Chapter 3: Waking Up
About three days later.
The burning started to fade from my fingertips and toes. Fading slowly, but at least it was doing something new. This had to be it. The pain was on its way out… and then the bad news. The fire in my throat wasn't the same as before. I wasn't only on fire, but now I was parched, too. Dry as bone. So thirsty. Burning fire and burning thirst… also bad news: the fire inside my heart got hotter. How was that possible? My heartbeat, already too fast, picked up--the fire drove its rhythm to a new frantic pace. The fire retreated from my palms, leaving them blissfully pain-free and cool. But it retreated to my heart, which blazed hot as the sun and beat at a furious new speed. My wrists were free, though and my ankles. The fire was totally extinguished there. And then the fire ripped hotter still through my chest, draining in from my elbows and knees. My heart took off, beating like helicopter blades, the sound almost a single sustained note; it felt like it would grind through my ribs. The fire flared up in the centre of my chest, sucking the last remnants of the flames from the rest of my body to fuel the most scorching blaze yet. It became a battle inside me—my sprinting heart racing against the attacking fire. Both were losing. The fire was doomed, having consumed everything that was combustible; my heart galloped towards its last beat. My heart stuttered twice, and then thudded quietly again just once more. There was no sound. No breathing. Not even mine. For a moment, the absence of pain was all I could comprehend. And then I opened my eyes and gazed above me in wonder. I could see everything in perfect clarity. Then I saw Riley his perfect pale skin had a faint glow to it. And his teeth shone with a rainbow; Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet and an eighth colour that I had no name for. His eyes were a deep burgundy colour with long lashes, his face was so perfect. I heard a noise, a heartbeat? Immediately my throat ripped into flames and I leapt up. Baring my teeth at Riley's vicious expression. A low growl ripped from between my teeth. "Ella." Riley's voice sounded even more perfect now. "Ella you're a vampire." And I believed him I could feel my strength, the burn in my throat and that heartbeat. Where was it?
Authors Note:
You might notice that I have used quite a bit of Stephenie Meyers writing all rights for the long paragraph in italics is quoting from Stephenie Meyer I don't own any of that but I just really wanted to use it. Please forgive me