It is strange how ones outlook on life can change completely in an instant. That there can be a moment in your life when you can sit up and think, wait this isn't right, this isn't real, and see the world in a different way.
This seemed to be happening to me more and more frequently, after returning from the outside world, the small enclosed space of the institute was dusty and the thick concrete walls seemed to close in on me, trapping me. The floor was rough and dirty compared to the soft lush grass, dripping with the night's dew. Even the company was far worse, coming into close contact with Edward who was more than I could ever hope to be, made everyone else seem hideously ugly, inadequate.
There was a nagging feeling at the back of my mind, I had never seen what I actually looked like. There was after all little need for vanity in a place like this. But the grubby faces of the people I once called my friends made me ashamed and I longed to see my reflection, to find out where belonged, if I was one of them, dirty and weak, or an immortal.
My time was drawing closer I could feel it. The soft whisper of the wind called to me, as did the thick dusty air. I knew my time was coming, but that did not mean I had had power to stop destiny. Every moment felt desperate, and the seconds ticked by far too quickly for my liking
I hid myself behind a cold exterior, because although I tried to avoid my true feelings I was so very afraid. I was after all only human. The prince had given me three days, why? I didn't know, nor did they hold any significance for me. But I was grateful; they would give me more time to spend with Edward as myself, even if I was weak.
At first my peers seemed to hold only indifference for me, although they spoke less, it seemed as if they didn't care that I would soon become a vampire. Maybe they were even a little afraid of what I would soon be. It is only now I realise how jealous they must have been, how curious about me and my night time jaunts, if they had even noticed my temporary disappearance.
Two humans had recently been moved there from another farm, as it is customary to rotate humans creating maximum exposure to vampires. Victoria and James. They had a wild air about them and seemed overly protective of each other. Stealing glances deep into the others eyes when they thought no-one was looking.
I felt for them I truly did, forming partnerships in which one person can die at any moment would never be a wise choice. I thought at first they were a little reclusive sitting in corners, when we were permitted a break from walking, and whispering to themselves. But then it began to change, the differences were barely perceivable at first though.
Soon there was small group of them whispering together, but they seemed content and no threat so I let them be. There was little opportunity to talk that day so I didn't register my friends turn against me.
It was the small things that made me care. There was no-one would help when I stumbled, the sly glances, the secrets. But what seemed most important at the time was the way Victoria, with her long flaming hair, and James with his piecing eyes were turning my friends against me.
It may seem unimportant to you, that I was losing friends I would only have for three more days anyway, but when they are almost all you have it seems to mean the world. Depressed that no-one was talking to me, I retreated further into my shell, waiting for my prince to save me. Now I realise that it probably only served to separate me further from the group.
Victoria was assigned the cot next to me, so at night time when she clambered into bed beside me, I observed her quietly. Her movements were graceful, but she seemed somehow unsure of herself. Then she caught me looking, her dark eyes cutting into me. But before she pulled the covers over her head I thought I saw a flash of pity in her eyes. It made me wonder how involved she truly was, and what was waiting for me round the next corner.
There was a puddle on the floor next to my bed, that came to my attention though I was tossing and turning because of the steady drip coming from the ceiling, plink, plink, plink.
I leaned over it and saw a mess of chocolate hair, and creamy skin streaked with dirt. Shocked I pulled myself back into bed and froze.
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