A/N at Bottom
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WARNING: This story is rated M for language, some violence, references to rape and references to violence against women. Please, if you are sensitive to these subjects, offended by swearing, or not legally allowed to view such material where you live, find another story to read. Mine is not for you.
Le Sacre Couer
Chapter 4: With Arms Wide Open, Part Doux
Yeah, our girl was gonna be something, all right. Taking her out hunting the first time was a trip. NOTHING AT ALL like my first hunt. Or Char's. Or Jasper's for that matter. A new newborn's first hunt usually bares a striking resemblance to feeding time in the piranha tank. This looked more like a family picnic. I was just waiting for Esme to bust out the wet-naps!
Buff was amazing, though. After just a little hesitation, and some gentle prodding from Jasper, she was off like a shot after her first "vegetarian" meal. Of course the family would want her to take up their diet. It was never even discussed. With Carlisle around, it was just automatically assumed that she would follow his example. Maybe I should take her aside later and explain that she does have options.
At that thought, Edward shot me a disapproving glare.
Oh, calm down, Deadward. I already know she's gonna stick with animals. And she'll never fall off the wagon. Not that she won't ever kill a human. That will happen. However, it will be justifiable and the right thing to do. Even by Edward's standards. Sort of like what went down in Paris. That pathetic excuse for a human had it coming. He got what he deserved. And I will never feel even an instant of regret or remorse for ridding the earth of him. When the time comes, it will be the same way for Buffy. Actually, her decision to act will be even easier. But that's a conversation for another day.
As a show of solidarity and support, I decided that I would hunt too and show Buff that we were all in this together.
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
It wasn't bad enough that I was reduced to drinking animal blood. Nooooooo! Fate had to bitch-slap me even more! The only real game to be had in the Scottish Highlands was red deer.
Nasty shit. Carnivores weren't half bad. I could get used to them. Maybe. Still, I felt bad that our girl's first meal in her new life had to be something that tasted like grass and dirt and forest gunk. Thankfully, she wouldn't have to settle for this much longer. In just around 24 hours, we'd be in the wilds of the Yukon Territory, where carnivores were plentiful. And in a few months, she'd be able to venture farther afield in search of a more varied diet. For today, all she needed was to put the fire in her throat out as efficiently as possible. The deer would do.
I drank a deer. Well, five of them, actually, but who's counting? The fact remains that I drank blood from an animal.
Ted Nugent would be proud.
As for me, well, I'm not really sure what I'm feeling at the moment. While my boys had explained everything they could think of to me as I burned in hell for nearly three days, hearing about it and experiencing it were two VERY different things.
That thought seemed both so wrong and so right on so many levels. First of all, they weren't really boys. Jasper, Edward and Peter had all been around over a hundred years and Emmett for more than 90.
Physically, Peter was the only one who was older than me. Then again, as with any group of "twenty-something" guys, when you get them together, they may as well be twelve year old's.
Secondly, none of them belong to me. Peter is Charlotte's all the way. And, even though the other three were unattached, well, let's just say that if the four way-too-beautiful-for-words women of this group were any indication, the female segment of the vampire population has been given more than it's fair share of drop-dead gorgeous. Me, on the other hand... not so much.
But, in some strange way, they are mine. And I'm theirs.
I can't explain it, but I can feel it. It's a lot like the connection I had with my brothers friends or the guys at work. They may have been dating or married or whatever, but they were still mine. I never interfered with their relationships, never offered advise unless asked. We would hang out, party, play games.... whatever. It was fun and light-hearted. However, when one of them needed to get serious, to talk about stuff, emotional stuff, 99 times out of a hundred I was the one they talked to. No guy wants to spill his emotional guts to another guy. And I'm a good listener. As an added bonus, if the issue involved a female, I could offer the chick perspective.
I guess I was kinda the Dr. Phil of the group. Even the girlfriends and wives would come to me sometimes to talk. But my loyalties always stayed with the guys. My guys. My Boys.
Even though I had little to no experience with romantic relationships, they trusted me with their problems and issues, triumphs and joys, concerns and victories. I was "one of the guys" but I was also a little sister, a big sister, a surrogate mother figure, a fill in "girlfriend", a sounding board. That's what made me theirs and them mine.
But, now I'm the noob.
Being a noob at anything was the shits. Being a noob as a vampire could get somebody killed.
I thought I would wet myself laughing at the expression on Peters face when he drank that deer. He looked like a little kid when you give them a lemon wedge for the first time. His whole face scrunched up, eyes squeezed closed, mouth puckered, nose wrinkled, tongue poking out, shaking his head quickly back and forth.
Half way through it, he looked up at me, raised the deer in salute and said "Cheers!" Everybody laughed. Jasper was standing next to me with a huge shit-eating grin on his face and Emmett let out a belly laugh from behind me. Edward chuckled beside Emmett.
I knew the rest of them were here as well, but they were on the periphery. They were keeping an eye on me. It had been explained to me that the smell of human blood would make a new born, such as myself, quite literally bat-shit crazy with blood lust. Yeah.... don't think I want to see that. Really don't want to be a part of it. So it won't bother me if they feel the need to babysit for a while.
They told me that the animal blood would turn my eyes gold, over time. Right now they were bright red. The Doc had explained that. He said that it was because my vampire body was still using up my left over human blood. This also makes me stronger and faster than most for the time being.
Short version: Human blood = red eyes.
Peter and Charlotte both have red eyes.
I'm not gonna dwell on that right now. I'm gonna file that away under "To Be Discussed When I Get A Handle On my Brain Function."
I don't know if this is normal or not but I feel like I've developed hardcore ADHD or something. My brain goes fifty different directions at the same time. And it never seems to stop. Except when I was hunting. Then it was like my mind and body were both focused as sharply as a laser. All I could smell, was the blood. All I could hear, was the blood. All I could see, was the blood. All I could think about, was the blood.. All I wanted, was the blood.
It was all very primal and animalistic. And disturbing. And a little thrilling.
A/N I know this took forever and I offer no excuses, just a heartfelt apology.
At least one reader asked me about my O/C's name, Buffy. No this isn't going to be crossover or anything like that. I don't even like that TV show. We can chalk her odd name up to my lack of originality and my daughters suggestion that I use my name (well, it's actually my nickname, but it gets used way more than my given name) for my O/C since I was giving her a lot of my personality and experiences. Sorry for any confusion. Feel free to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome. This is my first story so I know I'll be making mistakes. I'll try to keep them to a minimum.
Thanks for reading!