The air was thick and heavy. I could feel my lungs filling up with an invisible thick cloud. The world was blanketed in darkness. I was being suffocated from the inside out. I pleaded for air but the only sounds were a gasp a gurgle, a choke. My mouth was affronted with the metallic taste of blood. Blood the mere thought sent a primal hunger through me. Blood a ravenous call breaks through my parched throat. Blood the word echoes through my being like a desert in a rain storm. I can even hear the hiss of satisfaction as the liquid hits the parched ground. Blood. My future calls. Blood…
"Hazel, What are you doing?"
I start. A shockwave goes up my body.
"Blood?" I say with a question in my voice.
My mother rolls her burgundy eyes.
"It is supper time. I have been calling you for awhile. Where did you get that black coat from?"
I look down at the aforementioned cloak that seems to be made out of black wool. I shrug, not really sure, where I got it.
"What are we having?" I ask.
"Whatever I made…"
"Sausages then," I say with a bored voice.
"Sausages," my mother says with a smirk.
"Right, sausages are just as boring as this town," I grumble.
"Your eyes are red," my mother says.
I look at myself in the ebony hallway mirror and I can see that my mother is right. My eyes are as red as the sun's light.
I look at are ebony table with white china plates and a serving of blood sausage. My stomach grumbles and the doorbell rings. The Cullens have arrived.