AN: urgh, sorry for not updating in a bit. I was very busy. This one's ubershort, but it's all I had time for (and sorry for any sp errors) Thanks for all the great reviews! And no, Bella will probably not be coming in to this. I'm no Alphie.
Several things happened in rapid succession then. The ball rolled off my fingertips, flew through the air. Mike ducked under it, tilting his head back. Not quite ready, too far back. A sickening crunch.
Mike swearing.
Blood everywhere.
I froze.
A surge of venom rushed to my mouth, my eyes black as pitch. I could feel a growl rising in my throat. I took a step forward, then back. I couldn't. Couldn't. Couldn't taste those smooth, rich, luscious red puddles, drips of sweet scarlet.
Shouting.
"Mike! Mike!"
"Oh God…Oh God, oh God, oh God!
"Is he..? Mike, can you here me?
Puddles of heaven. Open, exposed. Warm rivers of red. Drinking from such elixir, feeling it trickle down my throat, taking more and more, then turning to him, pressing my lips to him skin, nipping down.
"Out of the way! Mike? Mike it's Mr. Kennedy! Are you alright? No, of course your not! Someone, please take him to the office! Is it just his nose? Or…?
"Mike, talk to us!"
"What happened? Mike, Mike!"
Sucking out the liquid, thick and hot. The blood of humans, the juice of life. So fresh and fine, steamy, rolling across my tongue. Giving me power and quenched thrist. Parched, for so long…
"Oh, Mike! Oh gosh…"
"He's getting up!"
"No, excuse me, I'll take him!"
Somewhere far off, a whistle blew. "No, his partner will take him to the office. Edward, please help clean Mike up…"
I stiffened. And then rushed.
AN: Hey, no flames for the end. YES, I know Edward stays in Forks. So don't worry you'll see in the next chappie.