Title: The Virus

Author: Mrs. Shapiro

Chapter: 9

Rating: M

Genre: Angst/Romance

Parings: BxE (potential others)

Summary: Bella and Edward have been hit by a mystery virus that will change their whole being. AU

AN: Hey! Ok so if you've noticed I changed the rating to M because I'm paranoid because I said fuck in a chapter. So yeah, sorry for the rushed previous chapter. I promise to do better.

Thanks to my BETA!

Enjoy

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight...DUH

BPOV

This smart chick forgot that vampires were supposed to burn up in the sun. So imagine my fright when right when the morning sun was about to hit me I remembered; by then it was too late so I braced myself for the pain but received a warm sun sensation, nothing more. I opened my eyes and wasn't even uncomfortable. I stood up from my position leaning against the tree and stretched. My hands went in front of me and KABANG! My hands were reflecting light like a bunch of tiny crystals were embedded in my skin. It was beautiful and mysterious. Just like everything new in my life. I gasped and brought my hand to my face to look closer. It looked like a bunch of diamonds but was not actually different than it had been the previous night.

I returned to the puddle and looked at myself. Every inch of exposed skin glittered beautifully. I burst into a huge grin and laughed in happiness. I closed my eyes and indulged in the feeling of sun on my skin but was quickly cut short by the increasing burn in my throat. By now it had become apparent that it was blood that I was in need of. That explained my attack on that poor innocent doctor.

I really had to decide what to do because I couldn't just stroll into the city and drink a random person dry. No, that wasn't really a good plan. Over the night I'd basically come to terms with what I was. I rationalized that being a vampire was enough of an excuse to be a total bitch. I didn't want to use words like monster or murderer so I settled for female dog. If I was being honest I didn't enjoy entertaining the notion that was killing people but I shoved that into the back of my mind.

It was clear that I'd have to wait until it grew dark before I could run back into the city because I wasn't really in the mood for hiding and sparkling wasn't an option. I also required new clothing which would have to be stolen because I had no money. So I decided to wait until dark and wing it once I got to the city. My only problem was waiting until that time came because I needed to drink now. I passed the time by assessing my strength I could pulverize rock and rip trees out from the earth. It was wicked cool and scary at the same time. I would get easily distracted though by my glittering skin which I found to be beautiful and mesmerizing. Eventually the time came when I could go to the city.

I ran all the way there still baffled by my speed. I established that I'd drink first because it'd be way easier to focus on everything else I had to do. I figured the best person to drink from was someone who wouldn't be reported missing. As much as killed me a hobo was the way to go so I climbed up a ladder and onto the roof tops on which I could run as fast as necessary. I reached down town and jumped down to the street. After walking around a few blocks I found a young man with a beard coming in and dirty clothes lying on the side walk moaning in pain.

"Hey, what wrong?" I asked kneeling down next to him.

"I got hit by a...ow...car. I-i couldn't get to the hospital." He croaked out.

"Is there anyone I can call to come get you or something?" I needed to know if he was homeless or just inconveniently hit.

"No, I was k-kicked out. I'm all ahh alone." He replied painfully.

"I'll make the pain go away." I whispered. Gently rolling him on his back I swallowed back the fear and guilt. He was bleeding from a small cut above his eye brow and his face was all scraped. I guessed that the damage was all internal. I brushed the hair out of his eyes and ran my thumb over the cut to remove the blood. He gasped in pain then his eyes widened in surprise and he brought his hand up to the cut. I was too occupied by the blood on my thumb to notice what was happening but when he made an odd sound of surprise I looked up to find the cut on his head gone. What? I experimentally ran my hands over his face and right before my eyes the scrapes disappeared and became light pink brand new skin.

"Oh, my god!" I gasped. The man opened his eyes and looked at; his face contorted in fear and aw.

"W-what are you?" he asked.

"I-I'm sorry." I dry sobbed and bent down to his neck. Feeling his pulse under his neck skin made my mind shut down and animalistic instincts kicked in. I let out a soft growl, bared my teeth and bit him right in the jugular. I moaned at the taste of his blood flooding into my mouth and down my throat. I could even ignore his screaming. Too soon he was empty but the burning had subsided to a more controllable ache. I needed to dispose of the body; this time in a more disguised manner. Burning the body was my best idea so I picked him up and hid him behind a building.

Looking around I found a second hand clothing store down the street. Upon arrival I checked to see if it was alarm protected. To my dismay it was like most businesses in Phoenix. A car was approaching me so I dashed to the back of the building and jumped up onto a ledge on a window and from there to the roof. To my surprise there was an open window on the roof but not open enough for me to fit. I assumed that since it was already open breaking the window wouldn't set of the alarm. I ripped of the entire window panel from its hinge things and slid through landing neatly on my feet inside the store.

It smelled of moth balls and dust. I looked through the store for something my size and slightly flattering. I decided on a pair of black jeans, a florescent blue tee, a pair of converse that were a size too small but wearable and a pair of sun glasses. Changing out of the hospital gown felt amazing; soon I was back on the street. I made sure the guys body was still unnoticed and then went to find somewhere to get matches. I ended up having to run quite a few miles to a gas station but it was open and I had no money.

I entered the gas station and smiled at the clerk who was a man who appeared to be in his late twenties. He looked at me funny probably because of the late hour and my wearing sunglasses but I couldn't just let him see my red eyes.

"Extreme light sensitivity." I explained. "I have to wear sunglasses everywhere."

"Oh, that's too bad." He smiled back. Oh man, he smelled so good and it took everything I had not to attack him then and there. I stopped breathing and went up to lean over the counter. I needed those matches so I assumed I could maybe get them for free and not have to attack this innocent man.

"Listen," I read his name tag. "Jamie. I need a packet of matches for...something. My problem is that I don't have any money. Is there anything I can do that would make you give them to me for free?" I asked sweetly; leaning over to reveal some of my cleavage. This beauty had to be good for something.

"I'm sorry Miss but I can't do that." He gulped looking at my breasts.

"Are you sure?" I asked running my finger across his cheek.

"Um, well maybe." He was sweating now. I went around to behind the counter and leaned into his ear.

"Nobody has to know." I whispered right up close to his ear making sure to breathe through my mouth.

"O-okay." He stuttered out and ran to grab a pack. After giving them to me I whispered a seductive thanks in his ear and walked out of the gas station moving my hips a bit. As soon as I excited the gas station I inhaled deeply and rid myself of the smell of the young man. I still burned so I found an old man who smelled deeply of alcohol and didn't bother with any nice crap. I broke his neck and drained him dry feeling extremely satisfied when finished. I grabbed that man as well as the other one which was beginning to stink and dumped them in a dumpster, lit a match and burned them until they were unrecognizable. Too soon the sun was beginning to rise and I was back at my patch of trees.

Ok, so I hope you like this.

TFR

Mrs. Shapiro