I felt my body go numb as I stared in horror at my hand.
There, on the tip of my finger, that sliver of brown sat, mocking me, its presence tearing through my body like a concentrated poison. Resting at the fingertips. Threatening to spread.
I bit my lip and tasted iron against my tongue. My vision blurred, returned, blurred again and I had to blink away tears slowly forming at the corners of my eyes. Fear overwhelmed me. How could I possibly survive?
And then he was there before me, silken hair and those gorgeous topaz eyes and that faint, half-cocked smile, a smile that always seemed to know more than it let on. My heart beat faster, and I had to withhold a swoon.
"Edward," I breathed, and held out my finger. "I'm-- I'm wounded..."
"Worry not, sweet Bella," Edward said quietly. "Your human weakness will soon be gone."
Tears welled anew, but no longer of pain, or sorrow, or fear, but joy. Yes, human weakness... the ability for human skin to be pierced. Pierced by the anger of trees. Angry trees.
He reached for my hand, his chill skin numbing against my flesh, and gently put his fingernails to the edge of the wood slip. Then he pulled. There was a moment of sharp pain, and then it faded. Gone. Perfect again.
"Oh, thank you, Edward," I breathed, and set upon immediately.
From nearby yet far away, as I lost myself to Edward's embrace, I heard Jacob: "What the hell is your problem?"
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Date: 2010-03-04 06:46 pm (UTC)There, on the tip of my finger, that sliver of brown sat, mocking me, its presence tearing through my body like a concentrated poison. Resting at the fingertips. Threatening to spread.
I bit my lip and tasted iron against my tongue. My vision blurred, returned, blurred again and I had to blink away tears slowly forming at the corners of my eyes. Fear overwhelmed me. How could I possibly survive?
And then he was there before me, silken hair and those gorgeous topaz eyes and that faint, half-cocked smile, a smile that always seemed to know more than it let on. My heart beat faster, and I had to withhold a swoon.
"Edward," I breathed, and held out my finger. "I'm-- I'm wounded..."
"Worry not, sweet Bella," Edward said quietly. "Your human weakness will soon be gone."
Tears welled anew, but no longer of pain, or sorrow, or fear, but joy. Yes, human weakness... the ability for human skin to be pierced. Pierced by the anger of trees. Angry trees.
He reached for my hand, his chill skin numbing against my flesh, and gently put his fingernails to the edge of the wood slip. Then he pulled. There was a moment of sharp pain, and then it faded. Gone. Perfect again.
"Oh, thank you, Edward," I breathed, and set upon immediately.
From nearby yet far away, as I lost myself to Edward's embrace, I heard Jacob: "What the hell is your problem?"