After Time [Twilight Fan Fiction]

26. New World

A/N:  WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT

26. New World

Canada

January 2011

Robyn

When my eyes opened, I took in everything around me. It was almost as if I had been looking through foggy goggles my entire human life. Everything was new, crystal clear with an almost shine that would have made me wince if I were still human. I felt like Jasmine on that flying carpet in Aladdin who promised her a whole new world. It truly was an entirely new world to me.

Dust motes flew in the air above my head. I could literally see every shade of color there was on the tiny dots of water from the window. The wood of the floor was deep and layered in ways I never would have seen before. Deep, entrenched with colors far beyond anything I knew existed. My eyes drifted around the room at lightening speed I never was capable before. I realized I was lying on a table, it was so comfortable I was surprised for a moment. Then I saw my hand, it was pale, almost white. I lifted it in front of my eyes as I thought about sitting up. Before the thought was finished, I was sitting up on the table.

The fabric on my body felt soft but I didn't reach to touch it. Something in the back of my mind told me to be wary. Suddenly there was a sound and I was before the window in a flash. I crouched, ready to strike only to freeze at the sight of two men. If it were possible, I would have shed thousands of tears at the sight of them. There was no fear, there was only safety and home. The scents drove me wild and I stared at them.

The one closer to the door, his shirt sleeves dragged down to the edge of his wrist, had beautiful golden eyes. I couldn't think of the color for his eyes, they were more vibrant than gold. His hair was a brilliant blonde but it took was more unique than my human eyes could have thought possible. His name whispered inside my head from a vague, and blurred memory.

Jasper

My eyes flickered over the room toward the other man. He had the same color hair only a certain shade darker. When my eyes connected with his, they were a bright red. I barely could recall it but a short time of memory with my mother, his eyes were the color of blood. He wore a jacket that was brown, I couldn't see his skin besides his face. Though I knew without much thought, he was my home.

Peter.

I stood from the crouch, my foot poised to run toward them when something stopped me. It was an ache, a terrible burn in my throat. I had the urge to clear it but knew that wouldn't stop it. My hands immediately moved to my throat as I motioned toward my mates, who's scent I could smell in the room.

"Please," I gasped, my hands moving from my throat to my lips. Was that me? My voice sounded so different to my ears.

"Robyn?" I turned my head swiftly toward Peter, who stood with a smile and his hands lifted up. "We can help you."

"Peter," I whined, clutching my throat. "It hurts." My eyes tilted toward Jasper. "Jas, hunt."

Their eyes widened when I admitted that I wanted to try Jasper's way. "You want to hunt animals?" he asked, mostly to clarify.

"Thirsty," I groaned, my fingers almost digging into my skin.

Immediately, Peter was at my side. His once ice cold skin felt deliciously warm against mine. For a moment, the haze of thirst disappeared as I looked into his ruby red eyes. He cupped the side of my face, a smile on his lips. "We'll get you fed and then you get to see yourself."