There was blood everywhere, she could feel it slowly leaking from her body but where on her body she had lost track. She was pretty sure her neck was doing most of the bleeding but she was delirious with blood loss. It wasn’t like she could get up and move to see where the blood was coming from either. She was paralyzed on the ground unable to move hardly able to breathe, she had been left here to die and she was terrified that was exactly what was going to happen. Desperation gripped her and she made an attempt to reach for her cell phone only to find it was too far away, just barely out of reach. Her heart made a terrifying sound in her chest and began to slow down a sure sign she was dying causing tears to leak down her pale cheeks. She hoped death would at least be peaceful.
A Knock on the door startled the dying female laying on the floor. She wasn’t expecting any one over but she had told her best friend that she would be over for dinner. Was it dinner time? Had they somehow gotten past the time she was supposed to be at her friend’s house? Had her friend come looking for her in worry that she hadn’t shown up? Did she really care that much about her? She could hear the familiar click of heels on the ground as the person entered the house about to stumble upon what was a horrific scene.
“Kitten?” the soft familiar voice of her best friend called out as the door closed behind the voice. A few more clicks and suddenly “ Oh my god!” the voice cried suddenly at her side. Cold hands reaching out to touch her face, panic clear on the woman’s face. She let her brown eyes wander to the golden honey toned eyes of her best friend wanting to remember her face as she was dying. “It’s going to be okay,” she promised as she picked her friend up into her arms holding her tightly as if to keep her body in one piece. Everything began to move much faster as her friend ran her towards her home. Things whipping by and eventually causing the dying girl to close her eyes.
It didn’t matter how fast her friend moved though, the blood was still leaking out of her body and her heart beat slow in her chest like it were ready to give up at any given time. It came to mind that her friend hadn’t killed her on the spot leaving her to question if there was something wrong with her blood. After all her best friend was a vampire who fed of blood and her blood was everywhere, it would have been so easy for her to just finish the job started by her father.
“Carlisle!” The vampire called out for the doctor in the house, glad that no one else was home to witness the bloody mess that her friend was. Though, there was no real need to call for the doctor he was on the steps before she could finish calling out his name. “You have to save her!” she urged as they traded off the dying girl, Carlisle holding the girl as they raced up to the hospital room, laying the limp girl down on the hospital bed.
“That may mean changing her Rose,”Carlisl’s voice was firm as he began the IV’s. One with blood, one with antibiotics and another bag of fluid. The girl on the bed could hear them but their words no longer made sense, it was as if she no longer spoke english. Rosalie gently reached up and set a cold hand on her friend’s face before looking over at her ‘father’.
“Then change her. I can’t lose Kitten,” Carlisle looked over at his daughter shocked at her statement. Normally she was firmly against any human transformation after all she never got a vote in whether or not she was changed in the beginning. However Kitten and Rose had been friends for almost a year and Kitten was the only one to really connect with Rosalie the entire time they had been in forks. He simply nodded, having no problems changing the girl. Over the last year she had become a member of the family anyway.
“Let’s try to save her human life first.” He hummed as he pulled out the things he needed to stitch up the gashes covering the lifeless girl. First he numbed her up just in case she could feel things before he began to stitch her up, starting with the gash across her neck. He was horrified as he stitched up gash after gash counting 28 total on her abdomen and arms, someone had been furious while stabbing at her. He checked the morphine drip before going back to what he was doing nearly running out of stitches before he was done.
“You’re going to be ok,” Rose leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Kitten’s forehead. Kitten wanted to open her mouth and tell her friend goodbye and how much she loved her but nothing came out of her mouth. Her eyes didn’t open, her fingers didn’t twitch she was trapped in her dying body.
Two days later and she was still technically dying. Her body had rejected every ounce of blood Carlisle had tried to give her. It had even rejected the stitches (by becoming infected around the area of the stitches) causing her to become even sicker and leaving the doctor with one choice. Rose’s request, his mind was set as he entered the office Rose following behind him locking the door. This was their secret until they knew for sure it would work.
Carlisle shared a look with Rose before he bent down and bit into the soft human flesh that was Kitten’s neck. Right into the open wound, hoping the venom would heal the skin and kick the stitches out of her skin. A sour taste hit his tongue causing him to flinch and pull away his nose pulled up in disgust. He tried again biting on the other side of her neck , this time he sat for a moment letting his venom leak from his teeth and into her body. He had to pull away after a moment the sour taste hitting his tongue again. Worry filled him and it showed on his face.
“What’s wrong?” Rosalie asked as she leaned in running her fingers through Kitten’s hair, brushing it to the side. Her friend looked peaceful but Kitten felt anything but peaceful. She felt like she was on fire.
“Her blood taste...wrong.” The doctor sighed before looking at the girl on the bed. “I fear her body may reject my venom but we need to give it time . More time then your normal transformation.” He spoke softly.
“How much time?” Rose looked at her friend worry creasing her normally soft and beautiful features. Carlisle looked towards the woman he knew as a daughter pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked back at the body on the bed.
“At least a week.” Rose felt a tug on her cold, dead heart . When you didn’t sleep and were hiding a secret from your family a week felt like an eternity. She would have to wait though, there was no other way to go about it. Carlisle set a hand on her shoulder, neither one of them knowing just how much pain Kitten was in due to the venom fighting in her system.
Three days passed and there was little sign of Kitten’s heart stopping. There was something that kept it beating though it was only beating at 20 bpm just barely beating at all. Kitten could feel the venom spread with every shallow breathe that left her body and every slow beat of her heart. Rose came in everyday brushing her hair and telling Kitten just how much she missed her. Often venting about Bella, there were times Rose told her, that she wished she had human tears to shed but none ever came and how much she hated that. Sometimes Carlisle came to visit noting that the venom had healed the gash on her neck and had begun to heal the gashes on her arms and abdomen.
On day six Kitten’s heart officially stopped beating as she lay still her eyes showing no sign of opening. When her eyes showed no signs of opening Carlisle wanted to rule her as dead. Convince his venom had been rejected and she had just taken a week to actually pass away. The problem? He couldn’t figure out how to tell Rosalie that he had given up hope and it was just about time she give up hope too. So instead he told his wife who was the pillar of hope and optimism, she told him to hold on one more day like he had told Rose originally and give it exactly a week. That maybe it was just taking a little longer because Kitten had lost so much blood in the first place. She promised him that if Kitten remained unmoving tomorrow she would talk with Rose.
On the seventh day Rosalie had come in, brush in hand having no idea it had been a week since the transformation. Sitting down by her friend’s side she began to brush and braid her hair. Suddenly Kitten’s eyes snapped open, confused Kitten turned her head looking at her best friend, with her bright violet eyes. Everything was so much sharper than it had ever been before. Her best friend twice as beautiful if that were possible.
“You’re braiding my hair?” They both spoke at the same time causing laughter to bubble up out of both of them.
Rose?” A third voice joined them belonging to doctor Cullen’s wife or as Kitten knew her ‘mom’. She looked as if someone had died and Kitten couldn’t figure out why she looked so sad. Had something happened to Bella? Her eyes wandered the room missing Kitten completely as she spotted Rose’s bright smile, something that was rare in this household and rare for what she had to tell her. “You look so happy,” Slowly Kitten sat up her violet eyes making contact with Esme’s soft golden eyes, a smile broke out on her face. “I knew you would wake up!”
“Was that ever in question?” Kitten frowned heavily looking at Rose confused before starting to become upset. Had she been closer to dying than she realized? Had Rose been braiding her hair for a funeral of some kind? Is that why she was so shocked that she was awake? Tears gathered in her eyes “How did Carlisle save me?” She asked not remembering the conversation between Rose and Carlisle while she was bled out on the bed about changing her. Though her violet eyes were an indicator she was a hybrid of sorts. “What’s wrong with me now?” Rose and Esme were both caught off guard by the tears that fell down her face further confirming her hybrid status.
“Nothing’s wrong with you Kit,” Rosealie was gentle as she reached forward her hand still cold again Kitten’s skin. She wiped the tears from her friend’s face with gentle fingers. “Carlisle had to…” she trailed off looking over at Esme before looking back at Kitten. “You were dying and losing so much blood and rejecting all of his efforts...I couldn’t lose you.” she explained desperately trying to talk around what Carlisle actually had to do. Not wanting her friend to be upset with her for choosing to change her without her consent. Kitten took a small breath realizing that her heart was no longer beating in her chest.
“Am I one of you?” she touched her face feeling the wetness the tear tracks had left on her pale cheeks. Esme hummed calling her husband quietly hoping Carlisle would hear and that Kitten wouldn’t. But she did, everything was enhanced so of course she heard Esme’s sly call for her husband. She raised an eyebrow “is that no?”
“Sort of. Your heart isn’t beating but your eyes are the wrong color and your skin is warm under my touch.” Rosalie didn’t mention the tears for the fear that she was going to start Kitten crying again and that was the last thing she wanted. She hated seeing her friend cry. Responding to his wife’s call Carlisle finally appeared in the room spotting Kitten and taking a breath in amazement.
“I was right, She’s a hybrid!” he laughed and looked at her “I still have more research to do but how do you feel dear?” Catlisle was eager as he stepped over to the table to get closer and examine her.
“Like I could demolish an entire kitchen full of food. I’m starving for some fruit,” she groaned rubbing her stomach letting Carlisle tilt her head and run his finger along her teeth before pulling away like she’d hurt him. She realized after a minute she had cracked his fragile skin with her teeth and she felt a little guilty about it. “Esme will you go get me something from the fridge like blueberries or something?” The woman let out a small laugh before nodding and quickly exiting the room
“Physically, how do you feel?” The doctor asked again and this time she really thought about it. Things had disappeared, she reached up and touched her throat realizing their wasn’t even a scar where her throat had been slashed.
“My pain is gone and everything feels enhanced. LIke I can hear, see, and smell things my human eyes, ears and nose couldn’t have ever experienced.” she looked at Rose a soft smile coming over her features. “Like Rose is twice as beautiful then I ever realized.” She could see every soft clear pore of her friend, the soft deep honey color of her eyes that had specs of gold in them.
“If I could blush I would,” Her best friend answered bashfully. Though Rose was never one to be shy about her beauty. Knowing for sure that at least being a vampire had brought her endless beauty and the jealousy of others. Yet somehow when Kitten was gushing about her beauty she felt bashful and shy. Even if her immortal husband reminded her every single day just how beautiful she was.
“I can hear voices in my head.” Kitten looked towards Carlisle. All the voices sounded familiar. “Ones that sound like Emmett and Edward as well as the others.” She paused focusing on the sound of the voices for a moment. “Edward is furious about...me? The others don’t seem to have any idea I’ve been turned,” she looked around from the doctor to her best friend and then back at the door where she could hear the voices coming from.
“I was unsure you would wake up.” Doctor Cullen started watching in awe as tears gathered in Kitten’s eyes. As if she had some kind of control over if she woke up or not. “If your body rejected my venom and you died there was no point gathering everyone and getting their hopes up.” He explained albit bluntly leaving Kitten feeling hurt and Rose to glare at him knowing he could have been more delicate. Suddenly electricity started to bounce around on her hands as voices got closer. Esme entering her room with Edward taleing behind her looking angry.
“What is this?” Edward demanded his thoughts no less demanding and furious. Kitten studied him unsure as to why he was so angry about her having been turned. She had been part of the family for almost a year now, shouldn’t he be happy they have a new family member? Not furious that she seemed to have been changed. His hostile thoughts left Kitten with an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach and the electricity to glow even more from her hands.
“You know what this is” Rosalie spat unkindly, her own thoughts unkind towards Edward and his hostile attitude. Leading Edward’s thoughts to become hostile towards Rose instead of towards Kitten. Fury built up in Kitten’s chest the longer she listened to his unkind thoughts towards both her and Rosalie.
“You have no right to think that about Rosalie!” Kitten snarled and the electricity that had just been bouncing around on her hands, bounced off her hand hitting Edward. Suddenly Edward was falling to his knees as if struck by lighting and in a way he had been, her emotions striking him down. Kitten quickly gasped and tucked her hands under her butt hopeful to prevent the electric charge from getting away from her agawin. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know that could happen!” Esme shook her head, looking at the young girl with a smile on her face.
“You don’t have to apologize,” Dr Cullen started. “You’re still technically a newborn, your powers are developing and not for certain in your control yet.” Carlisle spoke firmly looking towards Edward having no sympathy for his son in this case. “He knows that.”
“Exactly why she can’t stay!” Edward was slowly regaining his footing, stumbling a bit as he got back to his feet glaring at the bed. “She’ll hurt Bella!” he exclaimed annoyed.
“Excuse me!” Her voice went ignored as Rosalie squawked indignantly in her friends honnor, completely insulted that he would imply she’d hurt Bella
“Excuse me!” Her voice went ignored as Rosalie squawked indignantly in her friends honnor, completely insulted that he would imply she’d hurt Bella.
“We are responsible for her! Carlisle changed her!” Rose argued over her friend. The idea of having to send her friend away too much for Rosalie. So she gave the only argument she could think of that might be supported by Carlisle and Esme though her friend sat on the bed wishing to defend herself.
“She isn’t even one of us for sure!” Edward yelled. “She could be dangerous to all of us! What do you know about her! You see her violet eyes!”
“I’m not going to hurt Bella!” Kitten rose her voice hoping to get both their attention and it worked. Rose and Edward both fell silent turning to look at her. Edward was looking at her with more of a glare though. “The idea of blood is repulsive and I know how important Bella is to this family.” she continued lowering her voice back down to a dull roar. Kitten finally pulled her hands out from under her checking and making sure the electric charge was gone and letting out a relieved sigh when it was.
“You come first love,” Esme spoke softly shocking Edward and Carlisle. Everyone knew how Esme felt about Bella and how strongly she wanted nothing to happen to her. So to hear that she put someone else before Bella was shocking. “But I know you would never hurt Bella.”
“SHe just electrocuted me!”
“Exactly! A shock like that could kill Bella!” Edward continued to yell directly in her face causing her to begin to get upset.
“Stop yelling at me!!” Kitten shouted back, her eyes beginning to tint red the more upset she became. Esme set her hand on her shoulder hoping to calm the girl back down not wanting to find out what happened when her eyes turned red. “I’m not going to hurt anyone!” Rose set her hand on Kitten’s knee, hoping the added touch would calm her down.
“How do you know?” Edward lowered his voice, not wanting to be on the receiving end of her red eyes and whatever that could possibly mean but still. His voice remained unkind and bitter.
“Because unless Bella attacks me, I know I won’t hurt her.”Kitten’s eyes slowly faded back to violet the loved one’s touches helping her calm down. She took a deep breath allowing the calmness to wave through her and ease the stress for the moment.
“Look you’re the one that wants to eat her all the damn time! I just want to exist in the same dame house sometimes!” Kitten growled frustratedly at Edward.Rose snickered receiving a scolding look from her mother and father but she didn’t care. It was funny, she was right. Edward was the one that had the problem with not draining Bella on the spot every time he saw her. And he was around her all the time! Kitten just wanted to exist around her while she was at the house sometimes.
“I’m not going to harm her! How dare you!” Edward hissed as he looked at the newborn. Sure she was a hybrid of sorts but she was still a newborn and that meant that she didn’t have complete control over all of herself. Though she had calmed down letting Edward remain upset with her while she took the blueberries that Esme had brought in for her. She shoved a handful into her mouth. Giving herself a moment to breathe.
“Then were even and you can calm the hell down about me existing.”Kitten hummed shoving another handful into her mouth. Her cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk as she did so, letting herself kind of ignore Edward and the glare on his face. They were good blueberries and she was hungry. Esme looked thrilled that she was enjoying the fruit and Carlisle looked on in awe as she ate.
“What if the others want you gone?”
“What if you stopped asking what if questions?” She shot back at Edward rolling her eyes finally fed up with his hypothetical situations.
“Too bad.” Rose snapped. “If the others have a problem they’ll get over it.”
“I have nowhere else to go. If the others don’t want me…``she trailed off the mere idea of being so fully rejected stung to the core. It wasn’t that she wasn’t used to being rejected, her father rejected her on a nightly basis. Kids at school all shunned her, that’s how she became friends with Rosalie. Rose was the only person who would talk to her without shame. But if all of the other Cullen’s who she was known to have friendships with were to suddenly reject her because she was immortal now, it would be difficult to manage.
“We want you,” Esme spoke softly rubbing Kitten’s arm lightly. Kitten knew she would always be loved by Esme no matter the situation. “What the others want is irrelevant.” She hummed shaking her head. Kitten looked at her sadness filling her eyes. What if the others didn’t want her? She was going to have to find some other place to live if that became the case.
“I don’t want to be hated by everyone but you, Carlisle and rose.” she sighed heavily looking over at Carlisle and then at Rose.
“Emmett could never hate you, I can’t see Jasper being against you either.” Rosalie reassured her friend hoping to ease some of the pain she could see in her eyes. “Alice has always loved you, I’m sure Edward is on his own,” Suddenly as if hearing their names all three of them appeared in the office wearing frowns.
“We heard yelling.” Emmet spoke first a slow smile coming to his face when he spotted Kitten on the bed. She was after all not just Rosalie’s best friend but his as well. So he was always over excited to see her. “No one told me Kit was here!” he rushed in before anyone could stop him and wrapped her up in a bear hug (his favorite thing to do). Kitten giggled and wrapped her arms back around Emmett appreciating the warmth (metaphorically speaking) of the hug.