Golden Hour: A Team Jacob Twilight FanFic

Long Night

All of the nightmares that I've had in the past two years have been horrifying, but this one might just take the cake.

It was complete sensory deprivation. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I couldn't hear. I could only feel wetness pooling around me, luring me into its depth. Slowly.

It felt thick and strange on my skin, coating it. A bath that couldn't clean me. In fact, it did the opposite.

The layers kept building atop my skin, weighing me down. I was sinking.

Slowly.

And slowly, my senses started to resurface, starting with my sense of smell. At first, I couldn't make out the scent because I could only focus on forcing my muscles to move against the demanding quicksand-like waves. But it was no use; I was not strong enough. I never was or would be.

I needed a sense of direction. I had nothing to propel me out of the thick metallic sea. Metallic. That's when it hit me.

It was blood.

But it wasn't fresh blood; it was coagulated. Tons and tons of it. A pool of it. Maybe even an ocean.

Was it my own?

Slowly, the light shone brightly. I must've been lost in darkness for a long time because the light assaulted my eyes, causing the waves of crimson to blur. My eyes struggled to adjust, and I was ready to give up. But my queasy stomach motivated me to escape this sea of terror.

And then I saw it. I saw him. He was above me on a rocky ledge, primarily hidden in fog. He smiled at me and dipped his finger in the waves to assumingely check the temperature. That grin, beautiful and brilliant, eased me, but I still was deep in my struggle.

"You're safe," he murmured.

The bright light ricocheted off his diamond chest, causing my eyes to burn even more. He was entirely nude, with blood dripping off his hands and lips; the red was the only color that contrasted against his alabaster skin. Despite the horror, he still looked like a God.

"I'm sorry, my love, you must've slipped. You weren't supposed to see this yet. I saved this as a surprise for you once you've been turned. I know how thirsty you will be, and I'd like to be prepared. You may not be strong enough to hunt in the woods for a few years, at least. Possibly even a decade!" He smirked at me, still twirling his ivory finger in the waves.

The scent was everywhere; it was all-encompassing.

Why was Edward not trying to pull me out? I wanted to beg him, but the waves rose higher, licking the edges of my bottom lip as if they were eager to make me taste it.

I forced back a gag.

"I know you will say that supplying you with an ocean of feed is excessive, but l just want to make this as easy on you as possible. You will get everything you need and more." He leaned down to kiss the top of my head.

My lungs burned, and black spots danced around in my vision. It wasn't long before I'd be completely submerged, and the thought made me so sick I could no longer stand it. The blood rose up high enough to cover my mouth and nose, so I tried to scream with my bulging eyes.

PLEASE. GET ME OUT.

Suddenly, I could no longer see again.

Was this some sick wedding ritual or something? A bloody baptism to prove my willingness? I was more than willing; I knew that I wanted nothing more in my life than Edward, than immortality. Was this a test of my strength? He already knew I couldn't stomach the scent of blood. He knew I was weak. So why? Was this Edward trying to scare me out of my decision once again? Nothing made any sense.