
Once I heard him say this, I decided to try and stop drinking so much blood. If it was affecting my body in such ways, I needed to stop. True, I didn't mind the few new curves; my body took them well, but the fact that this evil man was changing me on the inside and on the outside infuriated me.
But, my will power is weak, and I only lasted a few hours without my constant supply. My body ached without it, my mind needed it. But my mind kept betraying me. I gave it the blood it yearns for and in return, it'd give me fogged thoughts and shaky hands.
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