Chapter 6: Questions
Nessie's POV
The first thing I was aware of was blood. It was my own blood but that didn't make the smell any less delectable. A normal person wpuld have been horrified but I was not a normal person. The smell was almost enough to make me drool. It was not the first time that I have been tempted to taste my own blood. Every time I have gotten an injury I have been tempted to lick my cuts like a dog just to see what my blood tasted like.
I could also smell antiseptic mixed in with the scent of my blood. It was then that I began to register the pain in the back of my head. I forced my eyes open and saw that I was laying down in a bed in a different room that I had not seen.
I jumped when an ice cold hand touched me.
"I'm sorry kid I didn't mean to scare you," It was one one of the men from downstairs. Next to him was the boy that looked like me.
"How are you feeling? Are you feeling okay?"
My heart was beating really fast and I was still nervous so I just nodded my head 'yes'. Despite the pain and the overwhelming desire to taste my own blood I was okay. The younger boy gave me an odd look.
"Wha-what happened?"
"You fell backwards and hit your head. You would have fallen all the way down the stairs but Edward here caught you just in time," he explained. "You needed stitches on the back of your head,"
Well that would explain the pain and the smell of delicious blood. "Thanks Dr-uh what is your name?"
"Cullen. Carlisle Cullen," For a moment I was stunned into silence. Were these people a part of my family?
My head throbbed painfully as I thought it all over.
"How long have I been unconscious?" I asked once I found my voice.
"Only for about two hours," he said. "But I also have concerns about your body temperature and heart rate. They are extremely high and-"
"Oh that," I laughed.
Carlisle looked at me like I was crazy while Edward didn't do or say anything. "Why are you laughing? This is very serious," Carlisle stated seriously.
"Because I was born this way," Which was one hundred percent true. One of the first things the doctors noticed about me was my abnormal high body temperature and fast heart rates. My temperature hovered around 107 degrees Fahrenheit. While my heart beat at a rate of 150 times per minute. Doctors have tried and failed many times throughout the years to figure out why. It was another constant worry for my already stressed out mother.
I looked at the two of them. Carlisle and Edward. They were so well dressed and well off looking that it was extremely difficult to imagine my mom having anything to do with them. Like the Denali family I could sense that these people were well off.
I thought back to my stressed out, overworked mom and just couldn't imagine it. I remembered seeing mom looking like she was about to cry as she headed off to work in her McDonald's or Walmart uniform. Even working two jobs and living in the cheapest, most ghetto neighborhood on Oahu making ends meet was almost impossible. Our apartment was broken into several times over the years. It was scary but at least it never gappened while we were home.
Thank God we had Medi-Cal and food stamps. Even with food stamps there were times when we had to ration the food we had. The kids at school knew we were poor and bullied also relentlessly for it. They made fun of us because we got all of our clothes from goodwill. I could only imagine how much worse it would have been if they knew we were on government assistance.
"Hey kid,"
Carlisle's voice instantly brought me out of my memories. I felt embarrassed for having gone off into a daze like that. Edward was still. Way too still. His penetrating gaze sent shivers down my spine.
"What is your name?" Carlisle asked me. That caught me by surpise. I was sure the Denalis would have said something to them about me.
"I'm shocked the Denali family hasn't told you,"
"They have been very secretive about you. They're saying it should be you who explains everything. So what is your name?"
I took a deep breath. "Renesmee Carlie Swan-Cullen. Nessie is what most call me though,"
"That is not funny. Seriously what is your name?"
"I am being serious. That's my name. It's unusual and extremely long but it's my name,"
"But that would mean that you are-"
"Related to you somehow?" I finished Carlisle's sentence for him. "I suppose it does. Isabella Marie Swan-Cullen is my mom. Does that name ring any bells?"
Carlisle looked at me and then Edward several times. "That's impossible," I heard him mutter. I couldn't get a good read on Edward. His look remained unchanged. Nor did he say anything.
"What's impossible?" I asked.
"That you are a Cullen. We are the only family in the world with that last name and we can't have-the only way to get our last name is to marry into the family,"
Okay I might be young and naive but I was pretty darn sure there were two ways to get a last name. Marry into a family as Carlisle said or to be born into a family. That was mine and my brother's cases.
"I brought my birth certificate as proof. But if you need more proof why don't you take a sample of my blood and do one of those paternity test things?"
"Actually I think that's a good idea Nessie. If you don't mind I would like to do that right now,"
I nodded my head. A few minutes later he came back with a needle and vial to fill my blood with. The smell of the blood almost made me drool. Almost. I resieted the sudden temptation to grab the vial from him and drink the blood. Just to finally see what blood tastes like. It probably tasted as good as it smelled.
"All done," Carlisle spoke. "I'll be back soon. In the mean time you should rest," when he left it was just Edward and I.
"Okay," I said in annoyance. "Are you going to ever say something to me or are you just going to keep staring at me all creepy like?"
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