Chapter 7: Thirst

Nessie's POV

I wasn't sure what time it was when I finally was able to get to sleep that night. All I did know was that as soon as my head hit the pillows I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning I felt an unusual presence in my bed. This presence felt a lot colder then that of my husband. I blinked my eyes several times and it was my mother's form that came into shape.

I smiled. This reminded me of all the times I would fall asleep in bed with my mom right next to me when I was little. I snuggled up close to my mom as if I were a little girl all over again.

"Mom" I whispered. I wasn't sure if I was ever going to get used to having her back. Not after 30 long years without her.

I ignored the slight burning sensation I had begun to feel at the back of my throat. Right now all I really cared about was being with my mother.

"I couldn't resist" she said.

"Resist what?" I asked.

"As soon as your 'husband' left I couldn't resist laying in bed with you. Just like when you were little"

I did the best I could to ignore my mother's obvious distaste for my husband.

"It doesn't matter mom. I'm just glad you're here" the pain in my throats was starting to bother me more so I knew that I'd have no choice but to go hunting today.

"Does your husband always leave this early in the morning?" mom asked.

"Yes I'm kind of used to it honestly. It's usually just me and the kids. He won't get home until sometime in the evening. The only time he'll ever get home earlier then that is if he has a mission for me to do"

"Is that what we're calling drug trafficking now Nessie? 'Missions'?" The obvious pain in her voice was like a punch in the gut to me. The only thing I hated more than seeing my mom in pain was knowing that I was the one that caused her pain.

"It's what we always called it. Even before I knew it was drug trafficking that we were doing that's what we would call it. Missions. No big deal mom"

"No big deal?" mom shook her head in disbelief. "It's only drug trafficking it's no big deal she says?" mom shook her head again. Renesmee I wish more than anything that I could go back in time and prevent whatever happened to me from happening to me. If I would have been there for you, raised you and loved you the way you deserved, then you wouldn't be in this lifestyle"

"Mom what happened is not your fault. Don't blame yourself" I said firmly.

"No if anything I blame your father. I swear if I ever see him again I will kill him. That's not a threat either"

I actually shuddered. If my mom and dad ever do reunite I would not want to be in my father's shoes. That's for sure.

I went to my room and started getting dressed. The pain in my throat was reaching an unbearable level. That's how my thirst usually was. I could go weeks without feeling anything but when it came on it came on fast and strong.

"Mom can you do me a huge favor and watch the kids for a little while? I need to go hunt"

"Sure baby but where do you go hunting around here? I don't see any forests?"

I felt as if my heart had dropped into my stomach as another devastating truth set in. She didn't know that I had changed my diet 23 years ago.

"I, well, mom you see the thing is I-"

"Oh God no Nessie please don't tell me that you-"

I nodded my head quickly before running out the door and nearly tripping on my way to the elevator. I couldn't stand to look at my mother's disappointed face another second. Now she knows that I've killed people. She might've suspected it before because of my what I do but now she knows that I do. She knows I've drunk human blood.

Switching over to my natural food source was just easier then hunting animals. Especially in places like San Diego where the only places you can find wild animals is at the zoo or SeaWorld. Of course there's the ocean but mainly only fish come close to land.

As soon as I was on the street my mind switched over to hunting mode. It was a cloudy day and that alone limited the amount of available prey I had at my disposal.

I sniffed the air looking for any appetizing scent. The first scent I came across repulsed me. I looked in the direction where the scent had come from. It was a PETA animal rights activist carrying an anti SeaWorld sign. So he was most likely a vegan. That would explain his pungent odor. Vegan blood tasted like absolute crap to me. Vegetarian blood was barely tolerable. Meat eating blood was the best.

I sniffed again and this time I caught a mouthwatering scent on the air. I immediately began to follow it eagerly.

Somewhere in the back of my head I heard someone calling out my name but I ignored it. I was focused on one and only one thing. My thirst and the blood that promised to quench it.

I heard someone call my name as I started running. The man was all alone when I found him. This couldn't have been more perfect.

I crouched down as I prepared to attack the unsuspecting man. Before I could move even an inch someone grabbed me from behind and covered my mouth. I immediately began to fight with every last ounce of strength that I had. This person was the only thing standing between me and my breakfast. Yet my captor didn't budge an inch which was strange to me. I was used to being much stronger and faster then everyone I met.

"Nessie calm down you're just going to hurt yourself" I immediately stopped when I recognized a voice I hadn't heard in 24 years. Grandpa Carlisle's.

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