I'm so thirsy. My throat's dry and I want the saliva the dampen it. I just want a few drops of sacred liquid that would heal my drained throat, and mouth. To satisfy my stomach.
Bella didn't think of packing water. So as a last resort, I've gone out, alone, insearch of water. And in the middle of a damp jumgle, that's drying up fast, you'd think I'd be able to find water.
But no such luck; instead I've been at it for hours. Nessie will be getting worried. Think that I've left her. I am going back to reassure her. To hold her. Tell her everything's alright, and that I'm here. She'll be thirstier than when I left.
Leah. I wish Leah was here. She'd hate baby sitting the 'leech child' but she'd protect her with her life. But Leah's not here. I'm even going to that extreame where I'm wishing for Rosalie. Blonde Rosalie. We had some fun times. Stupid, immature times, but fun all the same. But like Leah Rosalie isn't here. They could both be dead. The last time I ever saw them was before the battle.
I didn't even say goodbye.
I wish I had. I wish that this had all been explained to me before I'd been ordered, last minute, to take Nessie away from the fight. To save her. Care for her. Shelter her. But I wanted to stay. Explain to the pack where I was going. That I'd miss them But I'd understood the urgency of it all, that it was a matter of time before the Volturi would take her from me and her family and the pack. So save her I did.
I stumble back into the clearing I left Nessie. She looks pale. Thirsty. I crouch down beside her. "Nessie, are you okay?"
"I'm thirsty. Did you find water?"
I shake my head. "No. I came back to see if you were alright."
She smiles. "Thank you."
Vampire child. Vampires drink blood. I can survive for maybe a little longer without water, but she needs blood. I hold out my arm to her face. "Have some of my Nessie."
She weakly lifts up her head. "No Jake. I don't want to weaken you."
"I don't care. Your the important one here."
"I might not be able to stop."
"Drink." I order. She's not getting away with it this easily.
Relutantly she bites into my arms and begins to drain my blood.
"That's it. You drink as much as you need. Eveythings going to be alright."
She thumped the ground with her hand. I realise she trying to stop. Trying to stop without drinking her fill.
I hold her head in place. Making it impossible to escape.
For a few more minutes she drinks. Then I see the colour back in her cheeks. The glint in her eyes. She's had enough. I take back my hand and gently pull my arm away.
She slumps back down, wipes her mouth and whispers. "Thank you."
I smile. "Will you be okay one your own... for a little while longer?"
"I'm coming with you."