The taste of his blood was even better than it smelled, it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted in my life and knowing it was his made it even better. I pulled back quickly, so I wouldn't drink too much. 'Mmm' I sighed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I checked the wound, it had stopped bleeding and it was already healing thanks to Jacob's supernatural werewolf abilities. I stared into his eyes but they did not lock with mine. His eyes were full of surprise and confusion and shock. I wondered if he was questioning my mental state. I wondered if I needed to check my mental state. What had made me do that? The answer was simple really. I wanted to taste his blood. It didn't seem such a bad thing to me, after all I was half vampire. I hated the taste of animal blood, I always had and of course I was completely against killing anyone so why couldn't I be entitled to a taste. Because you're not allowed to just bite people without permission! The sane Renesmee screeched inside my head. I considered that for a moment and mumbled quietly my apology.
'I'm so sorry, I had no right to do that, my behaviour was inexcusable' I apologised and turned my head away from him my cheeks burning crimson. I didn't want to look at him or hear his reaction, as childish as it was I walked over to my bathroom and locked myself in. I felt ashamed of myself; I had let my horrid vampire side completely rule me. I had no control anymore, over my feelings or my physical actions. The vampire monster inside me was savouring the taste of the blood but the caring human inside me was trying to ignore it and think of a thousand different ways to amend things. It was as if I was split into two literally. The vampire Renesmee and the human Renesmee. Right now I hated the vampire Renesmee, I wish she didn't exist. Why couldn't I just be a normal human? One that would only crave her boyfriend's body not his blood aswell. What had become of me? I was sitting here on a cold bathroom floor crying after just drinking my boyfriend's blood. I was the furthest thing from normal you could ever get. I laughed darkly to myself. I made a mental note to never drink Jacob's blood again no matter how amazing it tasted. I had to learn to control myself. I would apologise and forget about it, because that's the only thing I could do. Everyone made mistakes and I wasn't an exception. Despite my outside being perfect (as people thought) I was far from perfect inside. I was becoming like Edward, over analysing everything. I needed to get a grip.
'Nessie Please come out' Jacob pleaded banging the door loudly. I waited for a few seconds before I opened it. He pulled me into his arms crushing me to his chest before I'd even had time to step out. He was way too forgiving, he was more than I had ever deserved. What had I ever done to deserve such a perfect person? He carried me back to my bed and wiped the tear stains from my face. My face went hot again. I was humiliated. I bent my head down but Jake quickly pushed my face back up.
'Don't be embarrassed Nessie. It's okay to crave blood sometimes. And If I'm being honest I'd much rather you drink mine than anyone else's. If you want my blood you only have to ask. Consider me your very own personal blood bag.' At first I thought he was joking and when I realised he was completely serious it caused an ache in my heart. He was too good for me. He was willing to give me his own blood, to let me drink from him. I didn't believe there was anything he wouldn't do for me.