I am more hyper than Alice when she has a chance to go shopping. I'm wicked, wicked elated with all the reviews I got. 'You like it, you really like it' brunette-in-black sobs eyeliner running down her cheeks. Just kidding but thank you so much for your reviews it's what actually motivates me to write more since at 1 AM instead of staring at my ceiling while lying in bed hoping for sleep.
So, there is a Hell
Ella POV
It was worse than I thought. Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie both were dragging my unwilling feet from boutique to boutique. I can keep pace with them but since I really didn't want to do this I dragged my feet the whole time. And just like them they forgot about my need to eat. They really didn't have to worry about that type of thing since my mom was human.
After going to the twentieth shop we found a one-of-a-kind short black strapless silk dress with vintage black lace over it straight from France. I had just the accessories and shoes to make this look perfect for semi formal. It was ten when we were on our way back from L.A. and we got home ten minutes before midnight.
I didn't voice my complaints of how hungry I am when I was walking to the house from the garage with a pounding headache because I didn't eat breakfast or lunch I was kind of counting on having dinner to refuel but that didn't come. The pain in my head got increasingly worse with every step I take. My breathing became labored and then everything went black.
"Ella," my dad whispered brushing my curly bangs away from my eyes. My lids fluttered and finally drew back. I was lying on the cream sofa in the living room with my dad kneeling in front of me with a worried expression and my mom looking at me with panic in her eyes.
"Did you forget to do something today?" He asked raising an eyebrow. My eyes wondered away from him and saw that the whole family is here, well this is embarrassing. Then I looked my dad back into his topaz eyes and put my hand to my head that was still throbbing. "Well…I kind of…skipped a meal or three." I said with a sheepish smile. "I'm really tired right now I just need to sleep." I said my trying to sit up but the movement made my head feel like it was splitting. My dad lightly pushed me down.
I rolled my eyes and scowled. Carlisle walked up behind the couch, "When was the last time you had any red meat, Ella?" He asked and I laughed. Everyone looked at me like I was completely crazy so I calmed myself to answer the question, "I'm a vegetarian, obviously no one's noticed," I said looking at the faces around the room, "I find my family kills enough animals. Obviously I wouldn't be killing an animal but still I would be eating it and I won't support the killing of innocent animals." I said. My dad smiled and rolled his eyes and I think I heard a few muffled laughs. Even Carlisle cracked a smile.
"Ella, this is quite serious, you can't continue being a vegetarian. Are the poor innocent animals' lives more valuable than your own?" My dad said and I was seriously listening now. My eyebrows furrowed and my mother gave my father a look that said, 'tell her, but tell her gently'.
"What are you talking about?" I asked so confused. He looked into my eyes, "Ella, since you're half vampire --" I couldn't resist interrupting since he was stating the obvious, "I am? Wow…that is so shocking!" I said with fake surprise in my voice, my dad didn't find it funny. He just looked extremely agitated and continued, "you're vampire cells were twined with the human ones and if you deprive your human half for long enough the vampire venom will be released and start the change. The main component that you're lacking is iron from your lack of meat." I pressed my lips together letting it sink in for a moment, "there's also something else when reach a point where you're the happiest you've ever been the venom could also be released." That was like putting a huge weight on my shoulders.
I jumped up from the couch fast glaring at my father, "What?!" I screamed, "Are you freaking kidding me? I don't want to be a freaking vampire, I'd rather die." I ran up the stairs and then whispered, "I wish I would die." Knowing they all would hear me. So, this is what Hell must feel like? Forced into a life of bloodlust, since it was your destiny from birth and no one bothered to tell me until I was freaking seventeen years old! Yeah, that sound like Hell to me.