Brian wakes as a new born in a hospital full of people. Fairy tale endings and flawless turnings have no place in this story. Will Brian's mind survive the actions that will take place this day? Only time will tell.
I don't own twilight
MPOV
I jerked awake from my nightmares screaming. Firstly because of the terrifying dream and secondly because I was in my bed at home. I threw the covers off me and made a mad dash towards my closet throwing on the first things I saw. I raced down the stairs still getting my sandals secured properly. I was halfway to the door when I saw my mother crying into my father's chest at the kitchen table. She looked up to see me and turned back to dad and only cryed harder. With thoughts of being there for Brian still strong in my head I forced myself to find out what was wrong.
"Mom are you ok?" I asked softly and she only cried harder.
"Honey. You don't need to go to the hospital," dad said with a pained expression.
"What do you mean I don't have to go? I have to be there when he wakes up," I said thoroughly confused.
"He's not going to wake up," dad said softly looking down into moms hair who had only started to shake from her sobs.
I froze a few seconds after his words. Not going to wake up? That couldn't be true. He promised me.
"LIAR!" I screamed at my father as I ran outside to get my bike. It was only a 15 minute ride to the hospital and this time I would talk to him. Not even god himself could stop me this time.
Brian POV
The fire scoured my body whole. Time was irrelevant. Life was irrelevant. There was only the fire. I begged someone to kill me but they didn't listen. I only felt myself become fastened to the hospital bed and felt the needles of IVs. I began to panic thinking what if this pain never went away. I would rather die than sit through this for another minute but they ignored my desire for a quick end. No one in my family or even my friends were in my mind at that moment. There was only the burn. There simply wasn't any room for anything else. As the fire intensified I began to lose myself in it. What had brought me here? Who was I? Why was this happening to me? And yet there was only the burn. The answer to all my questions was to simply burn.
Time dragged on in immeasurable amounts. I was aware of people around me but any more than that was lost in the pain. To my own agony the fire became worse. The longer I stay strapped to the table the worse the fire got. I was beginning to wonder if they had just thrown me into the furnace thinking whatever was burning me alive was contagious. I still didn't understand where the pain was coming from but in the end it didn't really matter. There was only the burn.
When I finally thought it couldn't get any worse I realized the burning in the tips of my fingers and toes was leaving. Somewhere behind all the pain I sighed in relief, but just as that small relief came I felt the burning in my chest compound. I screamed and thrashed but nothing came out nor could I move. I was tied down and my body wouldn't respond. There was a strange smell in the air I hadn't noticed before. There was talking in my room again but it was rushed and uncertain. More people came into my room and I felt them poking and prodding and pushing down on my chest. The burning crawled its way up my arms and legs until it was only in my chest. Whatever was keeping me from moving suddenly released me. I felt the restraint on my right arm break and heard a scream. It had been a long time since I heard a scream other than my own or so I thought. My heart continued to beat faster and faster and my torso lurched up as the fire retreated into my heart. At that moment I knew I was going to die. I would finally have peace from this pain. Was pain all there was though? Who would I be leaving behind? Was there anyone to leave behind? All my memories were in a blur as I tried to logically explain why
everything was so clear without me knowing anything. It was like a sheet had been thrown down on my memories. I knew there was something important behind the sheet but I couldn't remove it. I felt my body dropping back to the bed and felt my heart beat its last beat. I waited for my consciousness to blink out but it never did. I patiently waited for those pearly gates because I had not done anything that offensive to banish me from that sacred place. It never happened.
All the burning was gone. My sense of hearing was bombarded with so many things at once. A downpour of rain, a variety of beeping machines, countless conversations all went through my head at once. There was only one nurse left in the room and even without my eyes open I knew exactly where she worked. She seemed almost dejected. Like something bad had happened. But I had died hadn't I? Was I having one of those out of body experiences? I panicked when I realized I had not been breathing. I took a deep breath and my eyes shot open. The most delicious food I had ever smelt rang throughout my entire body demanding my action on an instinctual level, but the sudden onslaught of visual information stunned me. The white walls of the hospital were not white. Swirls of grays and lighter colors blended to almost seem uniform but I could see the difference. Gray snowflakes whirled around the room and into the ac vent. Only then did I notice it was dust. I thought about sitting up and it was done. Even the hesitation in my mind had been ignored. A young woman jumped when I sat up and I stared at her. I could literally see the flakes of skin falling off those science teachers are always telling you we all leave behind. I noticed her breathing and realized I could hear her heart which was hammering away. I watched the blood in her veins just under her skin being pumped erratically by her accelerated heart. I saw her chest rising and falling and remembered that I kept forgetting to breathe. I took another breath and found myself across the room with the woman in my lap. The burning in my throat had flared but it was finally cooling down. I realized with morbid curiosity that my teeth had punctured her neck so easily and how I had moved so quickly. As I drank her life blood I glanced around the room taking in everything. Soon I let her body fall to the floor frustrated. My throat still burned with a passion, but then I noticed all the hearts and human smells that surrounded me. Something was wrong but the burn in my throat spurred me on. Why was I here? To drink. Who was I? Thirsty. Why had I just killed that woman? To stop the burn. Why hadn't it stopped? Because I had not drank enough. Will it ever stop? Let's find out.
A silent confused dialog took place in my head. I was so confused. It was so much easier to just give in to instinct. I really did want the burning in my throat to stop. But what about the innocent lives? Wasn't it wrong to kill people? I didn't remember, but it sure didn't feel like it and so I rose and took a step out of my hospital room.
"Brian?!" A womans voice sounded to my right. My head whipped around to see a strangely familiar woman running towards me. She fell on me embracing me tightly. It was wrong though. I felt the air leave her lungs when she hit me but she didn't let go. She seemed familiar but it was all off. Another shadow behind the sheet. I looked down the hall and saw a familiar man standing by a doctor. He stared at me but when he looked me in the eyes he became alarmed. Now he really seemed important. A bit darker shadow behind the sheet.
"Beth! Get away from him! It's not Brian!" he said desperately. Brian? So many things seemed so familiar. The burn took root in my throat as I breathed in. The irresistible pulse clinging to me was easy target enough. The scorching fire in my throat subsided and I languished in the relief. I felt someone bump into me but at the same time I felt it give and fall behind me. After the oddly familiar woman was drained I looked over my shoulder to see the man. He had tried to separate me from the woman. Anger and fear flashed across his eyes but it was obvious he had hurt himself in the attempt. The momentary relief fled almost immediately. Suddenly I was pushed forward falling on my face. I turned around startled by the impact and loud sounds. I turned and saw the man holding a metallic object towards me. Five more shots hit me squarely in the chest. It reminded me of being hit by a dodge ball but it was enough to confuse me. I had a vague recollection of what he was aiming at me. It was a pistol. Pistols killed people. As quickly as I thought about that I had a realization. I was something more than a person. Perhaps better than a person. If anything I was higher on the food chain. I thought about standing and found myself erect. I glanced at the man whose eyes were wide with fear. I cocked my head at his fear. It was so much more graceful to face death with a brave face. He fired more but I braced myself and didn't move an inch. I looked down to notice the holes in the odd pale blue sheet I was wearing. The fire crackled once more in my throat and I moved forward. I had only thought about drinking the man when my teeth sank into his jugular. He resisted slightly but it was almost laughable. He to fell drained with a dull thud. It felt like I was drinking shot glasses of water after a week without water. Frustrated I looked around. Only the doctor and a few stunned nurses remained in the room. I was confused because they had stayed when such a scene had played out. I glanced at the clock and realized I had only left my room 10 seconds ago. Why was time flowing so slowly? I paused in thought before a combination of frustration and burn lurched me forward upon the doctor. The doctor actually grabbed my hair to try and pull me away and with a quick backhand his arm detached from his torso. Once drained I stood and grimaced at the wasteful mess. My frustration was growing and though I tried to rein it in I couldn't. As my frustration flew out of control my anger rose as well. I was flying from heart beat to heart beat sometimes not even bothering to drain them at all. I couldn't help but notice the mess I was leaving behind, but the anger and frustration wouldn't let me stop. Survival required certain number of these beings but this was going too far. Fear began to grow and that to spiraled out of control only making matters worse. I blurred through rooms of screaming humans leaving when no sound came. All I wanted was some peace and quiet to think things through but how would that happen when I could hear EVERYTHING. The smell of blood through my already weakened mental state into a frenzy to escape but my blood lust always drew me to the nearest heart.
There was a part of my mind screaming at me to stop but the emotions were to strong and I felt another part of my being. A darker part giggling in excitement. I felt myself being shattered into three parts. One that screamed from behind the sheet. Another that stood next to the sheet objectively cataloging everything away into my oddly expansive mind. Why did I have such a mental capacity? The last I felt myself breaking into was the one widely in control. He squealed in delight with every person that fell. The burning in my throat was slowly starting to ebb away but the third being who I could only refer to as a monster showed no signs of stopping.
Finally the beast sat still in my mind content for a short time. I realized I could hear nothing in the building. No beating hearts, and no breaths. The beast had even destroyed all the sources of beeping that assaulted my mind. In a way I felt thankful that he stopped the burn and the noises that made me uncomfortable, but that person screaming behind the sheet had not quieted. He was sobbing trying desperately to yank the sheet down but I could only look down on him with pity. He seemed to lack the strength to do anything. I wandered what part of me this was that was so weak. The beast smiled slowly and my attention was grabbed by a new sound. Tires on the pavement outside, but hadn't the monster dealt with everyone outside too? Then I noticed the tires had to be smaller than normal from the sound they made connecting with the pavement. The monster stood in rapt anticipation as the light person jumped off the bicycle. The smell… No her smell hit me then. The familiarity hit me like a brick wall and the beast growled in annoyance. The me behind the sheet had stood and was no longer feebly trying to rip down the sheet. He was actually doing some damage to it, but it wouldn't be in time. Who was this girl to cause such a reaction to the weaker me I mused. I heard her running towards me and enjoyed her scent as she approached. While it seemed pleasant it did not register in my mind as food. The beast however could feel venom pooling in his, no our, mouth and the weaker me seemed to grow in strength surprisingly. It was still too late.
I heard her slide and finally saw her shocked face as she slid on my mess into view.
"NOOOO!" the inner me screamed bringing the monster to his knees as the weaker… or stronger? Me broke through the sheet and I felt myself merge with him.
Realization crushed down on me what I had done. I fell to my knees and felt my eyes twitch uncomfortably. Why wasn't I crying? What kind of monster was I? I had just killed my own mother and father. For a meal. I was struck by another wave of pain and shock. Why was I drinking blood? The beast growled behind the cage I had momentarily managed to put him in. Fear rose exponentially as I took in my surroundings. Blood drenched nearly everything with literal streaks on the walls. I sat on my heels knees in the bloody mess looking down at my pale hands. The blood of countless innocents covered them. I could barely see the paleness under the blood but my eyes could. What was I? Why was I like this? What could I do now? A endless barrage of excruciating questions flowed through my mind and the beast laughed at my pain. An ocean… no a universe of pain stretched out in front of me in every direction. The beast reached out and tried to grab away control but I looked up and saw her once more.
Mel. A thousand times more beautiful than she had ever been was cautiously approaching me. She ignored the environment around her as she approached me. When she saw my eyes she took a step back and I began to beg god to let her run away. She took another step forward after looking deeply into my eyes. Though obviously worried she tilted her head and gave me her best smile. Fear and worry began to slip from my mind. There was light left in my universe. Something I loved that I had not destroyed. Suddenly she was right in front of me. When had I stopped paying attention? I closed my eyes and focused everything I had on the beast ripping and tearing at the improve cage I had used to control myself. I noticed it helped to hold my breath and instantly did so.
"Are you ok?" she said tenderly. I looked at myself and realized she was worried that this blood was mine. How could she care for me so unconditionally? I felt the desire to tell her to run away and at the same time to drink her sweet blood. I struggled with myself for what seemed like an eternity.
"Run," I said softly and was momentarily distracted by my smooth voice when I barely got my focus in time to hold the beast back once more. Fear seemed to be combating love in my eternal struggle and only these two emotions kept each other from spiraling out of control.
"I didn't leave you then and I won't leave you now," she said with so much affection I felt my fear utterly disappear and love shot me through. It was only an instant but I knew I had done something terrible. I felt her break in my embrace. I immediately loosened my embrace but she was gone. I had broken so many bones in her chest there was no way she could survive. Somewhere deep within me the last functional part of my soul broke never to be restored. I cradled her broken body and pure agony worse than the entirety of the burning shot through my dry veins. I found myself rocking back and forth begging her forgiveness but I knew she would never wake up again. Her heartbeat was too erratic. I could sense her body shutting down. My screams of agony tore through the building before instinct quieted me.
I could hear them coming. So much lighter than human steps and so much faster. There sweet scents put my entire body on the defensive. My agony was so strong the beast within me had even curled itself up in a ball and was moaning in the corner of the cell. I glanced up just in time to see Edward Cullen come into view. Something clicked in my head and I understood. They were whatever I was. Alice and then Jasper came into view. My eyes were barely open. My world was slipping through my fingers and with it my only reason for existing. A strange sound rumbled out from my chest and I realized my aggression was taking control of my emotions again. I felt my own mind shutting down. The pure agony that racked my system wouldn't even allow me to move. The beast who had done this continued to whimper in my mind but I didn't care anymore. The one reason I had to control myself was gone and with it I felt darkness close around my mind like a vice.