Hey guys! Wow, sorry it's been a little while, I was on vacation, then I forgot, and then I took a bit of a break for finals but so anyways, back on track now and the plot is about to become crossbred with some of Scott Westerfeld's books. It's kind of interesting if you've read it, but it doesn't really matter if you didn't.
Disclaimer: Everything is Stephanie Meyer, now featuring Scott Westerfeld!
I finished puking in the bathroom and took a deep, collecting, breath. The satisfying rush of oxygen flow that I had once taken for granted was missing, but the cold air still felt good against my saturated, juice stained mouth.
"So…" Alice began, not really having anything to say but testing to make sure I was done talking and hurling. I had been ranting on and on for what felt like ages, just letting all of my ideas and theories spill out, all the while hunched over our old toilet spewing out what was still mostly a steak. What I had come up with at the end of my epiphany was this; I definitely had the symptoms of a vampire, or 'vampirism' as I had started calling it, but the actual full blown thing was missing. (Here's where the other book comes in) Like disease. A group of people are infected, but only 90 have the disease. The other 10 would be called carriers, having the symptoms, but being immune to the sickness itself. My brain was still working like a human, it was just my body that was a vampire. Now this may seem all fine and cool in theory, but my aching back from standing over the toilet was not. I couldn't keep the food down. The sickening squish of the fat combined with that metallic tang of blood and meat made me gag, sending Bessie back upriver, all covered in stomach acid. The deathly stench of it all was so strong it kept me going all while attempting to explain everything to Alice.
"Now what?" She asked. I wasn't really sure. My stomach rumbled, the beast inside demanding more blood, but my head craved for real food. The full weight of my starvation sank in on me. All other thoughts were stamped down except for one. Bread, bread, bread, bread. The thought that it was so easy to just go into the kitchen and grab some made it too irresistible. Despite what I had learned from the Dorito incident, I dashed away. I scarfed down a whole loaf ignoring the taste, my head thinking that it was good for me—until it came back up, no prettier than it's predecessors. I couldn't stop though. It just became a weird cycle. Swallowing it down only to hurl it up a minute later.
Why Alice hadn't acted sooner could only have been from shock of my bizarre actions, but now she sprang up and pinned me to the wall. I shook and fought against her, but she was the stronger.
Alice set her jaw and said, "Ok, Bella, I don't know about your disease theory of whatever but this is definitely not good for you. All I know is that you were bit, and your one of us. That means you need blood. We're going hunting." She tossed me over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, mmm potatoes, and took off towards the forest, me bumping along with her. I made a mental note to get potatoes.
By the time we got into the forest, I had my wits about me again, and my food craving back under control, although my temper was still touchy. Alice sensed my tension.
"Well," she started to lighten the mood, "I'm not sure if there's a delicate way to put this so I'm just going to come right out and ask, what do you want to kill first?" This surprised me. As illogical as it seemed, I hadn't really focused on the actual killing during my fantasies of this new life. I had been distracted in my thoughts with Edward, letting my immaturities control my dreams, thinking only of what was to become just ANOTHER new activity we could spend all day together doing. She set me down gently in the forest and I perched on a mossy boulder. I mentally photoshopped my head onto a lion and tried to picture myself taking out an antelope or armadillo or whatever they had in this state. To be honest I couldn't really picture myself taking down an animal. Actually that was a lie.
"Alice, are there by any chance some moose around here?" I mused, remembering my hallucination during my transformation. (during chapter three)
"Um..well, that's quite a pick, I'm not really sure if—"
"No, it's ok, I was just thinking aloud. How about something easy, like a goose."
She scrunched up her nose, "Things that fly are…difficult… and I don't do rodents. So much work in the chase, not enough prize at the end. Why don't we just do some roaming?"
"Uh, sure, roam away."
"O.k. well, first, you need to get on all fours and just move around some, see?" She demonstrated. It was not as easy as it sounded. When Alice crawled, she changed in a way. Her body was feline, her eyes feral. Every limb moved with a swift grace as she slinked between the pine trees, not even rustling the dead needles that carpeted the forest floor. My mimick of her was less successful
"No, here, a little less jerky in your movements, try and turn your bounce into something smoother, something more predatory. Give in to your instinct, let impulse take control." I tried, I tried connecting with my inner beast, I tried thinking like a tiger. It didn't work. I could creep easily enough on two legs, and was relatively silent, but it was nothing in comparison to Alice. To a passerby she was part of the forest. She swayed in the wind, and the air around her was a still as a rock, completely blended with her surroundings, even in motion. Only her face could give her away. Her eyes darted around with heightened awareness; nothing went unchecked by her eyes. Why couldn't I do that? What was wrong with me? Alice seemed to be getting into her own world, really starting to move around, I found it difficult to keep up with her. Just tracking her was hard enough, she kept leaping from rock to tree to branch back to another rock, I broke into a run just to keep her retreating figure in my line of sight.
"Alice!" I called out, not wanting to lose her, not wanting to be lost. She stopped and stared not at me, not at the trees or the birds or at the sky, but at nothing. It was the look she had when she had her visions. It lasted seconds, but when she snapped out of it, it looked as if she had been gone for years. She stared to my direct right, fixated on a certain grouping of trees, thick with deep green needles. An animal maybe? I thought wildly. But what came crashing through the brush in a wild frenzy moments later was no animal.
It was Edward.
Ok, yea, sorry for the long break this time, but I'll try not to let it go for that long without writing anything again. R&R please!
