soft vampire (Yandere Twilight)

[6]

The rain hadn't stopped in days. It was relentless, drumming against the earth, soaking everything in its path. The small, makeshift shelter I had found, a natural formation of rocks and a tree twisted just right, had kept most of the downpour away from me and my rabbit. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough. For a while, it felt safe.

But on the third day, something changed. My rabbit had started to droop, its small body weaker than it had been before. At first, I thought it was just tired, maybe resting, but the longer I watched, the worse it became. It moved less, its breathing growing difficult, soft and uneven. When I finally placed it on the ground, hoping it might stand on its own, it managed only a few trembling steps before collapsing onto itself.

Panic bloomed in my chest, sharp and painful. Why was it dying? Why couldn't it stay soft and warm like before? My fingers hovered over its fragile frame, afraid to touch it, afraid I might make things worse. Its fur wasn't as warm as it had been, which scared me even more.

I didn't want it to die.

The thought of losing it and being left alone again made my throat tighten painfully. I pressed the heels of my palms against my eyes, stopping the tears that threatened to spill. Crying wouldn't help. I had to do something. I had to save it.

The answer came reluctantly, heavy and unavoidable. I would have to find Carlisle.

He had pointed me in the direction of his home days ago, back when I'd refused his offer to join him. I didn't want to go to him now, didn't want to admit that I needed his help, but there was no other choice. He'd know what to do. He had to.

Swallowing my hesitation, I scooped the rabbit up carefully, cradling its fragile body against my chest. Its breathing was faint, but it was still there. That gave me just enough hope to push forward. I moved quickly, my unnatural speed cutting through the dense forest, rain slicking my hair and clothes as I ran.

The farther I went, the more my resolve wavered. What if he wasn't there? What if he couldn't help? What if? I forced the thoughts down, clinging to the sound of the rabbit's shallow breaths. Each exhale was a reminder of why I was doing this, why I couldn't stop.

The rain grew lighter as I broke through the thickest part of the woods, the scent of wet earth and leaves filling my nose. My eyes darted around, scanning the horizon for any sign of Carlisle's home. The landscape shifted subtly, the trees thinning, and then I saw it: a large, stately house nestled among the greenery. It was elegant but welcoming, its wide windows glowing softly against the grey sky.

I hesitated at the edge of the clearing, my instincts screaming at me to turn back. But the rabbit shifted weakly in my arms, its breathing rattling slightly, and the fear in my chest flared again. I couldn't turn back. Not now.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, crossing the space toward the house. My footsteps were light and careful, but the anxiety twisting in my stomach made my hands tremble. I approached the front of the house, stopping just short of the wide porch.

"Carlisle," I called out, my voice hoarse and unsteady. The sound barely carried over the soft drizzle of rain, but I hoped it was enough. "I need, I need help."

The words tasted strange on my tongue, but I forced them out. A moment passed, and then the front door opened, revealing Carlisle's familiar figure. He looked startled at first, his golden eyes widening slightly, but his expression quickly softened when he saw me standing there, drenched and clutching the rabbit.

"You came," he said gently, stepping onto the porch. His gaze flickered to the small creature in my arms, and understanding dawned in his features. "What happened?"

"It's sick," I said, my voice trembling as I looked down at the rabbit. "It's cold. I don't know why. It was fine before, but now," My words trailed off, and I looked back up at him, hoping he'd know what to do.

"Come inside," he said, his tone calm but firm. "We'll take a look."

I hesitated, my feet rooted to the ground. The idea of stepping into the house, of being surrounded by more like him, made my stomach twist. But the rabbit shifted weakly in my arms, and that was all the motivation I needed. Nodding stiffly, I followed Carlisle as he led me into the warmth of his home.

29th November 2024
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