CHAPTER THREE
TRANSFORMATION
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, AW, TOO BAD FOR ME, BUT I GUESS STEPHENIE MEYER DID A GOOD JOB.
The pain continued to rush through my veins like a wildfire. The noise of the fighting around me was just a blur of sounds in my mind. The agony of the fire spreading through my body was driving me to the brink of insanity. I had never experienced pain like it before.
Suddenly, as if a switch had been thrown, the clamor surrounding me died away. I didn't really care what happened to any of them. I just wanted the pain to end, for my suffering to end.
"Jacob!" A voice yelled right next to my head. "Stay. There's no point in chasing after them. If they come back, we can track them."
I heard a deep growling nearby.
"Now," the man continued. "We need to decide what to do with Bella."
"We can't just leave her here." Another voice spoke up, this one sounding younger and scared. "She'll attack somebody when she's done transforming."
"There's nothing else we can do, Jake. I rather take the chance of leaving her here than taking her back to the Reservation."
"But, Sam," the boy, Jacob spoke again, pleading. "What if com"
"Jacob," Sam said sharply, "I know your fears, but there's just nothing we can do."
I whimpered as an especially sharp pain shot through my thighs. The pain seems to be gradually moving from the bottom of my feet to the rest of my body. It made the pain more intense, more agonizing.
"We better go," said another new voice. "The venom is getting close to her heart. Soon, she'll be one of them."
"Jared's right," Sam agreed. "We better be heading out."
I heard the rustling and shuffling as the boys backed away. I opened my eyes just to see six abnormally large teenagers staring at me from the edge of the trees. They looked weary and some of them even looked sad.
When they saw me looking, most of them turned around and disappeared into the gloomy darkness of the trees. Except for one. He seemed oddly familiar to me for some reason. His jet black hair and bright black eyes. Those eyes were full of sadness and pity. The face was childish and somehow beautiful looking.
He looked to be sixteen, but he was so tall and his bare chest was rippling with muscles that it made him looked older. His babyish like face contrasted differently with his grown man appearance. And yet, he was still beautiful to my pain filled eyes.
After giving me a long, mournful look, he also turned around and disappeared into the trees.
I laid there, drifting in and out of the world around me. All I could feel was the terrible fire spreading through my body. It might have been hours or days even when I saw the light of the sun peaking through the leaves. It did not bring me consolation, however. The sun rising just meant that I had just endured one whole night of torture.
I didn't know how much longer of this agony I have to face. I didn't even know if the pain would ever end. Maybe, I was in hell. But I thought hell was supposed to be all red and fiery. My fiery pain could be considered as hell, though.
The day went on with me laying there in a pitiful state, moaning and whimpering occasionally when the pain got too fierce. I tried not to concentrate too much on the fire and it sort of helped.
It wasn't until the third day, I think, that the pain got to an excruciating point. The fire finally reached my heart with a powerful burst of agony. I let out an ear splitting scream as the pain consumed my body.
I writhed and shrieked in agony as the torturous fire burned my heart. I hugged my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around myself, trying desperately to will the pain to go away.
The pain was excruciating and sweat streamed down my face in rivulets. My body wracked with sobs as the fire continued to destroy me. I felt the hot tears streaked down my face. I was sure that sooner or later, the pain would be too much for me.
Suddenly, an explosion of pain burst into flames in my head. The excruciation of the attack of my heart was nothing compared to this. A cloud of white light appeared in front of my eyes. I clutched my head and rocked myself back and forth, screaming in horror of the agony.
I felt the fire swirling inside my brain, literally frying my cells. I couldn't tell what was what anymore. The pain had consumed my entire being.
The pain gradually reseeded as the sky darkened. It was so slight at first that I didn't even notice that it was subsiding. There were sharp bursts of pain in certain areas before the pain stopped completely.
I just stayed on the ground for another long moment. I wasn't sure if I moved to quickly, the pain might come back. The memory of it made me shudder.
Finally, I sat up gingerly, trying to see if I had any lasting wounds. Wounds. Something flickered in the back of my mind. I remembered three people and a woman biting my neck.
I reached up and touched the side of my throat, expecting to feel a deep wound. But there was nothing. There was not even any twinge of pain as I felt it. There was not even a scar. What was going on?
I stood up, still cautiously to work out all the kinks in my body. I expected at least some protesting muscles, but I stood up fluidly. I could even consider it graceful, but that couldn't be, I usually just fall flat on my face.
I looked around me, noticing for the first time where I was. I was in an open clearing with trees around it. I didn't know where I was, but I felt like I had been here before. I still don't know where I was, though.
Suddenly, a delicious odor wafted through the woods to my nose. My throat burst into flames and I was suddenly so thirsty. My throat throbbed with the dryness of it.
I hurried forward in the direction of the scent. Through the trees, there was a little trail leading away from the clearing. I followed it, glad and amazed that I hadn't tripped over any of the routes yet. But my feet seem to glide smoothly over the leaves.
I kept following the delicious smell. From the information that my brain was picking up, the trail was about three days old. The smell was like freesia or lavender. It was really mouthwatering.
Suddenly, I hit a patch of area where the smell turned fearful and panicked. I stopped, sniffing intently. Whoever had been here was afraid when she was here. My sharp eyes turned to a trail that seemed to lead out of the woods.
I stepped up my pace. The scent seemed to be getting stronger by every step I take. My throat was really killing me now. It burned like flames in the back of my throat and it scratched irritably at my tongue. I really need water soon, or I'm going to kill somebody.
As the trail got larger and larger, I could see the fading sunlight of twilight. My heart sped up with excitement. Finally, I was going to get out of these woods, and maybe, find some water.
I abruptly stepped out onto a small backyard of a house. I could see the house about thirty feet away. It was a small little place which looked old but quite nice. I had never seen it before, but a memory tugged persistently at the back of my mind. I couldn't remember what it was though.
I stepped tentatively out of the forest. My animal instincts were kicking in and I was wary. What if the place was dangerous?
The sun was setting behind the trees and clouds were obscuring it from the house. It casted long shadows on the lawn that seemed to stretch into the darkness. I was kind of creeped out by it. I was never good with shadows.
I glided across the yard, silently. I really wanted to find some water and I knew that I couldn't make a bad impression on the inhabitants of the house.
I hurried around the side of the side of the house to a window. I looked in the window and saw a warm and inviting looking kitchen. It was neat and tidy and a light was in the living room. No one was on the couch or anything.
I walked around to the back to another window to look inside the kitchen. A man was slumped over the side of the table. I couldn't see his face clearly, but he looked distressed and panicked. He seemed very familiar to me.
Abruptly, he stared straight up and looked into my face. An expression of joy swept across his haggard features. But it changed quickly to shock and fear.
At the same time, a delicious odor wafted from him. It was even more fragrant than the freesia trail. The thirst that has been burning my throat became unbearable and before I knew what I was doing, I dove head first through the window. I would do anything to quench that fire and taste that heavenly drink. …
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