Is It Black Or Is It Noir?

I'll Tell You Who Runs The World

While the hung around in the Rio hotel, Peter was slowly exasperating his mate, he couldn't help it he was so damn proud of her. But Bella didn't want her fifteen minutes of fame, yes; her change was quick, totally under her control and as it turned out pain-free. But did he have to tell everyone, twice?

Once it had started she became aware of a barrier of sorts inside her mind which she was able to pull down and it blocked out the pain of the change for her. As it raged on she felt all the changes to her body, which was strange and slightly uncomfortable. Sensing your bones elongating was mind blowing and hearing your own hair grow, very strange.

But she was able to right away to keep tabs on that and run all her memories good and bad through her mind. Her larger brain capacity was amazing and as she was fully embracing this event it was quicker than with those who fought it. So when she awoke after only fifty-six hours, Bella was able to see and compute everything with ease.

Her motor skills took minutes to master, rather than weeks as she just applied physics to her movements. Remembering how much pressure she'd used as a human and replicating it. It was as if she saw the formulas in her head and just copied them. Seeing with her own eyes the eighth colour in the spectrum was beyond amazing, scientists had been debating its existence for years and she could see it.

The downside was she could also see the dust, dirt and skin debris her body had left behind ...! No wonder vampires showered so often, it was all around her, damn it, the world was grubby! Things she'd once found pleasant, were not as good now. She could hear off-key sounds from everywhere, the clock, the air conditioning, most manmade things.

But nature was beautiful, birdsong was clearer and her ears picked up the higher frequencies too. She heard the beating of a butterfly's wings, the clicking sounds of insects communicating. It was so easy to be distracted by the sheer amount of sound. Then she had the slight problem of being totally and unequivocally entranced by her mate.

Watching his muscles moving under his skin, which was no longer rigid to her touch, was fascinating. Feeling them bunch up and relax repeatedly as they made love was beyond sensual. Everything about him was absolutely enticing. As a human his eyes she'd thought were either red, burgundy or black. But that was like saying all the shades of green humans saw were the same.

In the red were flecks of gold, hints of brown and hues of blue, his human eye colour. The black of passion was deeper and bluer than the black of hunger which held shades of grey. The burgundy was like the fine wine it was named after, fluid and shifting, darkening and lightening with his mood.

How could they get anything done when all she wanted to do was stare at him cataloguing every shade in his hair or counting every hair on his arms? Her love for him now felt like an obsession, she needed to see it all, to know it all. Peter laughed at her saying she'd give him a big head. But Bella knew what she did now; he had done while she slept as a human.

The first two weeks of her life had consisted of the three S's, staring at Peter, having sex with Peter and showering, preferably with Peter. Sometimes she did them individually and sometimes all at the same time, her favourite by far. But now, unfortunately, it was time to rejoin the others because her bloodlust was almost nil and therefore she had no reason to stay away.

She knew it was there it just wasn't the most important thing to her, Peter was. Her lust for him was harder to manage and she often slipped, sometimes by being overwhelmed by her feelings for him, sometimes by design!

"Suga' we have to go soon" Peter had said as she straddled his body on the bed,

"But I want you, no I need you Peter" she'd pouted back at him and like a good mate he had given in yet again.