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Authors Notes: Thank you all for the support, it means a lot to me. I promise it will be picking up soon and the Cullens will be coming back in the next few chapters. I just need to build some character development. Bella is a lot more complex beneath that hard exterior. Anyways, I will be trying to keep the updates coming. I literally post these chapters minutes after I write em so I know there are some mistakes. Again thank you all.
Chapter 6: Addicted
Bella POV:
Blood. That's all I can think about now. We've been on the run for a couple weeks now and have been trying to keep a low profile back in the states. Easier said than done when you're killing a human or two a day. And those are on good days. There are plenty of bad days.
I swear the burn in my throat gets worse and worse with every drop of blood I consume. But I've given up control, or most of it I guess. We try to target criminals and convicts, but mistakes happen. What can you expect? I was created for the purpose of killing. I was damn good at it too, made it almost an art on the people that really deserved it. They say that you shouldn't play with your food, but the smell of true fear is a delicacy. We're monsters and we know it. My humanity is being chipped away with every life I take, and I can't say I feel bad about it. I try not to feel anything really.
I know it bothers Liam more than he lets on. He seems less fucked up in the head than I am, his humanity remains intact. But even he cannot control his beast of thirst.
Eventually the fire in my throat is not being soothed by a fresh kill, and I know why. I shouldn't be here. I should have died months ago in a cell as a human, innocent and young. I've never wanted the sweet release of death so much in my life. Liam suggests starving ourselves and hopefully fading away. I don't care anymore, it's as good a plan as any.
After a few days I felt my body grow weak from the starvation and my throat was throbbing. It will all be worth it if I die. That's what I live for now, my death. But eventually instead of growing weaker and weaker by the day, I feel myself getting stronger. The pain in my throat is receding and it feels as though I have just awoken again.
"It's the wolf." Liam says as he flexes his arms. I gasp when I catch sight of his face.
"Your eyes! The-they're gray!" His eyes widen as he looks into mine. I can see my eyes reflecting against his, they're a light gray as well. I look down at my body and flex just as Liam is. I feel different, stronger, more in control, more me. "The wolf." I repeat Liam's words from before and smile despite myself. I can't remember the last time I felt this good.