North Star

2. Assumptions

"Finally," says Edward.

My body is turned away from him and the others, I don't want to turn. I'm still staring out the window. I'm in a house in the woods. The trees look like the ones near the University, so I'm probably still in Washington.

I hear footsteps, I close my eyes immediately. I don't want to move, so I keep still, trying to play dead. Maybe they will think I'm dead, I don't even have to breathe. I don't feel like I need to. I stay completely still, lying on the floor.

"You're not fooling anyone, Cristal. We're not going to do anything to you, will you please try to listen and understand us?" I hear Edward say.

I open my eyes again. I snap my head to him. Eyes wide and in shock. He moves away from the wall and stands next to Carlisle. They are both staring down at me and I feel small, I hate it but I don't make a move.

He knows my name? I thought. I haven't said a single word. Have I? Was I talking when I thought I was thinking to myself? No. My jaw was clamped shut during the pain, I know because I felt like my teeth would give away from the pressure.

Oh, wait. That's right. The douchebag can read minds. Forgot.

But that's not all that shocked me, what shocked me more was his face. I couldn't see him before because my eyesight was blurry, but now that my eyesight was 100/20 vision I could see every plane on his face, see every perfect indentation.

Edward is extremely attractive. His facial features are perfect and angular—high cheekbones, a strong jawline, perfect eyebrows, a straight nose and full lips. His untidy hair retains an unusual bronze shade, messy to perfection. Edward stands just as tall as Carlisle and I noted how he was just as pale as well. They probably don't get much sun, or are allergic to it or something. They're practically ghosts, but beautiful ghosts. Edward is thin and lanky but muscular. Looking at him to guess his age, he didn't look much older than me, maybe around 17 years old or so. His eyes were also bright gold, like Carlisle's, but slightly darker.

Maybe I wasn't kidnapped? Maybe I am dead but I had to go through Hell, Purgatory and I am finally in Heaven? That's why I felt so much pain. Like in the Divine Comedy.

There are two freaking angels in front of me. Maybe I will be alright.

Slowly, I began to rise from the floor but felt too intimidated to fully stand so I stayed in a small crouch-like position.

I should say something, possibly ask them about my death. Maybe ask if they can teleport me to see my family to see if they're worried and see if I can send some sort of message to let them know I'm alright. I also didn't want to seem rude and not respond when spoken to, that's not how my mother or sister raised me.

I took a deep breath and began to open my mouth to say something, but when I did, there were so many smells surrounding me it overwhelmed me for a second. I smelt things similar to honey, mint, lavender, wood-like smells, different floral smells and many other sweet things. The smells didn't smell exactly like what I compared them to, but they were the only things that I could describe them as. The smells were everywhere and I couldn't help but keep smelling.

As I kept smelling around me from where I was crouched, there was a sudden raging fire in my throat. All the pain had gone from the rest of my body, but the fire in my throat still lingered and kept burning everything, taking over every thought that kept me sane and focused.

Now I was focused on something else entirely. The heartbeat that I heard earlier during my agony period and the sweetest smell I've ever smelt, it smelled so divine I could taste it. And that was exactly what I wanted to do, taste it and devour it completely.