A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

“My throat does. It burns, but not like it would when I got sick. It’s . . . like I’m thirsty and haven’t had
water for months.” The mention of thirst and the memory of his blood made the flame get hotter.
She cleared her throat. “Aside from that, no. I feel wonderful. I can see and hear everything so
much clearer.”
“You’re stronger, too. Do you want me to get you a drink?” She nodded. “I’ll be right back.” He
kissed her and got up.
She sat with her back against the wall and waited for him to get back. She lifted her hands up to
look at them. They still looked like her hands, but they were three shades paler. She noticed the
absence of a small scar she’d had since she was six and frowned. It had always been at the base of
her right index finger. Just a thin line from playing too roughly with one of her friends’ cats. She
wasn’t sure why it was gone or if she should be upset about it.
She looked up when Jacob came back in the room with a cup in his hand. He sat down next to her
and gave it to her. She took it with a smile and brought it to her lips. It smelled awful, like chlorine
and fluoride. She wrinkled her nose and took a sip anyway. She grunted and spit it back into the
cup.
“What is this?” she asked. She held it away from her like it was poisoned.
“It’s just tap water.” He took it from her and sniffed it. It smelled fine.
“It tastes like rusted metal.” She shuddered. “Do you have something else? Maybe a soda or
something?”
He had a feeling he knew what she needed, but the thought made him queasy. “Yeah, I think so.
Are you hungry?”
The thought of food made her nauseous. She nodded anyway. “Yeah, I could try to eat something.”
They went to the kitchen together. She leaned against the counter as he opened the fridge and
searched for something that might sound good to a half-Bloodsucker. He got an idea and stood back
up quickly.
“Do you want to go hunting with me?” he asked.
Renesmee was startled by how quickly he moved to her. Her heart jumped as she moved back and
growled. The sound shocked her. Her eyes widened, and she covered her mouth with her hands.
Jacob was surprised, too. He took a slow step toward her. “It’s okay, baby.”
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled. She didn’t move her hands. “I don’t know what happened.”
“I moved too fast and scared you. I won’t do it again.” He took her wrists and gently pushed her
arms down. “It’s okay now.”
She nodded and stepped closer to push herself against him. His arms held her tightly. “I’ll try not to
do it again.”
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