"No! My Phineas isn't being…! No! You're wrong!" Mom yelled, "He is NOT turning into a...a...a vampire!"
Wait, what?! A vampire?! That's what's going on?! But...I can't be a vampire! Maybe my hearing is out. Wait a minute...it makes sense: the bite, the burn, the thirst...but...what am I going to do? I can't be a vampire. If I'm a vampire, I can't go out in sunlight anymore...not to mention I'll hurt the ones I love. What am I going to do? I think Edward was going to say something, but before I knew it, I was grabbed by either Mom or Marissa. It seemed a little gentle. Then I heard the voice, and I knew it was Marissa.
"I'm sorry, but we need to go," she said.
"Can we talk to you for a bit, Miss Flynn?" Edward asked.
I then smelled another person...very unfamiliar, but whatever. She came close to Edward, yawning. Man...every breath she takes is torture to my thirst. Edward handed me the cup and I sipped again. It tasted good and soothed my thirst. Why does it taste and feel familiar? It almost tastes like...blood. After I had my sip, the scent of the unfamiliar person came closer.
"Edward, what's going on?" she asked.
"Bella, something's happened in Seattle," Edward said.
Bella, huh? Pretty name. It's probably short for Isabella. Kinda funny how I have a girlfriend named Isabella and a sister named Marissa...Edward and I are alike by a lot. Marissa held me close, and I could tell she was scared for me.
"We need to go," she said, and she carried me away, but Edward stopped her with nothing but his voice.
"Phineas, this is Bella," he said.
"He's unconscious!" Marissa yelled.
"So you think," Edward replied.
I sent Edward a message through my mind, and he translated it all. Marissa was absolutely amazed...I wonder how Edward reads minds...He's pretty cool...wait...I wonder if...if he's a…
"Yes, Phineas, I am a vampire, and you are changing into one," was my answer.
"Stop it! He is not changing into a vampire!" Marissa yelled, and I could hear Mom telling everyone to get back in the car.
I wanted to protest to their arguing...well Marissa yelling and Edward calmly disagreeing, but how could I? I couldn't speak. I couldn't move...I think Bella looked at me, for she took a breath, and it stung my thirst. Edward again handed me the cup of blood, and I sipped it...Marissa was utterly shocked that I seemed to be unconscious yet I was sipping out of a cup...that or she was shocked I was drinking blood.
"Stop giving him that! He's not changing into a vampire!"
"Marissa," Edward tried to say, but then Mom came in, and she started screaming at Edward how absolutely wrong and delusional he was. Edward didn't even say I was actually conscious and could hear her. I felt one arm of Marissa's let go, and Marissa cradled me in one arm. I assume Mom grabbed it.
"Miss Flynn, just keep him safe and don't let him believe he's a monster. Make sure he will control his thirst," Dr. Carlisle (I assume) said.
"You're wrong. Phineas is fine. He...he just got beat up a little that's all. Maybe they burnt him," Marissa protested, and she walked away back into the car.
I wonder what's going to happen now...I mean...we're going home, and I...wait...why can't I remember anything except a burning feeling in my body right now? I said good-bye to Edward and Marissa Cullen through my mind, and I suddenly heard another voice I didn't hear tonight. Wait…who's Edward and Marissa Cullen?
"The future for this young one doesn't seem well on this current path," a female voice said.
"I see it too, Alice," Marissa Cullen (whoever it is and how I remember I don't know) said, and now I'm wondering if maybe I should try to tell everyone to stay.
We drove home, and Marissa placed me on my bed. I could tell she was tired. She hasn't slept all night. I could hear her light snoring almost instantly. God, I wish I could be doing the same, but I have a strange case of insomnia. Why can't I sleep? Why am I burning on the inside of my body? Why am I so thirsty? Why can't I remember anything from today? All these questions and so many more...will they be answered?
I regret asking, for in the morning...they will be.