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Previously in Unbiased: 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.

Chapter 12: Thirst.

Christian's eyes flit over the room quickly, assessing every minute detail, until they land on me. My family has already joined me, Carlisle the closest, followed by Jasper and Emmett, Edward and Alice, Esme, and the blonde bitch leaning against the door frame. Christian's expression does not change; he merely stares at me with indifference in his crimson eyes. They are no longer the pretty baby blue they once were.

In a blinding movement, Christian whirls off the couch and is standing perfectly still right in front of me, warily gazing at me with a question lurking in his eyes. He raises one pearly hand to my face in a discernable movement and caresses my cheek bone. Almost a whole second has passed since he opened his eyes. I lean my head into his hand, my eyes flittering shut as I enjoy his gentle caress.

"This is nothing like I thought it would be." He murmurs to me. I open my eyes and look up into his face. His weary look has been replaced with one of adoration and wonder as he gazes at me. The look of love plain to see. A feeling of relief floods through me, he wasn't angry with me. My family closes in, now that Christian seems to be coming to terms with his change.

Carlisle steps forward and Christian looks at him for the first time with his new eyes, I can tell he is a little shocked.

"How does it feel, son?"

"Confusing, my mind seems to be thinking of a thousand things at once, it is hard to keep track of one thought process." Christian's brow furrows.

"Yes, it does take a little getting used to, but you'll get there eventually." Carlisle smiles warmly at him.

"My throat still feels like it is on fire though, is that normal?" Christian presses his palm against his throat, as if to smother it.

Jasper tenses a fraction, which makes Christian notice him for the first time and the reaction he has is absolutely hilarious. This boy shifts into a defensive crouch, as if Jasper is a threat. I burst out laughing and Jasper smiles wryly at Christian, who is looking at me like I am insane. Frankly, I might be. Christian immediately straightens out of his crouch and looks mildly mortified, poor kid.

"Dude, I don't mean to be rude, but what the bloody fuck happened to your face?" Christian asks with some embarrassment.

"That's a story for another time, to answer your first question, your throat hurts due to thirst, and you're thirsty. That feeling never entirely goes away, but you need to hunt. It will dim the thirst for a while, but this is why you shouldn't be around humans. You'll attack them without a second thought." Jasper replied with his warm southern accent.

"Let's get this show on the road gorgeous, I'm thirsty and I'm sure there are a few mountain lions waiting out there for me." I wink suggestively at my mate, "Then we can see what that new body of yours can do." I blow him a kiss and throw myself out of the window and land gracefully on the ground and sprint off towards the trees.

I hear Christian's playful growl as he follows me and tries to race me, man he is quick. I take a chance and make my leap over the river early and laugh with exultance when I hear my feet touch the ground first. I can hear Christian laughing freely behind me, obviously enjoying his first run. As we dart through the lush green foliage, I push my senses out and scour for our snacks. There is a faint trail to the west, mountain lion. When we are about five miles away from it, I stop and pounce back on Christian, wrapping my legs around him securely and folding my hands over his eyes. He immediately stills and I can feel his growing erection on my leg. Later darling, later.

"I want you to learn how to hunt properly, this is how you search for prey. Listen, tell me what you hear." I murmur into his ear and then nip it gently. He moans softly and then does what I asked him to. The pause is less than a second.

"Towards the west, near the bluffs?" he questions.

"Good, yes, now… What do you smell?"

He stiffens underneath me and I slide off him gently, his eyes are closed.

"Don't think about it, just follow your instincts, they will tell you what to do." I breathe.

He drifts towards the west swiftly, eyes intent, his body lowering into a crouch as we bound up the bluffs steep face. He bounds into the trees, gaining the strategic higher position. The great, tawny cat is slinking on the branch below him, its tail twitching. With a graceful leap, Christian soars through the air and lands on the same branch. The cat whirls around in rage and takes massive swipes at Christian, who ignores the exposed claws and tackles the cat to the ground. His mouth finds the massive cat's throat and cuts through it with his sharp teeth. I'm having an anxiety attack just watching it. He isn't fragile anymore though, that cat tried to take a bite out of his throat, but could find no weakness. Still, it was a hard fight to watch. Christian finished quickly enough though, and straightened off the ground immediately. He was covered in the cat's blood and his shirt was ripped and bloody. He looked like something off a horror movie. I found it amusing.

"I'm still thirsty, is there any more of them near here?"

"Nope, we have to try and not damage the population too much; there is plenty of deer though." I try to smile at him; it comes out as a grimace though.

"What is that look for?" He asks with a laugh evident in his voice.

"They taste like shit." I say in a monotone. He just shrugs and sniffs the air hopefully. I do as well; I can smell the deer already. Fucking herbivores. We race through the trees and pause as we reach the clearing where the deer are grazing. Christian tenses next to me and I let him make the first attack. He leaps through the air with the grace of a cat on steroids and lands on the biggest buck, biting into its artery like he did with the lion. I joined him this time and took down the second biggest. I finished before he did, which wasn't anything new.

"You done?" He was finished with the deer and is standing up, looking at me with undisguised lust written all over his face.

"Yeah, I feel full, I think. The burn is still there but it isn't nearly as bad as it was earlier." His lips turn up into a grinning snarl as he sinks to the ground in a crouch and starts stalking me as if I were his prey. Two can play that game. I mirror his pose and pounce on him in a blurring movement he barely has time to register. I have him pinned to the ground in the next second, straddling his waist, my lips at his throat.

"I win." I chime in a sing-song voice.

"I'm not so sure about that." His voice deep and husky. I am now eight shades of turned the fuck on. Before a human could even blink, our clothes are off our bodies and we are tangled gracefully on the forest floor. Not that it really matters. It felt as if we were lying on a velvety soft bed. His lips trail over my neck and collar bones as his cock slowly enters me. I moan loudly, because honestly, there was nobody around to hear me. Before long he is hammering into me with the speed of a jack hammer and it is all I can do to just hold onto him for dear life. I love vampire sex. We don't have to go slow, we don't have to take breaks, and we don't even have to stop. Ever. It doesn't take long for me to climax; he is hitting my G-spot at the speed of light over and over again. It is fabulous. He leans down and bites into my shoulders as he comes inside of me, still rocking his hips into me. It stings but for some reason, it is a massive turnon.

We continue to make love on that forest floor without stopping for 6 more hours. The sky is slowly turning orange and pink with its sunset hues. It is around then that I hear the quick footfalls of a vampire running through the forest near us. Christian hears it too. We both spring up and crouch with our lips raised and teeth bared. Alice sprints through the trees, takes in our naked appearance and quickly turns away from us.

"Hey guys, we are playing baseball in the clearing, there is going to be a storm tonight. Bella is coming, though, just a warning." She tells us in her tinkling voice. By the time she finished her sentence, Christian and I were already fully clothed. It is disappointing to say the least.

"How does Edward feel about a newborn around the Siren?" Sarcasm is dripping from my voice. Edward has shown an almost obsessive nature towards Bella, I doubt he would be happy putting her in even a hint of danger. Alas, I can teleport, so Christian wouldn't even have a chance to get a taste.

"He has seen for himself from my vision that Christian won't hurt Bella if you are there."

"Alright, if you say so Fortune Teller. So babe, how do you feel about the American pass time?" I smirk at my mate.

"I love baseball. I'm a Cardinals fan myself." His eyes are full of excitement.

I giggle and reply, "Babe, human baseball is nothing like vampire baseball, you'll see."

We all dart through the forest towards the clearing where we were meeting the rest of the family and Bella. I wonder for a moment how Bella will like regular baseball after she sees how vampires play. I smile at the thought.