Blood
The haunting, metallic smell fills her nose. She shrieks and turns in
the dark room, searching for the source. Her hands are sore from the
chains that bind her. But they will not bleed, no matter how hard she
tries she can not bring forth a single drop to drink.
Oh Lord, where is it? She cranes her neck, her entire body twitches
with need. She wants to see it, blossoming from skin, seeping into
her. She wants to feel it on her tongue, fresh and warm.
The he opens the door. The light filters in and illuminates
the room. She searches for the source of the smell.
He sets down a plate with a large slab of cougar corpse. She wrinkles
her nose, this isn't what she was looking for. It smells rancid
compared to the memory of human blood. It is red, thick with juice,
but she does not desire it.
He backs
against the wall. He is scared of her, though he knows that she could
not harm him. The fang marks that cover his arms are proof of that.
He was not hurt and did not bleed.
She growls.
It's his fault. He will not let her free to taste and feed as she
pleases. He made her this, but will not let her be what she has
become.
"Bella..." He is trying to
talk. As if that will do anything. She lunges at him, but the chains
that bind her are unbreakable. Her arms are nearly wrenched from the
sockets as she falls back to the bed.
He
shakes his head. It has been a year, and nothing has changed, but he
has to try.
"Bella, I love you."
She sneers and laughs. Her teeth are bared and her grin is
frightening.
"I love you."
AN: This was just a quick little triple drabble I felt like writing. I really don't buy the whole "Bella gets turned into a vampire and they live happily ever after" angle. She isn't immune to the urges of a young vampire. I imagine that it would be like withdrawal, she'd hate everyone who denied her the drug.
Harsh Constructive Crit is welcome.