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risking her father’s life or leaving, leaving everything that she had considered hers and home. Taking one lasting look at the beach, she shut her eyes and breathed deeply in, an action which felt awkwardly unnatural. Surprisingly it didn’t take her long to deliberate. Even though her father would be left heartbroken at least he would remain alive. That thought alone allowed her to leave, nothing little of her parent’s protection would make her depart. Opening her eyes, she knew that if she could cry than she would have done so. The stretching rays of sunlight appeared to be reaching across the sky, clawing the clouds. Looking at the sand she expected to see her usual deep footprints. There was no trace of her presence, no shapes in the sand, nothing. Knowing that she was delaying her departure, Bella took a sweeping glance before running. Quickly hitting the forests past her house, Bella only briefly reflected on her speed, it felt faster than any of the Cullens had managed. A twinge of pain stabbed through her mind before swiftly calming. “No Cullens. Not today. They ruined everything. They caused this” she mumbled, inaudible to anyone else. The crunching of breaking twigs beneath her feet rang loudly in her ears as she moved. Unsure of where exactly she was heading to, Bella was shocked when she found herself surrounded by familiar scenes. Standing in the meadow, she could remember every detail of the day she had spent there with Edward. Although it was blurry Bella could recall exactly how she had felt, feelings that she had long since buried. Shaking herself off the memories, she clenched her fists; she would not allow herself to dwell on past lies. Looking up at the branches, she was pleased when she saw and though of nothing but the wood that stood in front of her. Still Bella longed to test her limits. If I could just prove that I didn’t feel anything then I’d be fine, she thought. Accelerating, she soon found what she had been searching for. Devoured by overgrown foliage, the Cullens’ house was barely identifiable. Weaving through the increasing forestry, Bella navigated her way to the front of the house. It had only been five months since the Cullens had left yet the house seemed to have aged incredibly. Allowing her hand to brush against the walls, she shuddered each time an old memory would resurface. Finally she let go feeling triumphant. She had
imagined it to be torturous however it hadn’t felt like that at all. A sense of peace and calm now overwhelmed her. Smiling, she soon remembered what had happened. Thinking systematically, Bella tried to decide what to do next. I’m a vampire. I’m a newborn vampire. Which means what, she heard her conscience ask. Which means I’m unstable and I drink blood, BLOOD! Rather than confuse her further, her internal conversation she had just had had alerted her to something that had always repulsed her, blood. The Cullens, the many stories and Jacob’s fears had all confirmed to her one thing, vampires were blood drinkers. No matter how moral the vampire was, they always devoured blood, even the vegetarians. Feeling no hunger, Bella was far from complacent. She had seen the hunger strike before, it possessed you, even the strongest of vampires fell to the pull of feeding. Desperate to do the honourable choice and resist feeding as long as she could, Bella knew that it was impossible and if she was to become overwhelmed by the hunger, than it was best if she was isolated from humans. A shiver passed through her at the thought of such a thing. Nonetheless if isolation meant her not murdering humans then isolation was her only choice. Taking one last look at the house, she washed her mind blank before racing away towards the mountainous region, which she had heard was where the Cullens used to hunt. Speedily climbing the rocks, she reached the top of the cliff-like area. Surrounded by animals, Bella hoped that her first kill would be easy. The sun began to set, its red rays illuminating the sky before being replaced by the night. The moon gradually became evident, bringing with it an array of glowing stars and a chilly breeze. Mesmerised by the stars, she found herself acknowledging that she had never seen such natural beauty; her human sight had done the world an injustice. The choppy wind that usually would have caused her teeth to chatter had little effect on her. Quickly time passed, soon she had waited an entire day yet the hunger had still to appear. Pacing around, she remained always vigilant. A passing deer mixed with the wind, causing its scent to travel to where Bella was. Expecting such a situation to end in a fast kill, she was surprised and frustrated when she felt nothing. Yeah it’s a deer, so what, she thought. Another day passed and it was swiftly becoming clear that the hunger was either waiting or there was something wrong with her. Perhaps she was only attracted to human blood? Maybe it was a certain type of animal that she liked? Or maybe she didn’t like blood at all... the
latter solution made Bella laugh. All vampires liked blood, it was what made them vampires and she was one.