Chapter 14: Blood

Nessie's POV

"and how exactly did you get this wound?" Carlisle asked me for the third time already as he inspected my cut.

"I fell," I answered for the third time. My lie seemed flawless enough yet my grandfather kept asking me as if he could somehow sense that I was not telling the truth.

"Jacob said that he found you asleep in your car this morning. Why do I get the feeling that there is something that you are not telling me?"

"I am telling the truth. I'm a very clumsy person. I'm surprised I have gone this long without sustaining even more injuries," It was not exactly a lie. I am a very clumsy person. It's nothing short of a miracle that I have gone so long without hurting myself. Especially since I am a baseball player.

"Okay than answer this question for me. Why didn't you go get medical help right after you fell?" he asked with heavy emphasis on the word 'fell'.

"Because I hate needles. Seeing needles makes me anxious. I thought I could take care of the problem on my own. I mean it was just a cut. No big deal, right?"

"Just a cut she says," Carlisle shook his head in disapproval. "If you would've come straight to as soon as you fell I would've disinfected your wound and stitched you up properly thus preventing an infection from happening in the first place," Carlisle lectured furiously as he poured something over my cut causing it to sting so badly that I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming,"

"How bad is it?" I asked.

"It is pretty badly infected but it should clear up soon now that I am going to properly close your wound and give you some antibiotics,"

I tried to fight the sudden bout of nausea I felt at the very thought of being stitched up. I closed my eyes and felt him poke my arm with something. Must've been a shot because a few minutes later I felt the pain begin to lessen a bit. I tried to think of something else. Anything else to keep my mind of what he was doing. My mind however wandered down a less pleasant path. The dreams that I had been having. I couldn't erase the faces of my parent's from my dream as they spent an enormous amount of money purchasing me. Buying me as if I were a piece of item at a clothing store.

It was just a nightmare though. Or was it? Could it be some long lost deeply buried memory trying to resurface in my brain again? Why now? Why after so many years? What could have happened to set off all of these sudden memories invading my mind again? If that's really what it was. I still wasn't one hundred percent convinced that it was more than just a horrible nightmare. A nightmare that felt all too real.

"Nessie you're being awfully quiet are you feeling okay? Are you in pain? Do you need more medicine?" Carlisle's concern for my wellbeing touched me.

"No I'm okay. Just thinking that's all,"

"About what?"

"Grandpa is it possible for a memory to resurface in the form of a dream?"

"Why do you ask that?" he asked.

"I don't know. Maybe I'm just crazy,"

"Renesmee what is going on?"

"Well, I think-" I sighed. "I've been having some strange dreams lately and I don't know. I've been dreaming about the day that I was kidnapped and everything that happened afterwards. But I don't know if it is real or not. The dreams, they seem really strange to me,"

"Strange? How so?"

"In my dream I'm taken to this room where there are all these other kids around my age. There's a little boy there named Liam that says he's like me whatever that means," I felt Carlisle freeze for a minute before he continued working on me. "There's a man there with red eyes and pale skin like yours. He wants to sell us at an auction. He does something to Liam and I. Changes us somehow but I don't know. Maybe this is all just some crazy dream my brain cooked up and doesn't mean anything,"

My grandfather didn't say anything for a long time as he stitched me up. Maybe I was just crazy and my babbling about my freaky dreams didn't make any sense to him at all. Hell they didn't make any sense to me either.

"Nessie are you absolutely sure that's what happened in your dream?" he suddenly asked.

"I'm sure that's what happened in my dream. I am just not sure that any of it is actually real,"

He dropped his tools onto a nearby tray when he was done. He inspected my wound one more time. I thought he was done until he took my hand into his.

"Nessie do you think you would be able to replay your dreams in your mind?"

"I probably could. I remember them with astonishing detail." I explained.

"Good. Because I am going to want you to replay the dreams through your mind exactly as they played out,"

"Uhh sure?" That was an odd request for sure. I complied anyway. I closed my eyes to block everything out. I felt Carlisle lift my hand place it against his cheek. It didn't take long for me to recall everything exactly as it happened. I relived every moment. The kidnapping, the room, all the other little boys and girls, Liam, the men that did the kidnapping, the man with the red eyes, when he transformed us from whatever we were into humans, when we were taken to the secret place and sold. Where I watched all the other kids being sold. When a lot of little girls were sold to the same man. Where I was sold to my adoptive parents. Where Liam was sold to another family. I remembered it all in horrifying astonishing detail.

I opened my eyes when I came to the end of the dream. Carlisle didn't say anything as he got up and left in stunned silence. I didn't know what to do so I just stayed there. All of a sudden I smelled something. Something good. Something delicious. The aroma was so strong that I was surprised I hadn't noticed it before. My throat burned when I inhaled the smell. I got up to go investigate where the sudden strong smell was coming from.

I followed the scent into another room. A storage room for all of my grandfather's medical supplies but that's not what caught my attention. No. It was all of the blood bags that he had stored there. I instinctively knew that was where the smell was coming from. Instead of being thoroughly repulsed though I craved it. My throat burned with a stronger intensity as I imagined the feeling of the blood in the throat. How the blood would taste as it saturated my taste buds. I wanted it. No. I needed it!

I didn't even think about what I was doing as I grabbed one and ripped it open. The taste was even better than I could have imagined. It was the most delicious thing that I had ever tasted in my life. It soothed the burning pain in my throat. As soon as I was finished with one I ripped open another one and drank the entire thing. I was about to open another one when I heard Carlisle call my name. I came to my senses immediately and disposed of the evidence immediately. When I really thought about the fact that I had just drank blood I was instantly horrified. Was I mentally ill or something? How the hell could I just drink blood like that? More importantly why did it taste so damn good to me?!

I grabbed my mirror from my bag to check that there was no evidence on my face of what I had just done. Nothing. Good. There was so many blood bags in here that my grandfather probably wouldn't even notice that two were missing and he would not question it. I got out of there as fast as I could before he could go looking for me.

"There are you Nessie. I was wondering where you had gotten to. Jacob is going to take you home so you can rest. Is that alright with you?"

"Yeah that's fine," I answered is there was nothing wrong.

"Good. Here is your medicine. I am going to call to check on you in a few hours, okay?"

I nodded. I just wanted to get as far away from that blood as I possibly could. With that I was on my way home with Jacob.

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