Help and A Misunderstanding

I ran, feeling the burning in my muscles as the Venom-filled blood was pumped into them. It was excruciating.

I knew it would have next to no effect on me in terms of changing me into a Vampire but that didn't mean it didn't feel like acid in my veins. Though I could feel the energy responsible for my phasing acting weird around it like it was learning something.

Or rather, looking at the Venom to see what it could do better.

But I couldn't dwell too much on the pain as whenever I did, my vision went blurry and unconsciousness came knocking on the door for me. So I just ran, following my senses and instincts to where I knew the Cullens were.

The pain got worse and worse and I felt myself slowly weakening. Not in the sense that my body was being broken down or tired out but rather that my mind was being weakened. Constant pain can break anyone if given enough time, and I felt my grip over myself slipping. Doubts appeared in my head and made it slip even further.

I'm an idiot for what I've done when it comes to my feelings between Edythe and Leah. I should have been honest to them both instead of just going with the flow.

But...such thoughts also gave me a grip to push through the pain.

I couldn't go into the dark before I fixed things. Until I'd told them my emotions for them. Before I'd heard their honest to god replies.

I wouldn't let myself or them down anymore. At least when I can help it. And I'll be damned if I can't help it right now.

Running, running, and more running. I ran until I wasn't sure if I was exhausted or if the Venom was what was causing the burning pains in my legs. I'd say it was the latter but right now I wasn't sure as I was full-power sprinting to the Cullen's house.

Finally, I arrived at the house before lifting a hand to staunch the blood flow of my neck wound which still hadn't healed.

It was practically spurting blood at this point and while I was making just as much as I was losing, and at a rapid pace might I add, I still wanted to make it easier on my body so it could maybe speed up the healing of the actual wound instead of it focusing on making blood.

Trudging up the stairs of the house, I brought a free hand up to knock on the door. But probably smelling the blood pooling around me, the door opened before I could and showed a confused Carlisle.

But his confusion quickly gave way to shock before he rushed over to me.

"Alexander! What happened? Where's Edythe!?" he got out in a semi-calm voice, the other half being filled with worry. Though his training as a doctor quickly kicked in and he started assessing the damage, "Venom..." he whispered, "Alexander," he looked at me, "Alexander, did Edythe do this to you?"

My eyes widened at his question before I rapidly shook my head, "N...No, another Vampire...Edy wasn't there...Had to fight," I choked out, seemingly unable to speak in proper sentences but I tried again, "Killed it...but got bit two times...Venom in...in my bloodstream...Get it out... Carlisle!" I froze up toward the end, feeling the Venom finally start to lock up my muscle groups and not allow for movement.

I was shocked it took this long as I knew Venom should instantly paralyze whoever it's put into.

I guess I had a certain level of immunity because of my Hybrid Status? Or it's because of my heightened physique being able to fight it off better.

Seeing I was starting to lock up, Carlisle easily supported my frame before dragging my paralyzed body into the house and toward his office. On the way, Alice saw us and came over and questioned Carlisle in a panicked manner.

Oh yeah, didn't she say something about the contents of today being fun? Well, they certainly were not fun for me...Maybe something along the line changed the path I was on?

As Carlisle explained what I'd told him, Alice's face morphed into some kind of hysteria as she called for Jasper before looking at me with something akin to worry, or rather, sympathy.

I was wondering why she looked at me like that, while I hoped for us to get back on the path that Alice thought would be fun. But then it hit me.

The pain.

It wasn't from the venom. No, it was from my body rejecting it, rebelling against the flow of the inferior and foreign liquid inside of me. The energy's investigation on the Venom was apparently over as every fiber of my being was undulating, vibrating, and squeezing, pushing the venom out of my body tissue.

Such an action was so painful I couldn't hold back the roar of pain in my chest as I thrashed whatever I could around.

I felt myself getting dragged across the floor as my vision went completely red before I was lifted onto an operating table. Or at least I felt like I was.

More voices entered my ears but they were all distorted by the pain. I then felt a pair of arms hold down my right arm and a side of my chest, while another held the other arm and side, keeping me pinned to the table.

I instantly felt a bite on the side of my neck which seemed to suck out whatever Venom had been rejected from my flesh and back into my bloodstream.

But the pain was still there, my body rebelling against something.

I needed something, or rather my body needed something. It felt like it wouldn't rest until it got it.

I strained my arms, pushing against whatever was holding me, trying to find what my body wanted but only found that pushing against the arms seemed impossible and that only seemed to fuel my body's need for whatever it wanted.

And then it hit me.

It wanted power.

And so a change took place.

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POV Change - Edythe

Sadness.

An emotion I had experienced quite a lot over the Century I'd been alive. If that's what you can say my existence is.

When my entire family contracted Spanish Influenza, when my father and mother died, when I found out I was a monster that had to drink blood to survive...when I discovered I'd have to live without my mother and father for eternity. When I killed for the first time. When I had to watch the last of my precious friends die from old age.

As a Vampire, there is no end to the tragedy you must experience, and it hardly ever gets easier to deal with. Just easier to ignore.

So...so why does it hurt so much right now? Saying those things to Alexander felt like I was stabbing my own heart and from the look in his eyes, I know I was stabbing his.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't somewhat furious about him being with another girl. But that's not furious with him, but more with myself as I had such expectations for what...for what we, Alexander and I, could have become.

He had flirted with me, and I'm sure he'd acknowledge that, but...it was harmless. We had multiple talks, bearing ourselves to one another, either at school or when he was learning from me but did that mean he had led me on? No, absolutely not. It was just the dire hopes of a girl who died in the September of 1918 of Spanish Influenza.

I'm sure he's confused about his feelings for me and that Leah girl, he is but a boy going through puberty...but it does aggravate me. I won't lie about that. I just don't blame him for it.

I know the girl is nice and truly does have feelings for Alexander. All she ever seems to think about is him. So I know she's in the same shoes as me; infatuated with a mysterious young man named Alexander Swan.

And it's for that reason that I had to get out of his life.

Even if I cannot forget about him, I will stay away from him. I just hope that makes him move on quicker.

As I thought things like this, the seed of wonder was planted in the back of my head. 'Would it ever work out if both of us agreed? Any relationship would be better than this sorrowful torment, right? Anything would be better than this lonely existence...' was being carefully whispered in the back of my head but it was soon forgotten when I arrived next to my house and smelt it.

Alexander's blood.

My chest tightened and my nostrils flared as I unconsciously took in a massive breath of air, taking in the scent like it was like a drug. But clarity immediately returned to me as I saw a pool of his blood in front of the door to my house.

A pang of worry flashed through me, wondering if he came here in a rage and got into a fight with my family, the thought spurred me into action and I didn't even notice that I'd completely ignored the blood that had plagued my thoughts over the past week or two.

I quickly opened the door before following the trail into Carlisle's operating room where he treats family and friends personally.

What greeted me was a terrifying sight.

Emmett and Jasper were holding Alexander down to the operating table as Carlisle bit into his neck sucking blood from it.

Everything else just fell away as I was consumed by this sight. By them hurting Alexander...hurting MY singer...

I had prepared myself to stay out of his life, but had I prepared myself to live in a world without him? Without his intense yet gentle blue eyes? Without the smirk he made whenever he was about to tease someone? To not be able to at least spy on him from a distance? To at least know he was still the same old Alexander?!

No.

I charged at Jasper, aiming for the back of his head with a lightning-quick punch.

No.

I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from the side, the owner of said arms screamed my name but I slipped out of their hold before sending a strong palm to their mid-section and blasting them to the other side of the room with a bang.

No, I wouldn't allow them to hurt him.

Never.

I continued my charge but I was met by Alice, Rosalie, and Esme who successfully got a hold of me and held me to the ground.

But I didn't stop struggling, Alexander needed me. I needed him.

As this made sense in my mind, the person I'd hit to the other side of the room came over turning out to be my brother Edward.

"Why?!" I hissed in a loud screech-like voice, "Why are you hurting, Alexander?!" before I could say anything else, or before he could say anything, I reached into his head and saw everything I needed to see.

I knew why Alexander was here - he had gotten into a fight with a Vampire after I left. No doubt searching for it trying to find an outlet for his anger...what an idiot!

Instead of guilt for my actions, I focused instead on looking at Alexander and tried reaching into his head.

He seemed to have the same mental shield as his sister but currently, whatever was happening to him, his shield had loosened slightly and I pried it open a little bit more to see what he was thinking and feeling.

Pain. All I could see, at least through the crack I opened up, was pain.

But quickly, as if it was adapting, the shields defenses went back up and they felt even stronger than before.

Knowing I wasn't misunderstanding them anymore, at least after Edward told them I'd understood, the three people currently on me got off of me and allowed me to get over near Alexander who was still straining heavily against Emmett and Jasper.

But suddenly, as I got closer to him, he came to a stop. His skin crawled as his muscles looked like they were re-arranging themselves while his bones seemed to be turning themselves into mush.

Something was changing.

And that something caused fear to sprout in me. Fear like I'd never known.