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Previously in Unbiased: Edward, can you hear his thoughts?
Edward's eyes look up at the sky, and then dart down towards the ground. Yes.
Fluffy the grizzly bear has near human intelligence, enough so that Edward can understand his thoughts and he can follow our conversation… how intriguing.
Chapter 11: Love and Sacrifice.
Fluffy takes to my new family like a duck to water. He sleeps in my room, crawling up onto the king sized bed and curling into a ball. He comes with us when we hunt, letting me carry him to wherever we feel like scouting for prey. As an omnivore, he eats meat as well as nearby vegetation. Whenever I finish draining an animal – which is fucking annoying as they taste like dirt – he lopes over and tears the meat off the carcass and munches on it with a satisfied look on his face. He follows me everywhere and even wrestles with Emmett, who seems to be coming around to Fluffy. The bear listens to our conversations intently and through Edward, supplies his own input. It's astounding to say the least. Carlisle, in particular, is flabbergasted as to why the bear is so intelligent. We have thrown ourselves into research.
It did not disappoint. During the time of Medieval Europe, a concept arose in relation to witchcraft. It is called a 'familiar'. A familiar was an animal who was a bridge from the mortal world and the spirit world. Familiars were supposed to be the allies of witches and helped them with their magic, as well as providing protection until the witch could grow into their powers. Familiars were known as guides, aids, allies, demons, or totems. Familiars were commonly thought to be small animals such as cats, ferrets, birds, etc. The population in the medieval era thought them to be malevolent spirits sent to do the devil's bidding when they worked with witches, but benevolent when working with 'cunning-folk'.
Fluffy could be a familiar, due to his immediate take to the supernatural world, his intelligence, and his obvious attachment to me. If the family was ever threatened, we would be warned beforehand by Fluffy and he would do his damndest to protect us. Even Christian, whom as of late was attempting to set up the story for his disappearance. He has decided to say he wanted to explore the world and that he has been offered a scholarship to do just that from a college who wants him to use his experience to write a thesis on the different cultures. It will be a type of sociology project, one that is a once in a lifetime opportunity that he cannot pass up. His parents, the school, and all of his friends seem to be accepting his story without question, Christian is a smart young man and everyone who knows him believes he will go far in life.
Today is the day though; Christian nearly faints from nerves and excitement, despite hearing seven different stories about the unbearable, intolerable pain of the transformation. Carlisle sets him up in his study with a morphine drip to try and numb some of the pain. I have to admit, I'm a tad jealous of the boy, who gets to have some level of comfort during his experience due to new age medicine. Carlisle quickly leaves his study, muttering something about a treaty, while I sit next to Christian who is sprawled on a couch, high on the morphine. It's a Friday afternoon, Christian's last day at the school, his last day human. Edward is off somewhere, probably stalking his new human play toy, Bella. I roll my eyes at the thought.
"Are you ready Christian?" I ask soothingly. He manages a slight nod, and then falls off to sleep. It is now or never I suppose. Leaning over him, I gently grasp his head and tilt it away from me, exposing his neck. I build up every ounce of willpower I've acquired over my three centuries and pray it is enough. I take the first bite, my teeth sliding into his skin like a knife through butter and hitting his artery. The taste is unbelievable. Warm and delicious, his blood runs over my tongue and I'm instantly craving – no, NEEDING- more. The taste of it fogs my brain and I can barely think through it. I feel like an addict, one who has been on the wagon for mere weeks and then taking my first hit again. Drugs, alcohol, they have nothing on this. I release with a snarl, darting from the room like a comet while shaking my head fiercely as if it will shake the memory of his blood from my mind. Shrieking feral growls and snarls, I run from the house and fly over the river like some crazed bat from hell. I pulverize every tree within a 100 yard radius, trying to control my thirst, trying to control myself enough so I can go back inside to bite Christian over and over again. Hoping to force as much venom into his system as possible in an attempt to quicken his transformation.
Once the unbearable longing and pain subside, I dart back into the house and up to the study where Christian is panting in short, quick gasps. I steel myself up again and brace for the agony, though I have no room to complain, Christian is suffering through worse. I know, I remember. I grab his left arm and sink my teeth into the crease of his elbow, forcing more venom into his blood stream. The longing and pain is almost as bad as the first time. My throat feels like acid is pouring down it and Christian's blood is the only promise it has of ending the pain. I know though, if I take even a single full gulp of Christian's blood, I will not be able to stop until he dies. The sharp pain that thought caused is enough to make me let go and dart back outside to ruin more of Carlisle's beautiful landscape. The process repeats itself seventeen more times, each time only minutely easier than the last.
Now, we wait.
7 hours later.
I'm sitting by Christian while Fluffy is curled up on the floor, his head on his paws as he watches Christian with a look of mild boredom on his face. Christian, himself, is bearing slight detail of his transformation. My bites have healed already; his skin is changing from its tan complexion to a luminescent, pearlish white. His breath is still coming out in gasps through his teeth and his heart is beating quickly, as if under extreme stress, which I know it is. Hopefully his transformation is quicker than mine, mine took 5 days. The bastard who bit me, bit my little pinkie toe, to prolong my suffering. The more venom you have in your system, the less time it takes to transform because it gets to your heart quicker. The fucker that turned me knew this, and used that as a torture tactic. I remained absolutely quiet through my transformation. I did not want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me suffer; he did not deserve that delight. I take no delight in Christian's suffering. I want this over for him as quickly as possible.
I smell the morphine wearing itself out, becoming useless. He will be feeling even more pain shortly. I bury my head in my hands, wondering if he will hate me when he wakes, for making him endure this torturous pain and agony.
Christian's POV:
Every. Fucking. Nerve. Ending. In. My. Fucking. Body. HURTS. I can barely breathe through the pain. I hear Vail next to me. Knowing she is here gives me a small fraction of comfort through this pain. Yet, the pain is almost impossible to think around. I want to die. I can't bear to live another second through this. The morphine is acting like a gag though, I can't speak through it, can't move, I can only burn and hope Vail takes mercy on me and kills me. She won't though, she loves me too much. I just have to continue suffering through this. My body is burning. I feel like I should be a corpse, a blackened, burned, crisp of a corpse on this couch, but my heart just keeps pumping the burning fire through my body. I should have listened to everyone. I shouldn't have wanted to be a vampire. Nothing on this fucking planet is worth this pain. Maybe Vail… It's hard to say what I want more at this moment. The pain to stop, or Vail? How long did they say this would last? I forgot.
Vailissia's POV 6 hours later:
It has been 13 hours since Christian started his transformation. The morphine is completely gone from his system. The muscles lining his arms are tense and strained, his breathing labored, his heart racing. More signs of his transformation are showing though. He has deep, dark circles under his eyes. His eye lids are a beautiful lavender color; his lips are a lush rosy pink. Instead of his pallor looking like a chalky white, he looks radiant. His skin glimmers slightly under the bright lights in Carlisle's study. His face looks more angled, carved, like a statue of a god. He is beautiful.
25 hours later:
Christian's heart takes off like the blades of a helicopter. It's almost over, he has maybe an hour or so left of his transformation. I hear everyone else in the house still as they register the change of pace of his heart. They know it's almost time. Fluffy raises his head off his paws and looks at me, nods, gets up and pads out of the room. He knows it is not a good idea to be around a hungry vampire.
The minutes tick by slowly, an agonizing crawl, taunting me. I hope Christian does not hate me for this. As the hour nears its finish, I hear Christian's heart thump once, twice, stutter, and then stop. A full second passes after its last beat before Christian opens his eyes. Eyes that are a bright, vivid crimson.
