Author's note: Come on people. Does it really take that much time, to write a review? I was added to a bunch of people's Story Alerts and Favorite Authors lists (THANK YOU! YOU GUYS RULE! I actually got in to a huge fight with my older brother so I could use the computer to check my reviews; you guys make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!!) but if you really liked my story, it would mean so much if you could review, and tell me what you liked? Didn't like? What I could make better? Suggestions for the goes-ons in my story? PLEASE?!?!? And this is weird, but if you could flame me, that would be good too. They offer lots of help in an author's writing. So, FLAME ON!! (Thanks to the person I asked to read my story and give me constructive criticism, I can't remember your name right now, but if I do, you'll be getting a shout out!!) ….If you all are wondering about the super-de-duper long AN i it's because I have no internet access at this point in time….. XD without further ado, here's chapter 3!!
There, standing in the doorway, was a human, full of blood…and I wanted it. No matter the price, I wanted it. I was so thirsty… this was an uncontrollable need, and there was nothing that I could do to stop myself…. Except for the fact that I was being detained by Edward, Jasper, and, of course, Emmett. I didn't care. I needed it, the blood. I struggled, but it was useless. I fought against them, and bit, and kicked, and screamed, and growled in the fiercest way I could. It made no difference. Soon, against my will, I was in Edward's room, and Alice's hand was covering my nose and mouth. "LET GO OF ME!!" I growled at Emmett, against Alice's hand, and thrashed against Edward's stony grip of my arms, and Jasper's grip of legs. Emmett was holding me down, or more like sitting on top of me. I decided the best way to get them off of me soon would be to pretend that I couldn't smell that smell, that wonderful, horrible smell. They fell for it, and suddenly, Alice's hand was off of me, and Emmett got up, same with Jasper. Edward moved his grip, and in the split second in which he was going to move me, I was gone from the couch, speeding out of the room, and down the stairs. I was one foot from the back of my prize, my prey, my – friend's sister? I stopped dead in my vampire tracks, staring at Rachel, Jacob's older sister, the one I used to hang out with when Billy and Charlie went on fishing trips together. She was talking to Carlisle, facing away from me, and Carlisle's eyes were wide with shock at my sudden appearance. I fell to the ground, attempting to control the pure needI dug my super sharp vampire fingernails in to the Cullen's soft carpet, screaming out as I did so, and then Emmett was there again, grabbing me, carrying me up the stairs, but I didn't see, hear or smell anything else after my escape and near murder of Rachel, because I had clamped my eyes shut, put my hands over my ears, and held my breath. My brain had finally kicked in, and the good side of my brain didn't want to be a monster, didn't want to hurt Jacob, and didn't want to upset Edward.
A few minutes later, I heard, through my hands, the sound of a car starting up and driving quickly away. Every one released me, and I started breathing again, no longer tempted except for a tiny part of my mind that wanted to follow her, but I quickly threw that from my mind. Deep, painful sobs shook my entire body.