Pure of Heart
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Ch. 3: Intervention
"Eclipse has claimed yet another victim, housewife Janna Dillon of Roswell. The New Mexico native is survived by her husband, Dan, and their four children. Mr. Dillon had no idea where his late wife obtained it or that she was using it. The designer drug appeared on the club scene two months ago and has so far been responsible for the deaths of 37 people. The four most notable victims were rock star Chaz Vellara, Senator LeRoy Marks, supermodel Vivian and comedian Mark Knox. A spokesman for the DEA has called this the beginning of an epidemic and the full weight of the agency will be brought bare on the problem. Stay tuned for more on this story."
BPOV
The past four months in Forks have been rough. My girlfriend, Leah, has been the only good thing, not that we've made it beyond making out yet. Dad and Mum got it in their heads that I'm some kind of junky. They've searched my room countless times and have gone as far as to have LeLe check for track marks as we cuddle in bed. On top of having to deal with my own shit, the LTS has been compromised, my family watches me like hawks and that wanker, Mike Newton won't stop bothering me despite my relationship status. My nerves have been constantly on edge and I needed to dose myself every day. I'm coming to the end of my supply, at some point I had to sneak off to make some more.
Newton tried to corner me after History but I managed to slip him and get to the girl's bathroom. I locked myself in one of the stalls and got out my kit. The way things were going I'd have to double my usual dosage. I prepared my arm and the hypodermic with clinical precision. I knew something was off after the injection. Phil shook his head sadly at me when I was finally able to focus on him.
"Bells, you tripled the dose instead of doubling it," he chided. Bugger me, was all I thought as the world faded to darkness around me.
ChPOV
Leah had called me in near hysterics because Bella had overdosed at school. She had been found passed out on the floor of one of the stalls in the girl's bathroom. My daughter's emotional display on her first day had caused me to reveal her childhood rape. Sue had pulled me aside when I'd gotten home that night and explained how she and the others thought Bella was on some kind of drug. Turning to narcotics to escape the pain of abuse and loss was pretty common.
At first, we all believed it was just an isolated incident because we never found any drugs. I figured that I'd talk to her about it later. As the days went by, the isolated incident theory went out the window. There were times when she'd get agitated and start to fidget. Other times, she went through severe mood swings. She pawned off our concerns by claiming it was just bad PMS. After each incident, she'd disappear into her room then come out twenty minutes later perfectly calm, too calm. I outright confronted her with my suspicions and she nearly tore my throat out. No matter what we did, we never found proof she was on something.
I told Leah to get Bella over to the Cullen place as quickly and quietly as possible. There was no need to add more grist to the rumor mill. Carlisle had a full medical lab set up in his basement. He'd find out what the hell she was hopped up on then we'd detox her and our entire family would make sure she stayed on the wagon. I slipped out of the station under the pretense of Sue needing some help then made my way to the Cullen's. Alice called on the way. She explained she'd had a vision and did another search of Bella's room where she found something. She told me that we needed to wait for Carlisle's blood test until she revealed it.
Today was the first time I ignored the traffic laws and drove like a speed obsessed vampire. Fifteen minutes later, I parked in front of my friend's Victorian mansion then rushed inside. All of the Cullen's, Sue, Leah, Seth, Billy and the Pack were assembled in the spacious living room when I walked in. They all offered a quick greeting before going back to their individual conversations. For the first time, I noticed that Leah was a wreck. It was understandable since she nearly lost her imprint.
"Bella is resting upstairs. Carlisle took some blood samples and was about to go down and check the results," my wife said while she pressed herself into my arms.
"Why," Leah whispered in a defeated tone. Seth and Rosalie comforted her the best they could.
"Because I needed to keep it together before I killed someone. My nerves we so shot that I hadn't realized I'd taken a triple dose of Eclipse instead of the double one that I'd intended," a English accented voice rasped from the stairs. We turned to see Bella slowly navigate the staircase. She sank down on the couch and panted.
"Bella, drugs are never the answer," Leah started to say.
"I'm not a junky so stop with all the intervention shit," Bella snapped as she interrupted her mate.
"No, you are not a junky, you are something worse," Carlisle added as he rejoined us and all eyes focused on him.
"What do you mean," I demanded as my own frayed nerves got the better of me.
"She is something that should not exist. A genetic anomaly that was driven to extinction three centuries ago. Your daughter is a Child of the Moon… a true werewolf," the doctor responded.