I panicked, not knowing what to do and how to protect my secrets. I held my breath, blocking my air to breathe in the smell. I never knew this would have such an impact on me.
I whimpered once, caught up in the memory of the drop falling on the floor, making it stand out in contrast with the white color beneath it. How the red spat, covering more pieces of carpeting. It was maddening.
In a flash, Carlisle stood in front of me, taking hold of my arms trying to silence my whimpers of the burning pain in my throat.
'You'll be OK! Stop breathing and just act like you get nauseas of it!' his stern thinking voice pleaded.

The tension in the room was way too obvious. Thirst roared through everyone's throat, even Carlisle had it a little difficult. It was Jasper who unconsciously projected it through everyone. The silence was deafening. I thought it took minutes, hours to see what was happening, while it only took my overactive brain less than seconds.

Jasper tried, but couldn't hold it anymore as his instincts took over. Without second thought, Edward pushed Bella backwards in my direction. The force his hands used on her to push her, knocked me over as well. We both yelped from panic and the adrenaline that coursed through our veins. Everything was startling my mind out.

I felt sharp things cut my healed shoulder, digging into the still sensitive flesh. I whimpered again, but not from the burn that the vampire side of me suffered from.
I blinked, seeing Edward, Emmett and Rosalie trying to drag Jasper away from us. I sniffed the air by accident, gasping and straining my muscles with the second the red smell evaded my nose.

There was blood everywhere.

My breathing picked up as I tried to stay down and not to move. I didn't want to kill my sister.

When they got Jasper out, I heard his fight from far. The guilt, self-loathing and aggressiveness flooded through him as he fiercely fled to hunt and calm his senses.
With scared eyes, Bella sat on the floor next to me in the pile of glass , blood and hundreds of red and pink rose petals. She swallowed thickly, looking at Edward, who still stood in the room before she passed out.
'I can't take this shit any longer!'

"Edward, maybe you should go and find Jasper." Carlisle suggested as he tried to pick up my sister who sat against the wall like a ragdoll. Edward looked at me intensely, a lot of different emotions showing in his eyes and his face. I didn't dare to blink once.
"Edward." Carlisle said once more. Without a word he left the house, soundlessly. We did however, hear the door slam close. I wondered if it was even whole still.

Carlisle had crouched down in front of me, pity written is eyes, covered with a million apologies.
"Come on, let's look at your shoulder." He said before he stuck out his hand. I took it and scrambled up from the floor. I saw the cream colored fabric of my dress covered in blood, dirt and tears as I followed Carlisle to his office. He helped up me up on the desk, before picking out the right instruments to examine me.

I still hadn't uttered a word. My throat felt sore, scratchy , but I was glad that the urge to kill and the painful burn had left.
Carlisle cut the strap of the dress so it wouldn't stick into the wounds. "Sorry" he muttered. I knew he was trying to communicate with me, but I was in a daze.
"I left Bella on the couch. She only has a few scratches and a cut on the inside of her arm. She'll be fine. I think the blood got a bit too much on her though." He rambled as het cleaned the blood that had spilled out of the wound on my shoulder. I just blinked in reaction and winced once when he took out a small piece of glass with a tweezers.

Carlisle sighed. "Melody, you don't have to worry about having bared your secret. No one noticed the way you reacted. And if they did, they probably thought it was because of the blood." He said, still picking out the small glass crystals. I arched an eyebrow.
"Well, it was because of the blood, but they probably thought you were nauseas or couldn't stand to be near it." he added to clear his story. I faintly nodded.
Carlisle sighed deeply again, before it went awfully quiet. The silence freaked me out, like it always did.

I was starting to lose my mind. first everything the surrounds Edward – what happened that afternoon made me so confused and hurt. What if it was just an experiment to him? what if he was caught up in the moment of helping me? what if everything was a lie – how would I know if I wasn't able to read his mind.

And then all this. I hadn't even started to think about what might happen if they all knew, Bella included. My status needed to stay anonymous in case of my own safety and that from my family. Nobody could know what I was and where I was capable of.
But every time, every action, made them moor suspecting. I was surprised they didn't notice when I ran into the forest during that baseball game from a few months earlier. It was extremely difficult either, to hide most of my skin as I could. The shouldn't see the scars and meaningful body art. They shouldn't want an explanation.
And was Carlisle right in the first place? did they really think it was because some human nausea? I wasn't even able to read their minds at the precise moment. And how in the world did he know? What exactly did he know? Was it safe for him to know, even though he was a vampire, possibly one of the strongest existing.
I needed to be invisible for the Volturi, if they'd find me there wouldn't be any way back. It is the reason why I changed my appearance. The reason I didn't hunt in the beginning and let my eyes fade to black. It's one of the huge reasons why I left LA – they knew I was there.
And even the last time I was there, it came very close to ending for me.

The reason why they wanted me – dead or alive.

I was dangerous. Dangerous enough to make the most powerful vampire coven and rulers of the underworld back away.

"What do you know?" I asked, breaking the terrible silence. Carlisle had almost cleared the fresh wound of all the glass crystal pieces as he looked up at my face. It was tense, my jaw tight and my eyes stern, golden, but not as striking as they were earlier, when my true nature bared itself.
Carlisle looked me into the eye for a few moments, searching for something. His mind wouldn't tell me – probably something he knew too.

"I know you're not human. Not completely that is. When I first met you, I had my suspicious – you were different, looked different and reacted in a very other way than any other normal human. Bella is an exception too, but she's family from you – it's part of your genes. "

I frowned, urging him on to tell me more. This, I already knew. Alice knew that too.
Carlisle walked away and I started to get frustrated and my standard behavior with that had become aggressiveness. I couldn't and didn't suppress the low growl that rolled out of my throat.

"Melody, calm down. I'm only getting the right things to stitch up your wound. You need to learn to not lose your patience so fast and get agressive. It's one of the things that make you somewhat…interesting for …a very powerful – "

"The Volturi. I know."