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WHO: Isabella Swan, Alice Cullen, Edward Cullen.
WHAT: Edward hasn’t fed in a little more than a week. The blood is very much so fucking with his head, and Alice and Bella are trying to calm him down. With dangerous consequences.
WHERE: Bella, Edward, and Alice’s home.
WHEN: not long after the blood thing.
He didn’t like this. He didn’t like it at all. He could smell the blood in the journal, no matter where he put the damned thing. He couldn’t throw it away(it was his contact with Bella when she wasn’t around), and he couldn’t open it to the damned page to rip it out.
It was easier when Alice got there. Easier because she took the journal and held it a bit away from him. He didn’t understand how he could suddenly smell it so strong, when before, it wasn’t half-a-strong scent…
Edward could only be thankful that Alice seemed to have eaten sooner than he did; she could stand the smell, it seemed, whereas he could not.
One hand fisted at his side, and the other rubbing his forehead, he let Alice lead him along. He tried to ignore the smell. He held his breath a few times to make it easier. As Alice pulled him along by his wrist, he cursed mentally in his head. This was not a good place. He already hated it here.
Finally, the two reached the small home, and Alice pushed the door open and she led him inside. A few windows were opened, and the journal was left on the window cill, to get rid of the smell and air the place out.
It helped a little bit, but not much.
Edward glanced around the main room, a frown crossing his lips. “Bella?” He called out.
WHAT: Edward hasn’t fed in a little more than a week. The blood is very much so fucking with his head, and Alice and Bella are trying to calm him down. With dangerous consequences.
WHERE: Bella, Edward, and Alice’s home.
WHEN: not long after the blood thing.
He didn’t like this. He didn’t like it at all. He could smell the blood in the journal, no matter where he put the damned thing. He couldn’t throw it away(it was his contact with Bella when she wasn’t around), and he couldn’t open it to the damned page to rip it out.
It was easier when Alice got there. Easier because she took the journal and held it a bit away from him. He didn’t understand how he could suddenly smell it so strong, when before, it wasn’t half-a-strong scent…
Edward could only be thankful that Alice seemed to have eaten sooner than he did; she could stand the smell, it seemed, whereas he could not.
One hand fisted at his side, and the other rubbing his forehead, he let Alice lead him along. He tried to ignore the smell. He held his breath a few times to make it easier. As Alice pulled him along by his wrist, he cursed mentally in his head. This was not a good place. He already hated it here.
Finally, the two reached the small home, and Alice pushed the door open and she led him inside. A few windows were opened, and the journal was left on the window cill, to get rid of the smell and air the place out.
It helped a little bit, but not much.
Edward glanced around the main room, a frown crossing his lips. “Bella?” He called out.