Chapter 8: Blood Drive

Renesmee's POV

My parents remained with me until I fell asleep. It felt nice to have them so close to me. I welcomed it because I had missed their love and attention so much for the past twelve years. I know that my human family are the people who have taken care of me and loved me for most of my life and vice versa, but there was always a part of me that missed my vampire family.

When I woke up the next morning they were gone.

My mom came and pounded on the door. "Vanessa, it's time to get up. If you don't leave soon you're going to miss the blood drive" she said.

Holy crap! What am I going to do?! I can't go to the blood drive anymore, Carlisle would be so upset if I went against his wishes and donated.

Then my mom decided to open the door. "Nessie, did you hear what I said?" she asked.

"Yes mom, but I can't go today" I said way too fast. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because, I, um I uh, I'm deathly afraid of needles!" I said way too fast. Deathly afraid of needles? Seriously? That's what I'm going with?! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I shouted to myself mentally.

"Deathly afraid of needles?" she asked slowly.

"Yes" I said sounding stupid even to myself.

"Nice try Vanessa Wolfe. I know you are tired and lazy but you are going. Next time at least try to come up with a better excuse" she said before leaving.

I hated when she used my full name. That's always a sign that she meant business. Can't she just use my first name or my nickname?

Deathly afraid of needles? I still couldn't believe that I had said that. Maybe now is the time to invest in acting lessons if I'm going to be leading this double life.

What was I going to do now? How was I going to get out of donating blood? Maybe I could just pretend that I went to the event. That's probably the best idea.

I kept thinking of possible ways that I could pull off this plan as I ate my breakfast.

"I'm going to drive you two down there myself. I have to be there when it starts to make sure that everything is running smoothly" mom announced to David and I. Oh great! There goes plan b.

"Um okay" my brother and I said.

"What time are we leaving?" I asked.

My mom looked at her watching before saying "right now"

This is just great! What am I going to do? I was more stressed than I had ever been in my whole life.

Then another idea hit me. I could just send my dad a text telling him about the situation.

Once we were in the car I sent the text

Hi dad. I'm going to the blood drive. I couldn't get out of it. I don't know what to do now. Please help!

I hit send. Only to get a reply a few seconds later.

Nessie, it's urgent that you do not donate! Lie. Do whatever you have to do.

Then I replied.

I already tried lying. Let's just say that my acting skills lack something to be desired. The ability to actually act. I can't escape, my mom is forcing me to go with her.

A few seconds later I got another response.

No acting skills? Like mother like daughter I guess. We'll think of something than.

Like mother like daughter? What did he mean by that? I guess that just means that my mom doesn't have good acting skills either.

We got to the hospital rather quickly. My anxiety went up several notches when I saw all of the donation centers already set up and operating. Can't the Cullens hurry up and get here and do something?!

Luckily I still had time. I had papers fill to fill out and then I had to wait my turn. This will buy some time.

I sat right next to one of the donation areas as I waited because there was not a lot of other places to wait.

I was listening to music on my phone when suddenly a sweet scent hit my nose. It was the sweetest thing that I had ever smelt in my life. I got up and went looking for the source of the scent. I froze when I finally realized where the scent was coming from. It was coming from the blood.

This couldn't be happening! No this could not be happening! I've been around blood numerous times in my life and this has never happened before.

"Vanessa Wolfe" one of the nurses called. I robotically went over to the station . My mind was focusing on one thing and one thing only; the blood.

"How're you feeling today?" she asked.

"Fine" I answered, which was a big mistake because suddenly my throat erupted in flames.

She inserted the needle and started the procedure while absentmindedly stared somewhere else.

My eyes snapped to the person in front of me who was also donating blood. I stared at the blood that was slowly dripping out of his body into the bag. The blood was the only thing that consumed my thoughts at that moment. It was my obsession or my fixation. It seemed the blood was starting to smell sweeter and sweeter as more and more came out. The sweeter it smelled the more my throat seemed to burn and the more I longed for it. I longed to see what it tasted like. I wanted to know how it would feel as it passed my lips and slid down my throat. I had to have some.

No! This isn't right! I can't drink blood! I'm not that type of person! I just can't! I shook my head as if that action would rid my mind of these thoughts.

Then I caught another whiff of the blood and suddenly it was all I could think about again. Surely just a little sip wouldn't hurt anyone? Right? As I long as I stuck with the blood bags what's the worst that could happen? I wasn't actually hurting anyone.

No! I shouted to myself again. I can't do it, I would be hurting someone because there was someone else that would need this blood much more than I do.

This internal battle raged inside my mind. The logical part of my mind told me to drink the blood but the moral side of me wouldn't allow it. It was like the battle of the angel and the devil that you see on people's shoulders on TV sometimes.

As the procedure finished I got up and walked away. I made my way towards the exit when the door burst open and a gust of wind blew in. Suddenly the scent was everywhere and the logical part of my mind completely took over.

I was going to have that blood! With the help of my nose I found out where all of the blood was being stored. The monster inside me raged when I saw all of the blood.

I was halfway through my third bag when the door opened. I instinctively wanted to protect my food so I growled as I spun around only to be met with three pairs of golden eyes. My parents and Carlisle stood calmly in front of me.

I froze like a dear in headlights as the bag slid from my mouth. I slowly came back to reality and the only thing that I could think was 'What the hell have I done?'

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