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Bella's Point of View
Life is tough when you're on your own. Life is cruel when your true love leaves you. Life is lonely when your best friend falls in love with something else.
And life is pretty damn hard when you're a blood thirsty, new born vampire with a bleeding daughter.
I didn't need to breathe. I knew that already from my months of quizzing Edward, but he'd always said it was uncomfortable not to.
I finally understood what he was on about.
It was like all my senses had been muted. When I breathed, I could taste the scent of the air on my tongue. Odd smells alerted me of danger, delicious ones led me to my dinner… Holding my breath as I scooped Lyra up in my arms, holding her out away from me, made me feel oddly vulnerable, though the idea that I would ever again be called vulnerable was almost laughable.
Lyra didn't like being so far away from me. She struggled, kicking angrily, though her legs felt as light as feathers to my rock solid skin.
My throat burned with such burning thirst. It was like a fire was licking at the insides of my throat, refusing to be muted. There was only one thing that cold ever make it go away- but that was the exact thing that I was trying to refuse so hard.
"Shush, Lyra, shush." I murmured to her, as I tentatively sucked in another breath. It burnt even worse, but it was controllable.
Carefully, I drew Lyra closer to me, tucking my arms around her too fragile body.
"I'll make you safe again." I promised her, my breath no more than a whisper in the silent air.
I glanced up. There was a big glass window on one side of the wall. I rested my hand lightly against the glass, my skin barely touching it, then exerted a tiny amount of pressure.
At once, the glass shattered, and toppled to the floor, a million little pieces dancing their way across the room.
Lyra jumped and whimpered.
"Nothing, baby," I assured her. "It's nothing."
Then, I leapt nimbly up and out the window, the rushing air temperature-less against my face.
I landed silently in the street outside, a couple of meters away from the building. Glancing back, I saw that the house was old and broken down, surrounded by others that looked as if they were in exactly the same state.
I didn't want Lyra to stay another single second in this dump.
I set off at a run, not as fast as I knew I could go, but faster than an ordinary human. Running was effortless. I waited for the burn in my muscles, the shortness of breath that I knew should come- but all I felt was the gain in speed.
I sped down the thin alleyways, only stopping once when I glanced to the side, to spot my reflection in a window. I barely recognised myself. My skin was icy white, my face suddenly perfect. Gone were the flaws that I had had all my life.
It felt odd to see myself, and not recognise my face.
And the eyes. They were a deep violent red. The colour of blood.
I suddenly felt sick, and tore my eyes away from the window, turning to look at Lyra instead.
She wriggled in my arms, stretching out her good arm to the ground, but I held her fast as questions span through my mind.
When had she last eaten? When had she last drank? Last slept? Had her nappy changed?
I sighed heavily. I needed to go back into the local town and find some sort of supermarket. I glanced around, up at the sky, trying to work out what time it was.
It couldn't be too late- eight am, maybe? The sky was already a deep blue, and I could already feel the temperature beginning to rise.
"Come on, honey." I said to Lyra, trying to sound upbeat. "Shall we go and get some breakfast?"
She gurgled happily in response.
A few minuets later, we arrived in the town. I glanced around. My throat went wild, the flames clawing their way upwards. I sucked in a breath, then set off at a sprint, using vampire speed, down the street. I dashed in to the big supermarket, and was out a few seconds later, my hand suddenly clutching three jars of baby food set with a spoon, and a bag full of all the stuff I needed to change Lyra's nappy.
A women who was getting her trolley looked at me a little oddly as I stood in the shadows of the super market, probably wondering where I had come from so fast. I shot her a weak smile, then started off down the street, forcing myself to walk at a normal pace.
Everything in me, my mind, my head and my throat was screaming at me to turn back. One women! She was just one women!
I slowed down, giving in, them shook myself, horrified. What was I doing? I couldn't kill! I wouldn't kill somebody just because they happened to be there at the wrong time! What if she had a husband? A kid?
As soon as I was out of sight, I set off at a run. It was odd, but even when I was running at such speed, nothing blurred. Everything was just as sharp ands defined as it normally was. I saw every thin vein on every leaf, every leg on the smallest centipede that crawled its way across my path as I entered a forest some three miles away from the town centre.
My throat was still burning horribly, getting worse and worse. I stuck my arms out in front of me, letting my mere touch demolish the trees as I flew past. Leaves tangled in my air and their long fingers ripped my dress, tearing gaping holes in the fabric.
Lyra started to cry as they tore at her too, her scream echoing around, over and over again. The sound drilled into my mind, taking over, until I finally skidded to a halt, yanked her away from me, and dropped her on the ground. She sat there for a moment, her cries ceasing as she took in the sudden turn in surroundings- then she started to scream again.
"Oh for Gods sake!" I yelled. "I'm trying! I'm trying my bloody best here! Would it kill you to just shut up for once in a while?"
My throat was still burning, a desperate fire that was taking all my self restraint to ignore, and I was still getting used to hearing everything. It was enough to drive a women crazy!
As soon as I stopped shouting, Lyra froze. Her bottom lip wobbled as she gazed at me, her eyes hurt and still shimmering with tears.
I envied her that. I envied her everything. I just wanted to be her age again, to not have to worry about anything. About love, about hurt. To rely on one person so completely again to give me anything I needed. I wanted to just sit down and cry. But I couldn't. I never could.
Lyra reached for her, her arms straining, but I flinched back. I was already having a hard time dealing with her blood. I wouldn't be able to bear it if she was too near to me…
Hurt flickered in her eyes as her arms dropped, and she started to cry again. I turned away form her and put my fingers in my ears, but the sound still wriggled its way in. I had never left Lyra crying before, and it killed me to do it now- but there was no way on earth that I would ever trust myself to go nearer to her than I needed to be in my state.
I gingerly picked her up, holding her now weightless body away from me, and started to run again.
The faster I could reach the Denali's, the better.
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