Something In Between {Alec Volturi love story}

Wild {Part 2}

A/N: Oh, Lord, I'm a bad person:( So sorry for the wait! DX Closing in on the end, guys. Hang in there, and thanks for all your support! It means sooo much!

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"Reagan? Are you awake?" I faintly recognized Esme's sweet voice, rough with worry, and smelled her distinct scent--like lilacs and snow. The next thing my sensitive nose picked up was the familiar smell of oranges and ice.

"Alec?" I asked with a small voice, a voice like raindrops on water. I spoke once more, simply to hear the lovely sound of my voice again. "Where's Alec?"

"He isn't here. He's safe, in Volterra." Was Esme's comforting reply to my lover's name off my frozen lips.

I blinked. Before, I had mistaken the glorious sight around me for blurry vision. I didn't think I'd ever been so wrong in my life.

I could see. Like a blind person gifted new sight, I could see everything with flawless vision. Every microscopic detail of the world around me, and more, was plain like the time on a clock. Abruptly, my eyes settled on the electric current riding through the light bulb merely feet over my head. The bluish tint in the light was dancing, soaring across the inch of currents like waves; the whole thing was very captivating.

"Reagan?"

At my name, I turned sharply, unaware of how fast I was moving in this slow world. The cool AC swept across my skin, but it wasn't cold. Rather, it was unnaturally warm.

The voice that'd spoken my name belonged to Carlisle. He and Esme were, much to my dismay, the only people in the room. And they were beautiful. Defined, like all the facets in a crystal cave combined.

"Alec," I murmured softly, and I sounded unusually melancholy. Why wasn't he here, with me? A rush of sadness overwhelmed me, but no watery tears welled up in my eyes, blocking my perfect eyesight.

Carlisle's topaz eyes filled with a blazing empathy so strong that I wondered if I should be the one reassuring him. Esme reached out cautiously to gently lay a hand on my frigid shoulder. I flinched away a little, but her hand wasn't cold like I expected. Like the air conditioning, it was warm.

"He's on his way," She told me with a small smile, like a flickering candle flame.

Relief swelled within me like a blooming, golden flower. My Alec was coming to get me. Something else bothered my mind, but all my thoughts immediately vaished at the sight of the person in the full-length mirror opposite the bed I was lying in. I unfolded my pale legs smoothly and padded across the fuzzy carpet to stand in front of my reflection.

It was me, but it wasn't me. My nutmeg brown eyes were replaced with bright, vivid crimson ones lined with dark lashes. My pale skin was powdery, like Alec's, but lighter in tone, especially around the cheeks. My dark hair fell in soft waves to my shoulders, tinted vibrantly with a natural red. I still had my curves, but I appeared more feminine in shape somehow...more delicate.

I did not feel delicate. I felt strong. Like a battery that never dies; I could walk across the seven seas and still have energy left to get a cup of coffee. Who knows, maybe even stop at Subway. Subway...I couldn't have food anymore. I was a vampire. I had to drink blood.

The thought of the rich, thick liquid brought my attention to the burning sensation in my throat. I panicked momentarily, scared that the fire was returning. I clasped a hand to my throat in fear, eyes widening at the couple still standing patiently by the bed.

But after a few seconds, when the burn didn't come, I realized that I was just thirsty. For blood.

 "I'm thirsty." I heard myself state raspily in a mechanic voice. It was like the hundreds of other times I'd said it in my life...except this time, I was thirsty for blood.