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Isabella "Bella" Swan (_bella) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Everything happened so fast, that even if she had known it was coming, she wouldn't have been able to process it. One moment she was calling for help, the next there was something slipping between her throat and the vampire at her neck. The girl was pulled back and away with such suddenness that it took her breath away—or it would have had Bella not exerted it all on screaming for help. She didn't even have time to stop her struggling away from the tiny monster, and would have fallen had there not already been an arm there to catch her. She blinked, dazed and confused when everything finished, and looked up with wide, bewildered eyes, at her savior. The cool air was made sharp against the slick spittle and blood covered wound of her neck, and her hand instantly went to cover it. It wouldn't have been so bad if she'd held still, but because she'd tried to free herself, the wound was slightly more severe than a simple set of two neat puncture wounds, and thus continued to bleed as she held her hand to it. As shocked as she was, the smell of her own blood mixed with the cool air around her, and turned her stomach when she smelled it filling her short shallow breaths. This sent her head reeling slightly, and only added to the already terrible situation. She had to force herself to inhale through her mouth, something that didn't help her panic. It was all so distracting that she didn't even realize Carlisle had spoken to the girl until she heard that horrible little voice again, and she gripped onto Carlisle instinctively, her head ducking further behind him.

Instincts aside, things weren't adding up for Bella, and the sound of the small child sent a jolt through her, causing her panic stricken limbs to move. She tried to scramble up onto her feet with even less grace than she could normally muster, slipping more than anything before she got her feet under her properly. She had been saved, yes, but for how long? The only thing her mind could get a solid grip on was that she had to get out of there, but the man's hold on her waist was making that difficult. She looked up at him again, his serene face ill fitting for the situation. It didn't make sense. None of this made sense, and it made her heart pound so hard that it was all she could hear now. She looked at his pale white skin, and it too was alarming. She forced herself to think, wanting nothing but escape, and finally forced herself up onto her feet, moving out of his hold and away. It should have been something easy, he hadn't been holding her as tightly as she'd first perceived, but her mind couldn't focus, and her limbs weren't working right, and all she could think was 'Run away'. Her feet managed 'back away slowly' instead, trying to watch the pair as she retreated, while still managing to get away.