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Confession time, I wasn't actually going to post this chapter for a long time. I kinda wanted to make you all wait and see what happens with the analytics, but I honestly couldn't wait anymore and soo here ya go :)

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My Eyes

The pain is instant, burning, and hot. I open my mouth to scream when suddenly my back strikes something hard. All the air is knocked out of my lungs and I'm left gasping , all while clawing at my neck trying to get to the white-hot hissing pain sitting there. Suddenly my hands are seized and brought down by a cold hand gripping my wrists hard,

"Marceline, breathe sweetheart." I feel light and heavy all at the same time, my body like lead but my head floaty and light. I feel a hand lift me into a sitting position. Quick sharp smack land between my shoulder blades opening my lungs and allowing me to gasp in precious bites of oxygen. "That's it, breathe, slow breaths." The voice speaking to me is muffled by my own gasps and grunts of pain. My neck still burns from the bite this stranger gave me, and I try to seize my hands away but there still trapped. I'm laid back down and voices speak quickly above me. Someone calls my name over and over and it isn't until I recognize the voice as belonging to Carlisle that I find y'm able to answer,

"Who is that?" A funny tingling sensation starts in my limbs,

"It's alright sweetheart, I've got you,"

"My neck?"

"Mare, what does it feel like?" Is he serious it hurts! I open my mouth and find I can speak the tingling moving beyond my limbs to the rest of my body,

"Carlisle?" Another voice asks urgently and suddenly I feel my whole body shaking,

"She's seizing, Edward cushion her head." Edward? I feel the cold hands roll me onto my side, as the shaking gets worst, a shaking I can't stop and soon all my senses disappear. The voices muffle until they're gone, the sensation of cold hands holding me falls away and my fuzzy sight is now black. The only thing I'm conscious that I'm doing is breathing, still taking in lung fulls of air. This seems to last for hours until everything comes crawling back to me at once. My ears open to chaos around me, voices and cold hands. Different aches in my body and a stinging pain in my neck

"That's not normal."

"Who is she, Carlisle?"

"You bite someone this close to our home!"

"Who is she?"

"You bit a teenage girl!"

"WHO IS SHE?"

Edward and another voice argue back and forth and slowly I reach a hand up to grab at the cold fingers pressing into my neck,

"Mare? Honey, it's Carlisle. I know you're confused and in pain, sweetheart can you open your eyes for me,

"Carlisle, she's not changing!" Edward's voice sounds shaky, almost panicked. I want to reach a hand out to comfort him, but I'm too tired. My body feels incredibly heavy, with a horrible pain reaching from my neck to my right hand,

"Hush Edward,"

"Carlisle?" Theirs that voice again, it has to be the dingy-looking stranger who sunk his teeth into my skin,

"We need to get back to the house, Garrett I think it best you come with us." Garrett? Who's Garrett,

"I think that's best,"

"Have you fed already, I don't want you eating what you're not welcomed to." Edward spits, his voice filled with more venom than I have ever heard.

"I'm full," Garrett mumbles quietly.

"I'm going to lift her and then I want you to take her back to the house. You're the fastest, but I'll be right behind you son...I...we'll..." Carlisle's voice begins to go in and out like static on the TV. I try to focus but everything begins to fall out around me, even the pain lessens and I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into the pitch until theirs nothing left...I'm alone.

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The first thing I'm aware of, is cold. My whole body feels like ice and I'm suddenly aware that I'm shaking, trying desperately to get warm all while ignoring the horrible ache in my body telling me to stay still, my muscles burning. Something cold lands on my cheek and begins gingerly moving its way up to my forehead. I pull away already so cold.

"Shhhhhh" Someone's above me hush, "She can't stand to be touched." The voice whispers, turning their attention to someone else. God, I'm cold.

"I know." A different voice enters, deeper but just as quiet as the first,

"Is there nothing we can do for her?"

"I can't give her anything without knowing how it will react to the venom," The cold hand is back, I try to turn away, but their cold fingers move to brush my bangs away from my face.

"This isn't normal."

"She's running a high fever, but her vitals are strong. Theirs no indication that her body is shutting down, in fact from my viewpoint, it's as if her body is fighting the venom as if it were an infection." Venom? That's right, I was bitten. Am I changing? So this is what it's supposed to feel like? It was only yesterday Jasper asked me if I wanted to be changed... I said no...

"That's not possible,"

"Mare isn't possible." Their silence and I feel something soft dab my cheeks and I realize I'm crying...Have I been crying this whole time?

"Carlisle I can't lose.."

"It's not coming to that." Carlisle? Yes, that's Carlisle I can hear his voice now,

"She wants another blanket." That's Esme, I can hear her, her voice is soft and gentle, she always knows what I want.

"The fever's too high, I can't." Something cold pushes into my wrist, I try to pull away but it's no use and I begin to feel a heavy fog start to coat my mind. Esme and Carlisle's voices grow quieter and quieter until their gone and the darkness settles back over me.

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I was cold, now I'm hot, hot, and in pain. Unbearable pulsing pain courses through my body so hard I can't even pinpoint what hurts and what doesn't. I can't even differentiate where the pain even started. I find my whole body just tossing and turning trying to find relief. A cold hand strokes my forehead while another one moves up and down my arm poking and pushing the fleshiest parts of my elbow and wrist. I feel stronger than the last time I woke up and try to clear my throat, it comes out more like a grunt. I don't know who's here, but I call out anyway,

"Esme?" I don't recognize my own voice, and for a second I'm not even sure I'm the one speaking until someone answers,

"I'm here sweetheart." She answers, she must be the one stroking my forehead, she sounds close,

"Mmmmm hurts."

"What hurts Mare?" A deeper voice to my left questions gently,

"Carlisle?" It was Esme and Carlisle the last time I was awake, they're still here.

"That's right my sweet girl. What is hurting you the most?"

"Everything," I mumble. I swallow dryly and open my eyes. We're in my room, the lights are off and theirs a glow coming from the foot of my bed, Esme must have lit the fireplace. I blink once, finding even my eyes hurt and I choose just to close them, "make it stop." I whisper turning my head towards Esme's hands, the cold feels so good on my burning skin,

"Carlisle?" Esme pleads, for what I don't know, and then I realize someone is missing,

"Mom." I feel my eyes water, and Esme's fingers stall on my scalp,

"Mare?" Carlisle questions his voice coming closer,

"I want my mom." I feel my already raspy voice crack, "I'm sorry."

"No Mare, don't be sorry sweetheart. I wish you're mother was here too." The sob escapes my mouth because no Esme should not want her here, I shouldn't want her here, but I do,

"No, Esme." I cough, "No, she's not nice." I roll my body towards Esme reaching for her comfort,

"Oh Mare," Esme's arms encase me and I realize I'm sobbing harder,

"She's not nice to me Esme, she's a drunk but I want her." Part of me wishes I wasn't saying this right now, but, he burning in my body and hissing pain leaves me without a care.

"Shhhh sweetheart relax,"

"I'm tired," I mumble to no one in particular feeling the familiar feeling of darkness drifting down like a blanket to encompass me.

"Go to sleep, my sweet girl." Carlisle's voice sounds close, and I feel his hand on my back, the cold feels good and the darkness continues to drift until all feeling and sound disappears again, and theirs nothing.

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When I wake, I'm alone. The room is dim and chilly meaning the fireplace has gone out and it's approaching dusk. I don't feel hot or cold this time, in fact, I feel all but normal. Theirs no pain in my body like last time, in fact, I feel great.

"Esme?" I call out, waiting a second for a response, when one doesn't come I sit up and look around. Large bouts of clouds sit outside the window casting a grey tone over the whole room giving off an eerie feeling. Slowly I pull the covers back finding a comfy pair of grey sweatpants and cotton socks underneath. Esme's work I'm sure. I push myself up and off the bed, sure to find unsteady feet, instead, I find I'm completely sturdy. I take another look around the grey room before calling out again,

"Carlisle?" When no one answers I push forward, taking one step after another. I head to the bathroom, passing the closet first. I feel good but confused. I don't know how long I spent in bed tossing and turning between sweltering hot and then freezing cold. I remember horrible pain, and all over aches. My body should feel worst that it does right now shouldn't it? My body feels strong, but my mind is confused. I stop in front of the bathroom, my body stops dead cold, my lungs gasp...my eyes...their red.

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I jump, my body screaming at me to run, get away, and flee as fast as I can. Then I feel the tangle of blankets around my legs and begin pulling and twisting to get away,

"Mare?" A fuzzy voice questions, as cold hands, grab my shoulders. I push them away and scramble my hardest to get away, and suddenly I'm falling. The ground rushes me quickly and I reach out but I'm too late, my elbow and hip break my fall and I can't help the cry that escapes my mouth,

"Marceline!" The same voice shouts, and this time when the cold hards grab me, they don't let me push them away, infact their grip tightens, "Marceline, you need to calm down." The voice demands, "Open your eyes, sweetheart." I didn't realize they were closed. My eyelids resist but I push them open and find a fuzzy blonde in front of me,

"Carlisle?" I blink until he comes into focus,

"Good job sweetheart, you need to breathe." I gasp looking around. My room isn't grey it's warm and light. The glow from the fireplace is still prominent and I can feel the heat on my skin, even over here. I take a breath trying to slow my breathing, the gasping is starting to hurt my chest,

"Carlisle?"

"I'm right here honey, you're doing a good job sweetheart, keep breathing with me. You took a hard hit I'm going to check you real quick." I feel him push my head into his chest and begin taking deep breathes while his other hand pushes into my elbow and then pushes into my ribs and travels down to my hip, I follow for a second and then push him away,

"Carlisle."

"I think you're just bruised, sweetheart."

"Carlisle." His gold eyes look down at mine, will my eyes look like that someday? What do they look like now? I feel like I can cry and surprisingly my eyes water, Carlisle reaches forward and lightly brushes my cheek,

"Yes."

"What color are my eyes?" I force out between quivering lips. Carlisle's eyebrows furrow his expression changes, and with gentle movements he brushes my hair back,

"Oh baby girl," I feel the tears hit my cheeks and Carlisle wipes them away, "Your eyes are green sweetheart. I'll never change you, Mare, even if I tried it wouldn't work. Garrett bit you, and it didn't work. You're unchangeable Marceline."