I do not own the characters in this fanfiction. Stephenie Meyer does. I simply fill in her blanks.
And it was over. I was no longer paralyzed. I stretched my fingers and toes, and slowly stood. Except, to my surprise, "slowly" took only a second. Probably less. I glanced around me. I was in a field of grass, no flowers. Everything was so clear. Perfect. And I could actually hear the wind whistling. I doubted that this was what it had always been like, although my memory was blank. I could not remember. I couldn't remember who I was. What I was, where I was, when I was. How I was.
Just then, I had a thought, though I had never thought it – or so I thought – and it wasn't even in thought form. It was like a vision. Then I knew – don't ask me how I knew, I simply did – that I was psychic. It was a vision of the future.
In this future, I saw me eating from an animal. I was…drinking its blood! And then, as quickly as it had come, it was gone.
So I decided to find an animal. I could drink its blood, apparently. I began running through the field. It took me about 3 seconds to cross it, and it was a big field. There was a forest at the end, and I immediately smelled something delicious. I followed the scent to a small clearing, where a deer stood. I approached slowly, following my instinct. When I was about two feet away, I leapt onto its back. I clawed away its fur, and dug my teeth into its flesh. The deer was thrashing, so I snapped its neck. It died about a minute later, and I continued tearing through to its blood.
The blood was rich, and delicious. It was the best thing I had ever tasted, although I wasn't quite sure of that, since I couldn't remember the other things I'd ever eaten.
I knew I was different than I used to be. Instinct told me that. I just still wasn't sure what exactly I was…
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