Love Bite

Chapter 39

I DO NOT OWN CHARACTER OR TWILIGHT

Bella woke to a mouth full of blood.

It wasn't as bad as it actually sounded. In fact, it was a very welcome surprise.

Her eyes popped open to unusually bright afternoon light, piercing her retinas painfully. It wasn't as painful as the rest of her body, however. Which is why when she realized she wasn't actually drowning but being fed hot, thick blood, she began guzzling it like an animal possessed.

She sank her fangs into the neck of a deer with a feral snarl. She was aware someone else was in the room when they stepped back to let her feed but didn't care. All she could focus on was feeding, soothing the raw burn in the back of her throat. With every swallow the pain in her body soothed a little more.

When she had drained everything she could from the poor animal, she reared back with a gasp, blinked wildly, pressed a hand to the space just above her collarbone which still ached like hell despite her gorging.

The poor deer slipped from her grasp and whoever was in the room with her caught it and set it aside while she struggled to get her bearings. She'd have been ready to attack if the person didn't smell so familiar and because of that she paid them no mind, instinctively knowing they weren't a threat.

For a brief, blissful moment, Bella was still stuck in that animalistic space in her brain that allowed no room for memories or understanding or conscious thought.

Then it all came rushing back. All of it.

"Alice!" she gasped and lurched to her feet.

Unfortunately, she was standing on a bed and her knees were weak. Thankfully when they buckled on the springy surface, someone was there to catch her.

"Whoa, easy there Bella," Carlisle said gently as she clutched at him, surprised by her uncooperative legs and the woozy sensation in her head.

Carlisle. It's just Carlisle. Where am I? Where is Alice? Where is everyone?

It smelled like Rosalie and Emmett and a quick glance around told her that she was in their room, a place she hadn't often been before.

"Carlisle," Bella said thickly as he lowered her down again. She sat awkwardly, clutching the aching spot at the base of her throat. Her voice was unusually raspy. "What happened? Where is Alice? Is she okay? Oh God, Edward is-He's gone isn't he? Who else-Please tell me no one else-"

Her panic was immediate, but Carlisle had always been good at calming people.

"Relax Bella. You have to calm down. Your body is still recovering. You used too much of your gift and Aro nearly tore out your throat. You almost died," Carlisle told her in that soothing doctor's voice.

He's not answering me!

Well, Carlisle was good, but not that good.

"I'm fine, Carlisle. Where is Alice?" Bella demanded, pushing away his hands when he tried to shine a light in her eyes and check her pupils.

That wasn't necessarily true. She hurt in a thousand different places, though the blood had made it more bearable.

But none of that mattered. Because Carlisle was hesitating, he wasn't answering her and that couldn't be good-

Oh god. It's not good. He's not answering me. Alice is-Oh god, no, please no. Not my Alice. She was on fire. She was burning. She was screaming like I've never ever heard her do and then she was just so silent, so quiet, like-like death.