Bella’s happily ever after lasted two days. This is Bella’s own account of what happened after Breaking Dawn, her growing understanding of her powers, her battle to remain with the man she loves, finding her place in her new family, and the ever-present threat of the Volturi.
New posting Chapter 55 - Postscript
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From the moment I walked through the door I could feel his eyes on me. Boring into me, owning me, watching even the minutest move I made.
I thought that I’d lose this intuition when I became a vampire. But in reality it had just got stronger along with everything else.
I thought for a moment about the one big change that my transformation had made, my thirst. Although I was still young, and the thirst for blood should be overwhelming, I had been able to handle it from the first moment I awoke in my new life. No one knew why that was. I could cope with human scents even up close, when I should have wanted to drink them dry. The scent caused me physical pain, an intense burning from my nostrils all down my throat, and feeling my throat squeezing tight with the dryness. But it was bearable. This was unusual for a new born. My kind usual manage this much control after a few years. But even with my self control the thirst was still there, the longing for something to put out the dryness.
My mind churned again. My mind could think of so many things at once. The dryness was always one of my thoughts, sometimes near the surface, then moving back into the background. I could keep all the thoughts in my mind -- juggling two, five, ten thoughts in parallel -- but never mixing them. Like watching ten TV channels at once. Another vampire trait.
Maybe I was just being paranoid. Maybe there was no one looking at me. I still hated attention just as I’d done as a human, I still shied away from it. I was just letting my imagination run away with me again. No one was looking at me. But I could hear his heartbeat six feet to my left, slightly behind where I was standing. He was sitting on a chair next to the loveseat. He was close enough to feel the warmth of his skin in the cool of the morning air. I could smell the strong scent of the skin pouch he wore round his neck. A smell that forced out every lesser smell from that part of the room, like a car headlamp blinding out a flashlight. It was not just the animal fur with its heavy notes that I could smell, but what was inside it. The herbs and berries that it contained, each type giving a new harmony to the smell. Some sharp, some sweet. Some I knew -- citrus, juniper, cinnamon -- some I had no words for.
Maybe he was just looking at Nessie like everyone else in the room. My four month old daughter was reciting a poem for her audience in her beautiful childish voice, complete with dramatic pauses and carefully characterized accents for the speeches. She was a very advanced four month old. She looked more like a small four year old, but she would have been counted as a genius in any preschool. This was because she was half vampire and half human, and of course could never be allowed in preschool. Her brown hair, with a tinge of bronze that came from Edward, fell down her back in beautiful curls. Her eyes were a warm milk chocolate color that had been mine when I was human, and were now excited by the attention she was receiving. Her complexion was pale with a healthy pink glow of excitement. We knew now that her rate of growth and progress would slow and she would be fully mature in another 6 and half years, and then live forever. We’d learned this from Nahuel only two days before. My dark worries of losing Nessie had vanished. We’d thought we would have to watch our daughter grow old and die in fifteen short years, and we would mourn her for ever.
I didn’t look to check if I was right about Nahuel and his staring. I had caught his eye only once that morning, when we came in and gave the usual greeting to our family and their two remaining guests.
I still didn’t understand why these guest were still here. Yes, I was grateful to them, especially him. So grateful it hurt. He had saved us all: my daughter, my husband, my vampire family, my wolf friends, and me. And he put himself and his father and his sisters in danger. How could I not be grateful to him. We all were.
I’d asked Edward twice why they had not left with the other guests after the standoff with the Volturi. The first time was after the celebrations when all the other guests had left and we had taken Nessie back to our cottage to sleep in her own bed. This was the first day that we’d met them, the first day of the stares. Edward had given his answer, saying Nahuel was so glad to know that a family like ours could exist. A family with a half vampire child, the only one Nahuel knew of that was not related to him, and a surviving mother. Nahuel’s mother died in child birth and so did the mothers of his half sisters.
It is rare to find a vampire who would want a physical relationship with a human woman, even rarer to find a women who survived such an encounter. Her life could end at any moment if he did not concentrate fully on keeping her alive. And what about the outcome of such an encounter? Mortals are not compatible with half vampire babies, the babies are so much stronger than the women. I had only survived thanks to the care given to me by my vampire family and because Edward changed me into a vampire as soon as the baby was out. The memories of this violent birth were now dimming for me. The vampire venom had mended the terrible damage and left me whole, strong, and beautiful.
According to Edward, Nahuel had spent his long life, over 150 years, thinking he must be evil to the core to have killed his mother. But seeing me set him free from his guilt. He now blamed his father for not caring for his mother as Edward had for me, and for not changing her when Nahuel ripped his way out of her.
The second time I’d asked Edward why Nahuel and his aunt (a full vampire) were still with us, Edward said that they wanted to learn more about our vegetarian lifestyle. This was how we liked to describe our abnormal hunting habits in the Cullen family. Unlike other vampires we only hunted animals, not humans. This gave us distinctive golden eyes which intrigued the normal red-eyed vampires. When I asked this second time, it was not what Edward had said that set me thinking but the way he said it. If I wasn’t his wife and didn’t know him so well I would not have noticed the slight tightening of his straight shoulders under his tan colored jumper, and that he was holding his perfect jaw a eighth of an inch higher than normal. He was lying to me.
Edward lied a lot. He had to. When you can read the minds of everyone in a mile radius then you have to lie to appear normal. You have to learn to ignore the thoughts most of the time. You have to answer only the questions people say out loud and not all the far-reaching ones they think in their heads but don’t dare ask. Edward also felt he must not betray confidences of those around him. It was not as though he could stop hearing thoughts if he wanted to, and not as if people could stop thinking when he was around, so he just didn’t pass these thoughts on. I was a shield which meant that he could not read my mind, not even when I was only human. Now that I was a vampire I had learned to remove my shield if I wanted, but I could only do so for a few moments at a time and even then it was exhausting work.
But why would he lie to me about why Nahuel and Huilen were still here? We had just made it through the worst danger imaginable: the whole of the Volturi forces lined up against us, the judges, jury and executioners of the vampire world. We had survived that, so what now? What was he covering up? Surely we had to have a break from peril sometime.
Maybe bad luck was something that I’d brought with me into this life. Since I met Edward as a human I had always had bad luck. My life before Edward, before my return to Forks to live with my Dad, Charlie, was a quiet life in the big city of Phoenix with my Mom, Renée. The memory of this former life was becoming hazy, almost a pre life to my human life, as if I was now in my third life, not my second. I’d had too much on my mind to sit down and think about it, though that was the only way my family said that I would remember it for the future. As I remembered it now, it was a happy but lonely time of looking after my hair-brained mother and being the adult in the relationship even though I was the child. She didn’t need to be looked after in a physical way but in an emotional one, helping her to organize and control her life. I was the one who made sure we went to the store when we needed groceries and that we went to the bank when the bills needed to be paid. In many ways you could say I was her keeper rather than her daughter. This role was taken by Phil, her husband of nearly three years.
I argued with myself that I had already brought my shield through to my vampire life along with my strange ability for self control. I was sure that I could not have brought anything else. I had left my clumsiness behind, which was a truly good thing. I now moved so fast and was so strong that if I was clumsy lots of things would get broken. Not just inanimate objects, but living things. Even people.
I looked over at Edward, to keep my eye from straying to Nahuel. His beauty never failed to amaze me. He was stunning. His eyes were a warm amber color. But this morning more like stone than liquid. Something was bugging him. No doubt he was hearing things he didn’t like. His face muscles twitched slightly and his teeth locked together noiselessly. His smile remained, a facade to keep the others away from his upset within. I had no idea what he had heard or who it was that was having these thoughts, but my mind turned to Nahuel again, though I didn’t let my eyes follow. Edward would tell me when it was right and certainly not in the middle of this gathering.
Edward applauded when Nessie came to the end of her poem, pride now on his face. I felt a jolt of joy at his pride. I was proud of her, naturally, and applauded loudly too. But to have him so in awe of her gave me such a feeling of belonging. I had, in the end, been able to give him something so worthwhile. A daughter, our miracle. It made up for the lack of balance in our relationship. He had given me everything: his love, his life, my new life, money, possessions, a home, a car, a family. But the one thing that that he had never imagined, that none of our vampire family had thought possible, came from me. She was a delight to them all, and especially Edward.
It was only as I turned away from Nessie’s performance that I noticed Alice was staring into thin air, her eyes out of focus, completely still. I knew she was seeing something. My sister’s ability to see into the future was enviable. It had made her top of the Volturi’s list for acquisitions. It was this ability that had saved the family and herself many times over. The future she saw was only one of the possible outcomes. If decisions that had been made were changed then what she saw would change.
“Demetri is coming,” she said simply in a clear chiming voice, not altering her stance at all. “Aro has decided. He will follow Carlisle to us.”
Carlisle was at her side in an instant. “But why?” he whispered. “Why now?”.
The image of the the Volturi tracker was instantly in my mind. It was not possible for anyone normal to run from Demetri. He had a gift for finding them. But this gift needed access to someone’s mind, and it was something I could block with my shield. As well as being a tracker, Demetri was a warrior, with centuries of experience working with the Volturi.
“But why, Alice?” he asked again.
Alice had gone back into her trance. This time it took her over a minute to come round. “He comes only to observe,” she said with a little relief in her voice. “Aro will order him to stay with us and just observe. He is to watch Nessie grow for Aro and to find out more about the wolves for Caius. He is to cause us no trouble. He will be ordered to hunt like us. Aro wants to see how this will change his character. He is report back regularly by letter. This order will be made at full council the day after tomorrow. He will arrive three days after that.”
She looked around the stunned room.
“Please look for more,” Carlisle urged her.
“Demetri will bring a note with him from Aro but they know that I can see what it says so you will be forewarned. Aro is staring at it so that I can read it...
My Dearest Friend Carlisle,
I am sending my dear one Demetri to visit you as an emissary. I feel that our last meeting left a rift between us which I want to close. I have asked Demetri to learn about your life style and your beloved granddaughter so that we may better understand each other in future.
I ask you to take Demetri into your hearts and your home, and to this end I will ask him to make himself useful to you and cause you no trouble. Please use him as a son.
Yours in friendship,
Carlisle looked aghast. “Is there more?” he said, shaking his head.
Her face returned to the distant mask, but seconds later disgust was clear on it. She came back to the present again shaking her head. “Uh, that is so gross”.
“I saw part of the inner council meeting that was only the family, no guard. It is so gross.” she said, hardly able to speak for revulsion. “Aro says he wishes to watch a half vampire child develop first hand. He says that he will order Demetri to try to father a child when he has returned from his visit. He laughs and says that he may have learned some restraint from us. The mother is to be the only human they trust, their administrator Gina. They will promise her immortality if she successfully gives birth, but she has no choice. If she says no, she’s lunch. He says it will be a great honor for Demetri to father a child to be brought up and studied in Volterra. Caius is against the idea, the decision will be put off until a later date... I can’t see further than that, I’m not attuned to them, I can’t see so far ahead into their futures, I can’t see if she will become pregnant or if they will kill her, it is many months away, it may change.”
There was stunned silence.
All the joy after the last successful encounter with the Volturi was gone.
Then the speculation started. Alice could see the event but not the motivation behind it. It boiled down to three simple questions: why this? why now? and why Demetri? A dozen answers to each question came from the gathered family. The most likely answer was that they wanted to catch us doing something against the rules as soon as possible, and Demetri can stand up for himself.
The others gave little thought to the planned baby. It was beyond the immediate worry and didn’t affect us personally. But my mind was on Gina and how I could help her. I had only just survived my own pregnancy and I had had good medical care and love from all my family. I felt cold, cold to the heart.
Had I started some new vampire fashion? Would lots of vampire males want to father children? And what of the vampire females, would they want to become stepmothers? I thought of the loss of human life. I thought of Gina.
I found myself a spot on the floor and sat there still, shocked, horrified.
The discussion went on for nearly an hour, until Carlisle looked at the clock and said that he had to go for his shift at the hospital.
He turned to our guests, “Nahuel, Huilen. It may be best if you were not here when Demetri comes to call. I do not wish to ask you to leave but for your own safety I must ask you to think about what you want to do. You know you have our thanks for what you have done for us, and I owe you for the safety of all my family. You are welcome here at any normal time.”
It was Huilen who spoke this time. She spoke simply in her heavy accent. “We will leave before he arrives.”
Carlisle smiled warmly at her. “That is for the best. We can visit you before long, and maybe meet Nahuel’s sisters if that is possible.”
The others continued to speculate after Carlisle had gone, Emmett debating with Jasper the possibility of beating Demetri in a fight. Jasper thought that if there were several of us it may be possible, but it would only bring the rest of the guard down on us, a battle which we would not win this time.
Alice touched me lightly on the arm, tutting at my pants and jumper combination. My favorite sister was never happy with my lack of fashion sense. But she could see the future, and would have known the day before about this particular lapse of mine. I thought to myself that I would suggest to her that she warns me in advance next time, so that I don’t disappoint her again.
“You know, I thought you would have learned a little by now Bella,” she chided quietly. “I will just have to take you back to your cottage and show you how to match up those pants myself. I didn’t spend weeks putting together your wardrobe for you to use it like this.”
That morning I must have really gotten under her skin. How could she care so much about fashion when she’d just given us the news about Demetri? Really. It made no sense.
I looked down at my outfit. It didn’t look that bad to me. I’d made sure that some of the threads in the jumper were exactly the same tone as the pants, but if it made her happy we could be home and back in a very short time. A few minutes out of the house would do me some good.
“Edward,” she chimed. “I’m taking Bella back to your cottage, can you look after Nessie by yourself?” The look on her face one of great effort.
He smiled warmly at her. “By myself? I don’t think that I will ever be allowed to look after Nessie by myself. She has too many fans for that.” He looked quizzically at her while he made his answer, as if they were having another inaudible conversation but failing to understand each other.
It was true. Most of the room were watching Nessie again, just waiting to see what she would do next, fascinated by her. Her Aunt Rose and Grandma Esme sat on the floor with her.
“We’ll see you soon,” Alice chimed again, wincing with effort, like a small child trying to remember a really difficult times table sum.
As soon as she said this I looked around the gathering to smile a normal goodbye. Then I saw him, Nahuel. He was staring at me. Staring at me with total adoration in his eyes as if I were the only thing he could see in the world. The only thing he had ever seen. Like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time.
Oh no... no please no, I screamed inside my head. My face turned from a smile to sheer dread, his calm face turning from adoration to puzzlement at my expression.
Edward stiffened beside me, but said nothing.
Alice tugged my sleeve and we were off through the patio doors at the rear of the house, running back to my cottage hand in hand. I was only too glad to go, and Alice's excuse was perfect.
As soon as we were over the river she said in a very hushed voice, “Shield me, stop him reading my mind.”
New posting Chapter 55 - Postscript
Hi there Forever a Cullen,
Please can't it be 'let writers have time to get the editor to do there stuff day'.
And what did Alice see? Nothing as Jasper thought or did she see the whole thing? If so who will she blame?
Why was Jasper feeling fear? Is he just worried about Edward and Alice? Or is he now as scared of Bella as she is of him? If so why, she's just a new born he delt with so many of those in the past?
How is it going to look to Demetri if the family are divided?
Oh so many questions so many ways the plot could go ... your just going t have to keep reading the updates when they are done.
Thanks for commenting and being keen to read the next chapter - it does make me happy that people like to read my story.
Carlisle appeared in the kitchen, “Good morning to you both and how is the day treating you?” His appearance was like a life jacket. My mood lifted instantly. I had nothing to fear now, but I knew I had a part to play, the there's nothing wrong here part.
“How was your shift?” I asked in reply, “Did you have many casualties today?”
“No, not too bad. A few sporting injuries, a senior citizen with a break due to a fall on the ice and a couple of toddlers with viruses, but nothing too worrying. Fortunately no traffic accidents.”
“Did you catch sight of Alice on the way in?” Jasper asked. “I promised to accompany her to Port Angeles today for some shopping. I think I ought to go and find her to decide on our departure time.”
“No, I didn’t see her,” Carlisle replied.
“I’ll follow her trail then. Goodbye for now.”
He left through the back door into the morning air, ran across the lawn, and jumped gracefully over the river. He landed without breaking his rhythm and continued running into the forest and out of sight.
Carlisle turned to me, “Did I intrude on something? I’m sorry if I did.”
“No, not at all.” I forced a smile, but I got the impression that he was not sure that I was telling the truth. I had only managed to control the shaking just before he’d reached the door.
“Who is the chocolate for? Is Nessie coming?” Delight toned his voice.
“Not yet ,Carlise, I think that she is still asleep. To be honest, the chocolate was for me to smell. I used to drink it at home and I just felt like reliving the smell. I’m sorry, I know it’s a waste when I can’t drink it. I guess I’m not totally out of the habits of human food yet.”
“And do you still like the smell?” he asked, interested now by this revelation.
“Yes, and the warmth of the mug in my hands. It brings back good memories.” I looked up into his face for the first time.
His expression changed to alarm
“Bella, your eyes, are you feeling alright?”
“I’m fine Carlise,” I said, knowing that he meant in the physical sense, “what's up with my eyes?”
“They are a little red, that’s all.”
“But I’ve not had any human blood, why would they go red again? I’ve not been cheating, killing people.”
He raised his hand, “Not that kind of red Bella. They look slightly sore, that's all. I’ve not seen it before on a vampire.”
“I was crying,” I admitted glumly.
“Yes, I know I’m not supposed to, I should have more control now that I’m a vampire but things just got on top of me and ... and ... ” my breath was ragged again, the talk with Jasper had done nothing to take away my worries, and a single tear leaked out of my right eye.
“Fascinating,” Carlisle said. He was holding my face in a flash. He took the tear off my face with his middle finger. I froze, believing that I’d done something very wrong.
He studied the tear on his finger closely, smelling it and eventually tasting it.
“Fascinating,” he repeated, “and you’ve produced tears before as a vampire?”
“Yes, I’m sorry, it’s wrong isn’t it.”
“No, not wrong. Just I’ve never seen a vampire who was able to do it before, that’s all. I didn’t think our tear ducts were able to do that.”
“Oh, I can, I cried a lot last night.”
“Sorry Bella, I shouldn’t be so excited when you are in emotional pain. Is there anything I can do? Would you like to talk about it? Ah … and you were talking to Jasper when I walked in – I’m so sorry. I really think that he would make a good psychiatrist if he ever wanted a human career, well both him and Edward of course. Their talents would both be so useful. ”
I really didn’t want to talk to Carlisle about my row with Edward and especially not the incident with Jasper, I just couldn’t. But there were things I did want to ask Carlisle about, things about me that he may be able to offer some advice on.
“Well, I’m worried that I’m not a good vampire. I do stupid things like cry, and enjoy the smell of chocolate. The other day I had a daydream, just like the dreams I had when I was human. And when we were away I ate some egg white omelet and it tasted OK and didn’t have any bad effect on me. Does it make me a bad vampire? Am I sick in some way or not changed properly?”
“Bella, why have you not said this to me before? You must have been very worried.” His face was quite grave. “Firstly, these things are not to do with being a good or bad vampire, put that thought straight out of you mind. These things are all physical attributes, nothing to do with morals.”
When he said it as simply as that I couldn’t argue with him.
“And I believe that you are a good vampire in any case,” he added with a smile.
“Now, let’s start with the crying. You have done this twice now?”
“No, twice before just now, but it was only last night that I cried a lot.”
“And these are occasions when you probably would have cried if you were human, when you were upset?”
“Yes, I’m weak, I lose control.”
“No Bella, we would all cry at times if we were able, it's just that we haven’t learned how. It isn’t a matter of control, just physiology. Do you think that you could cry at will? I would love to take a sample of your tears and see what they are made of. Oh, I’m sorry that does sound very harsh doesn’t it, I’m just fascinated. I have heard tales of a vampire who lived in ancient times who could cry but I thought it was just a fairy story.”
“So I’m not the only one?” My heart lifted at the thought.
“Maybe not Bella. There may be others living now that can cry. It isn’t something that you would necessarily share with anyone but a close coven member.”
“Tell me now about your daydream and we will try to work out what is going on with you there.”
“The first time it happened, I was lying on the bed next to Nessie and watching her dreams, and then I started to relive running through the square in Volterra, just like a dream when I was human, and then the phone rang and I woke up and I was back in the real world next to Nessie. It can’t have been Nessie’s dream, I’ve not talked with her about it so she wouldn't know what the square looked like or details like the time of day. But it also wasn’t a straight memory. It was as if I was there again, running again, just as it was in my human dreams.”
“And have you had any other dreams apart from this one?”
“Yes, one about a totally made up situation, not something that has happened before or is likely to happen.”
“And that time did you feel that you woke after the dream? Not like seeing, say, a vision from Nessie and then her taking her hand away?”
“No it’s not like that, it’s like waking up. You are somewhere or thinking of something and then you are back in reality whether or not you want to be. Do you remember in the car on the way home from Denali? I said that I mistook Nessie's vision of the park to be the forest. Well that wasn’t exactly the truth, I’d been dreaming my own dreams of being in a forest with someone else.”
“Oh, you were dreaming then, I didn’t even notice,” he sounded so disappointed. “If I could just monitor you whilst you were dreaming with a CT scan I could tell if they were dreams like human dreams or something different. You can tell from the area of brain activity. It would be a very good test to see what is going on with you.”
“But Carlisle why am I dreaming? None of the rest of you do, do you?”
“Good question. Again I must stress it is not a moral issue. You wouldn’t call a double jointed human immoral just because they can do things that most can’t.” He sat still thinking for a moment
“I think it is probably a question of overload. Your brain has had so much to think about in the last few months that it is trying to protect itself by shutting down for a bit and replaying some memories or making new connections to try to make sense of all the information. Just like a human but with massively more to cope with. To be honest, I have been worried that, as a newborn, all the events that you have had to deal in such a short time might drive you to a breakdown. Some newborns do lose their sanity and unfortunately it is permanent as so many things are with vampires. Some leave their senses so much that they break the rules and are dealt with by the Volturi. We would not let that happen to you but we have not been able to shelter you as much as we wanted to and for that I am sorry. A few dreams is not such a heavy price for your sanity. I’d try to be pleased to have them if I were you and make sure that you do get some period of total rest in the day when you can dream if you need to. I’ll explain to Edward that he must leave you some time alone if you would like me to, if you feel that he may take this as a rejection if it came from you. I am your doctor as well as your father-in-law.”
“I’m sure that Edward will be happy to help me as much as I need.” But as I said it I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain to Edward that he would have to let me rest. I was only sure that he would find this a cause of extra irritation with me. This, however, I did not want to have to explain to my patient and loving father-in-law.
“The eating and the smelling now, Bella, tell me about them. You said you ate egg whites and like the smell of chocolate.”
“Yes, that’s right, but that’s all. I’ve not eaten or been attracted to any other human food.”
“How much egg do you think you ate?”
“Probably one egg white in total, it was fried up as on omelet. I wasn’t thinking and just ate it when we were in a cafe with Nessie.”
“Well it is a very handy skill Bella, that should be said first of all. It is the one thing that makes us stand out from the humans more than anything else, well on a dull day anyway. We can’t partake in mealtimes - it's such a human ritual that not complying with the normal graces marks us out. Even if you can only take a small amount of something relatively bland like egg white it will help you blend in much better. Just think how much better your father would feel if he saw you eating an omelet.
"How did the egg taste to you?”
“It was fairly tasteless except for the olive oil which it was fried in, that overpowered the egg flavor too much and wasn’t very nice. I would have had ketchup with it when I was human.”
“That is very interesting. And what made you stop eating? Did you feel full?”
“Oh no, as I said I was eating without thinking what I was doing, then Edward pointed it out to me so I stopped.”
“Did you suffer any discomfort at all after eating the egg?”
“No, none at all. I did have to use the bathroom the following day but that was not uncomfortable, just a little more human-like than vampire-like.”
“Have you felt like eating any egg since?”
“No, I haven’t even thought about it. I'm certainly not craving for any.”
“Tell me about the chocolate smell. It smells faintly revolting to most vampires and yet you find it comforting.”
“It was just this morning, I was feeling ... less happy than usual so I thought I’d try to cheer myself up. I used to find it comforting when I was human. I was fond of the smell and the taste and the warmth.”
“And do you, like the smell?”
“Oh yes, this is a good brand. As I said to Jasper we never had good quality chocolate like this at Renee’s. I can smell the high notes, almost like orange zest as well as the base notes and some vanilla.”
“How would you feel about tasting some?”
I took a small sip and screwed up my nose.
“Does it taste too strong?” Carlise asked cautiously.
“No, it’s just gone a bit cold. I’ll warm it up and have another go.”
The microwave pinged and I took the now piping hot drink out. The heat had intensified the smell which was now mixed with a small amount of steam. I sat back down at the counter with Carlisle and took another experimental sip.
“Umm, better, much better, but a little too bitter for my liking. Do you know if we have any sugar?”
“Top cupboard to the right of the sink,” Carlise answered, “do you mind if I take a sniff?”
“Be my guest.”
Carlisle wafted the cup in front of his nose, but put it down quickly. Obviously it held no attraction for him.
I added a teaspoon of sugar to the drink and took another sip. This time it transported my mind straight back to my mother’s house. I felt my shoulders become less tense as the cheerful thoughts rolled over me. A little like having Jasper in the room, but much safer.
I only noticed that Carlisle was staring at me intently when I lifted my eyes away from the mug. He was open mouthed.
“Do you find that pleasant?” he asked, amazed.
“Yes, but I don’t think I could manage a whole mug, just a few sips. It's very relaxing, not thirst-quenching like blood, more like gentle music or a warm fire, that sort of feeling.”
“I wouldn’t advise that you take in too much first time, it may make you sick later on. But it is very interesting, you do seem to have brought over some human characteristics when you transformed. That is good as I said, you’ll fit in much better if you can drink a bit of hot chocolate when you’re out in a diner with Nessie. I think we should monitor you for any side effects. Could you keep a stool sample for me to analyze if you have to go to the bathroom human-style again?”
I was embarrassed by that proposition, “Do you think that is really required?”
“Yes, I need to check for bacteria and breakdown products. I assume that you body is not absorbing anything but a little of the water in the food and drink but I think we need to know for sure if you are digesting it in any way.”
“OK then,” I said in a rather unwilling, resigned voice.
“Don’t worry, I deal with a lot of samples. I’m very used to it.
"Maybe you should go and have a lie down and rest now before Nessie is here even if you don’t dream. Maybe the lying down, being horizontal, also reminds you to relax because that is what you did when you slept as a human.”
“Yes, Carlisle, I think I will take the opportunity. Thank you for your advice, it has helped. I’ll go lie down in Edward’s room.”
End of Chapter 28
I like! Very interesting how she has human-like feelings n such.
Bella never was 'nomal' as a human she could do thngs like smell blood and not be scared of vampires. Now she is a vampire she has some non vampireish trates. And why is that? Is it all connected?
You're going to have to read until the end to find out.
Thanks for your comment and for reading.
many thanks for your comment.
The next chapter is short and to the point but I think you will like it.
I hope to post it on Wednesday.
I was wondering about all these human things that Bella was doing. It would be good for her to get Carlisle's perspective on it. Hot chocolate is definitely a better way to comfort her and lift her spirits! Can't wait to see what happens next!
Thank you for the comment.
I really hope that Carlisle perspective helps. All these differences between her and a 'normal' vampire have been playing on her mind and causing her lots of additional stress.
Now at least she has been able to share this bit of her troubles with someone who will try to understand and appreciate them.
Hot Chocolate vs Jasper: in this case I think hot chocolate would have to count as the more healthy!
another gud chap...,thanq 4 updating..
nd im surprised by bella's activities..
hpe edward understands nd hpe all is well
Hi there Saranya,
thank you for your comment.
I think that Bella will feel a whole lot better about this now that she has Carlisle telling her that she isn't the first in history to cry. She will feel that at least somone is on her side and she isn't a bad person/vampire.
As for how Edward takes it ... well you'll have to read the next chapter to find out.