North Star

3. Hunting

"Cristal," Carlisle began, "you can go ahead and breathe now. Let your instincts take over."

My instincts? What am I? An animal?

Looking down at my hands, I try to see if there is anything about them that looked like an animals. They don't. They look like normal human hands. My legs feel like normal human legs. I did act like an animal a few times since I opened my eyes, though.

Whatever, let's just get this over with.

I stand up straight and Carlisle removes his hand from my shoulder slowly, stepping back towards his sons.

I close my eyes and take a steady breath. I notice that I've been holding my breath for a while now, but it didn't bother me. There is no pain as I fill my lungs with oxygen. I'm not fighting for air, something that I usually do even if I hold it for 30 seconds. How the heck did I not pass out?

In fact, it feels slightly uncomfortable to fill my lungs, as though breathing is not really necessary for me.

I shake the weird conclusions coming to mind again and just breathed. My senses took over everything, and I let them. That's what Carlisle told me to do.

I felt very confused as to why I am so adamant to listen to these men, I haven't said a single physical word to them since I came to reality. I've only been thinking things and Edward was the only one aware of what I wanted to say and what I was thinking. I also resisted somewhat and came up with weird assumptions of what is happening to me but I haven't once fought for my way out or tried to escape. If anything, I tried very hard to stay still, not wanting to hurt myself, but more importantly, them. It's like there is a weird connection between me and them.

Oh, well. I'll think about this later.

My senses take over entirely and I am listening to everything around me, smelling everything around me, even sensing tiny movements around me.

I don't know what I am listening for or waiting for but I wait.

That's when I hear footsteps nearby. It sounds huge. I smell the air surrounding the thing walking, and it smells sweet and feels warm. I hear a liquid rushing through it, thick, smooth and warm. That's all it took for my throat to burn even more.

My eyes snap open and I take off in the direction the footsteps came from. I'm on a hunt for it. I race towards the creature, and I see that the speed I was going is absolutely, 100%, inhuman but I don't even care. I don't think I've ever felt more alive.

As I get closer, the warmth gets stronger but the smell begins to become unappetizing now. The closer I get, I swear I hear a low growl, a warning growl.

Every step I take, the worse the smell got. It smells like awful wet dog and I soon zoom in a different direction, away from the revolting odor.

As I run, I am fully aware of my surroundings again, grateful that the awful dog smell is gone. Now, I'm back to square 1 to find a sweet smelling source to help my thirst.

I stop in front of a tree, I didn't even feel tired from the speed I'm going at. The surprise in me isn't enough to distract me from looking ahead, though. Seeing a fox padding its way through the wood a few yards away. It stops to listen, and I stay absolutely still, not making a single sound. It turns back and padded towards a tree and began digging softly.

I can't take it anymore. I take the chance as it's distracted and I pounce.

The poor fox didn't even get a chance to react as I got a hold of it and sank my teeth into its neck, sucking every ounce of the warm delicious blood I could get from the tiny thing.