“We should go speak to Carlisle. Maybe he’ll know something about this.”
“Wait, I think I know why I’m like this.”
“Tell me,” I said. I took her hand in mine, marveling at the difference in her temperature. It was just one of the many things I would have to get used to, now that she’d been changed.
“Well you know I’ve always had this thing against blood, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I still remember having to carry you to the nurse after you nearly fainted during blood testing. I think Mike Newton’s still mad at me for that.” I smirked, remembering how she’d complained about being in my arms.
“I had a feeling you’d bring that up. Well, I was always able to smell blood, even before the change. Only now it’s gotten stronger, my sense of smell, and so has my aversion to blood. I don’t know if I could do it, if I could feed. If I even can.”
I mulled over her words, remembering Alice’s vision: “She seems to have some type of immunity. She’s impervious to something, but what…? I just can’t see it yet.”
Bella nestled into my arms, resting her head on my chest. She sighed, but it was not a sigh of contentment. It was one of grief.
I gently titled up her chin and saw the immense sadness in her eyes.
“What is it, Bella? Are you afraid? Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be just fine. It’s really a blessing that you’re not hungry. That’s our curse, you know.”
She hid her face back into my chest, her dark hair tickling my nose.
“No,” she said, her words coming out muffled. “I’m not scared, not really. I’m just – sad. I miss Charlie. I wish I could visit him.”
I stroked her hair, wishing I could ease her sorrow. Perhaps I was wrong in saying that hunger was our curse.
“You can visit Charlie, you know.”
She lifted her head and pointed to her face, which had always been pale, but was now almost preternaturally fair.
“Looking like this?”
“You know what I’ve learned in the past century or so? Humans have the amazing capability of being incredibly imperceptive.”
Bella snorted. “You obviously don’t know Charlie.”