Fictionista Workshop - WitFit December Prompts
December 10, 2009 (www(dot)fictionistaworkshop(dot)com/witfit/2009-12-10/)
Word Prompt: Dehydration
Idea Completion: "I could hear the muffled sounds of…" What do you imagine first?
Creative Original or Derivative:Derivative (Twilight Saga by Stephanie Meyer)
Disclaimer: All copyright, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners.
Rating/Warning(s): K+
Genre: Ansgt
I could hear the muffled sounds of that plastic cup being passed around. My brilliant idea of feeding blood to a human now had Bella drinking quarts of blood, all day.
I hoped for the sake of my sanity that she was not enjoying the blood at all, because whenever we asked her, she always replied that the warm liquid was yummy. Maybe hanging around with vampires so long made people partake to their diet.
Bella wasn't eating any more normal food now because it made her sick, and then both the food and the blood would come back up. That made her have to drink more blood.
Now that the monster inside her was getting a sufficient supply of feed, it grew more rapidly. That was both good and bad news. On the good side of things, the pack wouldn't have much more time to get around us and attack the Cullens. On the bad side, it meant Bella's imminent death was growing closer.
I wondered what I would do when Edward, or Carlisle, would bite Bella. Then, the treaty made by my grandfather would no longer stand, and I would be expected to take the vampires out. That is what I, as a werewolf, was built to do. I was built to destroy any bloodsuckers that came near our lands. But now, that I actually viewed these vampires as people, would I be able to do that? Would I be able to take the peace-maker, Carlisle out? I wouldn't be able to kill any of the females, either. It must be an instinct. I had an instinct to take care of them, not to destroy them. No, I couldn't bring myself to destroy any females.
I'd made a deal with Edward, that if Bella would die, truly die, that I would take him out. I wondered if I would be able to do that, to physically rip him to pieces and not have anything nagging at the back of my conscience. No matter how many things he had done wrong, I couldn't take out someone Bella had loved.
I knew that his family wouldn't kill him, so he would have to go back to those Italian killers. Maybe, he could get one of my brothers to do it. I'm sure Paul would have fun with a suicidal bloodsucker. Most of the pack wouldn't like that though. We had all interacted with the Cullens too much to be able to now attack and wipe them out.
So that left me here, protecting the vampires from my own kind. I wonder what my grandfather would think of me if he was here today.
I had never seen a vampire transformation take place. How different would my sweet, innocent Bella be? I wondered if she would remember her human life, if she would remember all the times we spent together. I speculated those "before and after" shots, if I would see any change in her physical appearance. I didn't want Bella to suddenly be perfect. I wanted her and her few tiny imperfections back. But now that she had decided she wanted to keep this monster and somehow give birth to it, she would die. She had even said herself she wouldn't survive this human.
I tried not to think anymore, and let the peacefulness and tranquillity of sleep take me over.
It feels like these prompts are getting harder each day...