Twilight Reimagined (Vampire Swap)

Chapter four: Bella POV: Scents

I sprinted to my car, inhaling the fresh air and willing Alice to see my distress and get the others here before he came back. I've always had good self control. Hell, I've never even tasted human blood, but his scent was so irresistible. I was sure if I got used to it I would be fine, but it caught me off guard.

Thankfully, all of the vampires shortly were in my baby. I truly adored my red Mazda. Alice wasted no time and leaned forward, resting her chin on my seat. "I didn't see you kill him." She told me, and I wondered if she was lying to make me feel better. "It still was a possibility, but it was hazy and obviously more of a pondering than a decision."

I just flexed my hands on the steering wheel and stomped on the gas pedal, speeding out of the parking lot.

Once we got home I ran to Carlisle's office and paced around the room. My hands clawing at my hair. No, I would not be a true danger to the boy, but it was going to be an unpleasant class. I thought of his face again. He truly was handsome for a human. His jawline was sharp and well defined, his eyes the most delicate shade of pale green. They were accompanied by thick lashes I was sure Rosalie would be jealous of. His hair was messy and, for lack of a better term, looked like 'fuck me' hair.

I clawed at my temple down my cheek, chastising myself for paying such close attention. This was definitely not normal. I've never zoned in on ones looks like this before. I sighed and fell onto a leather chair nestled in a corner. Maybe the scent is causing me to notice trivial things like his appearance?

I groaned in frustration, wanting nothing more than to forget about this day. Why did he come here, anyway? His parents didn't accompany him. Did something happen to them? Sadness for the boy washed over me. I really wish I knew his name, but the kids at lunch never said it and I don't like eavesdropping. I've gotten really good at zoning out the people near me. It also helps that there's a layer of my shield that can numb things from the outside, like noise and brightness.

I smiled at the distraction. My shields were very special. One was the noise and light blocking one, one was the physical talent number, one was the thin mental shield around me I could not stretch, but could lift if I felt inclined, and then I had some shields that can morph into one of the first two or be a stretchable mental shield.

Ugh! That's the most I can get out of that rant. I wandered back to the possibility of the boy being an orphan. I had a great deal of compassion for orphans, considering I was one. Carlisle and I donate a large sum of money to charities that help fix the system and donate money to orphanages.

A knock on the door saved me from going down the rabbit hole into murky memories. "Sweetie?" Esme asked, cracking the door open. "Alice told me what happened. Are you ok?"

"Yeah." I responded, hating the fact that I was causing drama. "I'll be fine, it just caught me off guard. Can I stay home for the rest of the week? We can say I have a stomach bug?"

Esme smiled and hugged me. "Sure, sweetheart." She mumbled. She pulled back and softly ran a comforting hand down my scalp. "I'm sure Carlisle can help you cope with it once he's done with his shift." I smiled and nodded.

Emotionally drained, I went to my room and turned on some river noises using my built-in stereo system. I started the base layer for the floral pattern I drew, painting the background a light blue, the stems a vibrant green and the flowers a light pink. Drawing is my passion. I probably would become an art teacher or freelance artist once we move again.

You're probably wondering why we even go to highschool. Part of it is the oldest in human years is Esme, and she's only twenty-six. I'm the youngest in human years at the age of seventeen. Most of us look like we should be in our last half of high school. And, well, going to college would be hard if the last time you went to high school was fifty years ago. Usually we go to college for something to do or to update our knowledge in our hobbies. Even Carlisle will create some fake documents and history so he can go to medical school again and learn the new protocols and such. He did that in the seventies and probably will go again in 2050.

I read a new romance novel that came out a few months ago. It was fluffy and had little in the way of a plot, but it was something to do while the paint dried. Carlisle came in an hour or so after I began reading and we talked over what I should do. He agreed that I would get used to the scent overtime. I did recall something similar happening in the 50's. It was this cute little girl that lived a few minutes away. She would often get lost and I would help her home. She wasn't as appealing as the boy, but they were close enough that I knew it would be fine.

The rest of the week I stayed at home with Esme. We talked and helped each other with our projects, basking in each other's company. Esme made friends with the town garden committee and apparently was helping one of them with their Camas.

Over the weekend we went on a family trip to the Pacific Rim National Park Reserve near Vancouver to hunt. It was plentiful with wolves, bears, cougars and, of course, deer.

Lots of deer. Why is the least tasty one the most common?

And there we have it! I have to say writing is so fun for me because I can do research on things I usually wouldn't think of. The plants and park are real places and things that can grow in Washington state. You might be wondering why I'm downplaying Edward's scent and that's because we've already read that. It will be a minor thing, only really coming out in this chapter since Bella was caught off guard. Speaking of Eddie, we'll see him next chapter. Have a nice night/day! Please comment!