One thought resonated in my mind. Over and over, this one word pounding like a hammer, demanding every ounce of my attention. My body yearned for it. The need seemingly increasing with every passing second. Every part of me screamed for it, as if I would cease to exist if I went unfulfilled.
I want.
The desire stifled all reasonable thought. The craving had conquered me, enslaving me. There was no denying it. I was a prisoner to what I had become.
My eyes shot open. I saw him then, looming over me, his concern apparent.
"Bella?" Edward's hand reached towards my face to brush away the hair that had fallen in my eyes.
I turned my head towards him with preternatural speed and uttered a single syllable.
"Blood."
A/N: This is short, I know, but to me, this is a rightful ending to this piece. I had said that this story was only going to be a couple of chapters long because I really only intended to write the transformation. I'm open to hearing what you all think about if I should take it any further. And thank you thank you for all of the wonderful reviews.
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