The La Push Pack
Chapter Seven – Charlie
I waved at Jake as he dissappeared into the forest. Apparently Billy had gone to watch the game with Harry, so I had Jake's house to myself to shower and clean up.
We'd both laughed when we had stopped hugging. I'd gotten blood all over Jake's chest. He shrugged it off and told me he'd be back with some fresh clothes for me soon. I suspected that he'd find a river on the way and clean off the blood there.
I looked down at myself quickly deciding to head inside, it would be hard to explain if anyone saw me in these torn, bloody clothes.
I was more careful with this door than the last one. The reminder to fix it was still in the back of my now vast and complex mind. I wondered through the main area of the house taking it all in with new eyes. Everything looked familiar but new at the same time. My gaze lingered on a painting that hung proudly on a wall near the door.
I'd always thought it was nice and only after finding out about the boys being wolf shifters, realised its significance. I'd mistaken the wolf as Jacob at the time, it's amazing how much he looks like his great-grandfather.
I didn't even realize how long I was staring at it, my eyes tracing over every perfect brush stroke that made up the magestic copper wolf standing tall on a rock ledge overlooking the forest. It wasn't long before the smell of stale blood reminded me of the task at hand and I made my way to the bathroom.
What little that was left of my clothes tore as I went to take them off. Making note to be very gentle when I get redressed I shredded everything else, slightly amazed at how little resistance they gave. I slid into the shower and turned the hot water on, holding my hand under the stream of water waiting for it to warm up.
The water went warm but it wasn't getting hot enough, at first I thought something was wrong.
I wanted to smack myself.
Its not the water its me. Vamp-wolf. I wont ever get too hot or too cold again. I slid under the boiling hot water that to me now felt only warm. The room filled with steam as my body relaxed under the cascade of water.
I watched the water run red with blood and my thoughts quickly turned dark. No more numb anymore. My mind will always be sharp. I'll never truly be able to cry again. The blade will break against my skin.
My hand instintively skimmed over my other forearm and I froze in shock.
No. My scars….
I found myself kneeling on the shower floor, grasping at my arm, feeling more wounded now than I had before my vampire change had healed my skin, removing all the scars.
Vemon tears that would never fall filled my eyes and I creid, gasping for air as I felt panic setting in. My only connection.
My only reminder of him, that any of it was real.. was gone.
"It will be as if I never exsisted." His voice echoed in my mind.
I wanted to scream but I could barely breathe.
Desperately dragging in air, my throat burned and I wrapped my arms around myself. I sobbed and sobbed. Even my new vampire mind couldn't keep track of time. This was it. I was truly losing it. My body couldn't die from this but my mind and my soul could.
I could feel, more than I ever had before, the gaping hole in my chest. As though someone had reached inside me and ripped out my insides. Leaving nothing but pain and emptiness.
My breathing slowed eventually. There was no numbness but a slight sense of calm trickled in.
I took several deep breaths.
My throat continued to burn but my mind cleared, focusing on the loud beating of a heart. How had I not noticed that sooner? It was very loud. I don't think that I'm making a very good vampire.
I sighed and turned the water off, stepping out of the shower. This steam is really annoying. Why is it hurting my throat? I held my breath to try and stop the burning and it worked pretty well. I waited for the tightness in my chest and the screaming of my lungs, desperate for air but it never came.
I shook my head in irritation.
Honestly Bella.
You really need to get this whole vampire thing to sink in.
I started to dry myself, getting a little irritated by how loud Jake's heartbeat and breathing were. He must be right outside the door.
"Honestly Jake, you don't have to stand right outside the door."
His heartbeat became faster but he didn't reply.
"I know you're there Jake, I can hear your heartbeat like drums. I'd probably still hear it if you were across the street. You don't need to hound me." I scoffed, using the last of my air.
I would need to start breathing again to refil on air if I wanted to speak again. It felt weird, not breathing. Uncomfortable. But it stopped my throat from burning.
I focused on Jake while drying my body. His heart actually sounded not quite right. Like it was struggling. His breathing was laboured too. What was wrong with him?
Without thinking I opened the door and took a breath to ask him what was wrong.
Oh shit.
"Charlie?"
