[Disclaimer] Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. I just like to mess around with her characters and turn them into lesbians.
[A/N] Today's update is dedicated to my reader poisonart18
21
The fire was unendurable. It burned through my skin. I could feel it lick over every crevice of my skin. My insides were being turned into glowing embers. Soon there would nothing be left of me than dusty ashes.
Dying was nothing like I had imagined it to be like. It was worse. It was worse than any vision of my death I could have had. It was torture. My body was being burned from the inside out. Flames of invisible fire turned all of me into coal.
How much longer? Why was it taking so long to die? I had feared death but now I was determined to embrace it fervently. Death would be peaceful. My pain and misery would end. If only it would come soon. If only I could see how much longer this agonizing fire was going to torture me.
I could hear the pounding of my heartbeat, and the longer I lie there and was being burned alive, the louder my heart seemed to beat. It protested. The more I wished for death to finally consume me fully, the harder my heart thundered. It was strong. It was going to fight for my life, no matter how unbearable the pain was.
"Soon."
I could hear the voice as if someone was speaking through a closed door. "Soon, it will be over, Alice."
All I could feel was the pain. Every part of me was hurting. Behind my shut eyelids, I could see flames dancing in front of me. Slowly, those flames became clearer and for the first time ever, I saw clearly.
The vision wasn't just a hectic picture sequence that was making me feel scared and confused. It was fast. But for some reason, I couldn't understand, my mind had no difficulties keeping up with it. In my head, I could see a clear picture. I could see myself in a mirror, Isabella standing behind me with her hands on my hips. My eyes opened, and I could see they weren't blue any longer.
The iris was now of a bright scarlet color. My eyelashes seemed longer and thicker. I could see how my skin was a perfect porcelain shade. I could feel Isabella's lips against my neck and then I could hear her whisper. "You need to hunt. Let me take you."
My heartbeat increased. It throbbed. It hammered, and finally it had given everything that was in it and slowed down. There was a last, desperate pulse inside my chest and then, there was nothing but silence inside my body. It was quiet and peaceful. The fire was gone. I was dead. Only that I wasn't. When I took the next breath it felt odd. Like my body suddenly didn't need the oxygen anymore.
I opened my eyes and my mouth fell open.
There was light. Not just light, but thousands of different colored shades of it. I could see prisms of rainbows in tiny dust flakes above my head. I could smell the cotton material of the sheets underneath me. I could get a whiff of the citrusy wood polish the floor in the room had been cleaned with. When I inhaled again, I could almost taste the different aromas on my tongue. My throat was dry. It was like all the flames that had burned their way through my bones, were now all concentrated in my throat.
The view in front of me blurred. I could see myself kneeling in front of a deer. My mouth was pressed against the dying animal's throat. I could taste the bitter blood and in my vision, it soothed the fire. Blood would end the pain.
"Alice?"
I sat up straight in the bed and turned my head. There she was. My Isabella was still with me. Only that she didn't look as I remembered. Her maroon hair had countless shades of gold, copper and chestnut. I could see every tiny one of her silken eyelashes. I could see a pearly shimmering scar on her cheek that was shaped like a row of teeth. Her smell was intoxicating. It was way more intense than I remembered it.
I reached out my hand to her. She let out a gasping sound when my fingers closed around her hand.
"Careful." Isabella whispered. "You are way stronger than me now."
The fire inside of my throat was getting worse. It was so very painful. I needed to hunt. Afterwards, I would feel much better.
"You must be very scared." She told me. "Please trust me. I will explain things to you."
I spoke up. The sound of my voice was different. It had the slight chirring of a bird in it now. Everything seemed different now. It was like not only myself, but the whole world around me had magically changed.
"Isabella, why are my eyes red?" I asked her. It was the first thing that came to my mind. Isabella's own eyes were a light amber shade that could tint into an almost black. My irises were a glowing red.
"How?" she seemed confused now. "How do you know the color of your eyes? I haven't shown your new self to you."
I shook my head. I gasped. Still waiting for the air to have any effect on my lungs, I took several deep breaths. I didn't feel any difference. I held my breath but that was awkward. Oxygen was useless for my body now, but I still loved its smell in my nose.
"Alice? Don't be afraid okay?"
Isabella seemed tensed. It was as if she was waiting for me to freak out any second. I know I wouldn't. For the first time in my life, I felt at peace. I had no idea what had become of me. I was me though. It felt like I have always been created for this existence and it alone.