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Days blurred into a haze of fleeting consciousness for Alexis. As she gradually awakened, she found herself in a room suffused with soft, twilight hues. The air carried a faint, comforting scent, and the bed beneath her was a welcoming sanctuary. Blinking open her eyes, Alexis sensed a surge of unfamiliar strength coursing through her veins, her senses heightened to an intensity that both intrigued and unsettled her.
Beside her bed sat a man with striking, shiny blonde hair, his golden eyes gentle yet imbued with a quiet authority. Her throat was on fire, as if a scolding, white hot poker iron was jammed down her throat.
"You're awake," the man spoke softly, his voice a soothing presence in the tranquil room.
Alexis's throat felt dry as she struggled to find her voice. "Where... where am I?"
The man's gaze softened with understanding. "You're safe. My name is Carlisle Cullen. You were injured. We found you and brought you here."
Alexis furrowed her brow as she tried to piece together fragmented memories—flashes of pain, darkness, and the overwhelming scent of blood. She had been on the brink of death, and now she was here, alive but fundamentally changed. As she took in her surroundings, Alexis realized with growing unease that her vision had undergone a profound transformation. Every detail was starkly vivid, from the intricate patterns of the wallpaper to the faintest speck of dust adrift in the air. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a world of unparalleled sharpness and clarity.
Frowning, Alexis glanced around the room, her eyes narrowing as they honed in on the minutiae that had once been imperceptible to her mortal senses. The overwhelming flood of visual information left her disoriented, struggling to reconcile this newfound acuity with the limitations of her previous existence.
"What... what's happening to me?" Alexis murmured aloud, her voice tinged with confusion.
Carlisle's expression remained patient and compassionate. "You were close to death. I intervened."
Alexis searched his eyes, trying to comprehend the gravity of his words. There was sincerity in his gaze, a quiet strength that spoke of wisdom and empathy far beyond her understanding.
"Why did you save me? How did you save me? What am I?" Alexis murmured, her voice a delicate whisper that resonated like bells in the quiet room.
Carlisle's expression softened, his gaze unwavering as he met Alexis's bewildered stare. He had expected these questions, the inevitable uncertainties that accompanied the transition into a new existence.
"You were on the brink of death," Carlisle began, his voice steady and reassuring. "I intervened to save your life. I... changed you."
Alexis's eyes widened, a torrent of emotions swirling within her—gratitude, confusion, and a burgeoning awareness of the profound changes coursing through her veins. She reached up to touch her throat, sensing the absence of pain and the strange vitality that now pulsed through her.
