Leah
I'd never known killing could be so easy. All it takes is a quick swipe of my strong paw across a victim's neck… and dead. I practised this now; gracefully ending a deer's life. When I had first morphed into this form, I avoided killing at all costs. Now, killing has become part of me.
A contented growl escaped my throat, vibrating the deer's fur under my glistening teeth. I let my mind empty. Every human thought flooded away, and I lived through my senses. I was a wolf. It took two sharp tugs to tear off a strip of meat. I devoured it hungrily, the taste tangy and rustic. It didn't take long for the deer to disappear; I had been starving. Satisfied, I licked my lips. Then in one light leap, I began to run.
The wind gently ruffled my fur; it felt cool and refreshing. I kept running, not bothering to check myself for speed or direction. All I wanted was to fly, and so fly I did. Leaves and branches brushed past me, almost tickling. Each step I took felt as though I was walking on a luxurious carpet; the generally cold air was comfortable against my limbs.
As I ran, the same air started to smell sweeter. Each breath contained a new array of flowery scents; and yet they all seemed familiar to one another. In a second, I switched back to my calculating mind, rather than my instinctual one. My pace slowed and I was able to pick up the scent more clearly. With a low growl, I realised what it was. Vampire. Or, at least, part vampire.
My growl rose, becoming more pronounced; more dangerous. My shoulders lowered, and I narrowed my eyes. I was defensive; ready for whatever was coming.
All the while, the sweet fragrance was invading my nose; clouding my very head. Normally vampires disgusted me, but not this one. It was so lovely I had to get more; though the very small rational part of me was still a hold of my body. It was too much.
With a desperate moan, I backtracked a few hundred metres. The scent was weaker here, and I was able to think more clearly. My limbs began to shudder, and the trees around me grew until I collapsed on the ground in a bundle. Human. Hands shaking, I struggled to untie my singlet and shorts from around my ankle. It took longer than it should have to put them on; but I couldn't focus. The entire time my head was filled with the sugary, flowery smell. It made me vulnerable, and yet it was so beautiful.
I stood on quivering legs, and carefully plodded through the trees. In wolf form, I could normally smell everything more clearly; my senses were sharper. However, in my human form, every sense was being taken over. Images of many colours surrounded my head; I could see gold. The forest took on a surreal quality. It was almost liquid. All I could hear was the blood pounding in my ears; I had to find the source.
Slowly, I made it through the trees. They opened onto a wide clearing, trees surrounding the lush grass. A gust of wind blew, gently caressing the leaves. A few fell towards me; or perhaps I fell towards them. My hands came in contact with the ground. With the wind had come the smell; stronger than ever. My vision grew hazy, and I was beginning to slip.
As the picture around me faded, a figure stepped into the clearing. I barely managed to lift my head; it took what seemed an extremely long time. My eyes met the person's for the first time, though I knew of her well. They were chocolate brown; the exact colour I could imagine my smell would seep from.
My world began to spin around her beautiful face. All I could now think of was her; and her gentle, chocolate eyes. She was the scent; it was calling me towards her. And now she held me. She didn't know it, but my soul had been wrenched from my body and was now dancing gloriously with the autumn leaves.
My lips fell open, her name ready on my tongue. With my last breath, I whispered it softly; tasting how it would feel to say aloud. Then, I slipped from the edge. The colour consumed me. Renesmee.