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Chapter VII – Revelations
No, no, no, no, no! This can't be right, it's been more like three hours than days! This is way too fast, what am I meant to do? I was going to spend that three days thinking of something to do! Aw crap!
I look at her, as she slowly turns to take in the sight of Alice, half curled on the floor, resting on her arms, and hair tangled around her still damp face, staring at Esme through puffy red eyes in… awe? There isn't an actual emotion on her face, not one that I can see anyway. Oh… damn. Esme's looking at her. She's licking her lips and feeling her teeth with a calculating look on her face as I tackle her to the ground.
"Edward! Get Alice… out of here!" I gasp out as Esme claws at my face, teeth bared and hissing. Her eyes are a blood red and I really need to sort this out. I'm holding her hands against the ground, trapping them with my own long fingers, straddling her waist with my feet curled behind me pinioning her legs to the earth. Her head is swaying from side to side at an incredible speed and I lower my face to hold her struggling only to be hit in the eye by her nose. I turn my head to the side and crush her face o the floor, stopping it in its tracks. I close my eyes, breathing deeply and smell the dead rabbits… they look fresh…
"Edward! Are you still here? Where are you?" I lift up my head to spot him.
"Alice won't move, I've managed to drag her to the edge…" His voice, coming from behind me, is strained and barely above a whisper. But I can hear him.
"Right…" I think about what I need him to do, biting my lip at the risk. "Edward. I need you to go around the edge of the clearing, right?" I explain as if to a toddler, a calm voice masking any panic.
"Sure…" his voice cracks, still quiet.
"But I need you to do it as quietly as possible OK?"
No answer.
"Edward, OK?" I press.
"Fine, fine" I can hear him swallowing clearly. He sets off and I can hear him whereas the woman under me gives no sign as to whether or not she can also. Until he trips over either his feet or a large tree-root. Esme wriggles under me in a fruitless attempt to escape my iron grip.
"Edward! Too loud!" I hiss between clenched teeth as I hold Esme down. I can see her trying her best to beat me, but I look on as I move not an inch. It is round about now that I realise she should be stronger than me, conversations about… arm wrestles? whispering at the edge of my mind; voices that I know are familiar but cannot be named. They all led me to believe that new-born vampires are extra sensitive to all senses… I am confused but can't think on it anymore as the scent of the rabbit's wafts towards us in the breeze and Esme whips up her head.
"Got them… Now what do I do?" Edwards voice quavers on the edge of barely contained hysteria. "Should I… er… throw them?" he wants to come no closer and I can smell the sweat of fear on him.
"Sure. You accurate enough? If you take a few steps closer I'm sure I can hold her", I encourage because if these rabbits don't reach here I can't get them and no one can come any closer. "Throw them and then run, okay?" I look at him and see him nod, staring at me. I smile back reassuringly and he sets his jaw into a determined grimace. You can do this, come on…I will for this plan to succeed, for him to save the day.
Edward stares at the rabbit in his hand and judges the distance before swinging his arm back to whip it forward. He flings it with force and I can see it's going to land too far. It's getting closer and it's all I can do not to jump up and catch it myself. It's showing no signs of landing and this won't work… crap think quick. There's nothing I can do. Land nearer, land nearer, land where you're supposed to go which is here. I chant in my head. This dead and insignificant rabbit is all that can stop the carnage of a new-born vampire.
I watch as the rabbit, flying through the air, defying gravity for all to see, plummets to the ground landing with a thud on the ground not an inch from my right hand still pinning Esme's arms to the ground. I stare in shock until I realise that Esme is trying to get free. How is it that I am so much stronger? Surely this can't be…
I absent-mindedly pick up the rabbit with my left hand, ignoring Esme's desperate head as it fights for freedom, and put the rabbit's wounds to her mouth; I myself struggle not to ravish it myself as I feel the last of the blood drained from the corpse.
Esme relaxes slightly into the ground with a contented sigh. I can no longer see Edward; or Alice for that matter. I could have done with that second rabbit actually as I still don't want to let go of Esme. I really need that rabbit over here… But how am I going to do that?
I look around me quickly although what I'm looking for I don't know, maybe I hoped there was a metre-thick leather strap to bind her while I went to fetch the rabbit; or a thirty-foot branch. Instead I look at the dead rabbit next to me, Esme's eyes trained on its frozen form.
Oh no!
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