Isabella "Bella" Marie Cullen (nee. Swan) (bellsm) wrote in parabolical,
there was no concept of time, the idea was completely lost to her as she staid there. At times she was more aware of what was happening around her than others. Every now and then she'd realize someone was moving, or that something cool was touching her. Eventually, she did notice a change though. The pain became worse, slowly moving out of her lips, until the ache was much duller, and the fire was receding to just her finger tips and toes. She could still feel and hear her heart. And she laid there, it was becoming easier to notice a change in the beat. It was slowing. Was she dying? Was this finally it? Torture for so long and then that was it? But she she didn't feel like she was dying. At least, this didn't feel like the many other times she had been close to dying.
Now the pain was bearable, it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been. She felt like she was slowly becoming at ease as the pain was almost gone. The fact that her heart beat had slowed dramatically, to the point that it should be causing alarm, didn't seem to bother her. It gave her time to trying and concentrate on things around her. The sounds, and the feelings. The cloth under her hands felt like nothing she'd felt before. She could feel every piece of fiber, and it felt amazing against her skin.
Thump, went her heart. She tried to count again, and got to another few seconds before it thumped again, much to slow. She listened carefully, focusing on that, the pain already gone from her mind as the last of it melted away. She heard her heat beat once more in her chest, and then it was quiet, still. But she wasn't dead. Something felt off though. She was still alive, and yet she seemed to be missing something. Then she breathed in, filling her lungs with unneeded air, and inhaling for the first time with her new sense of smell. The smells were amazing, nothing she had ever realized before. Scents she knew, and most she didn't. Outside she could hear noises. Music, taking, yelling, cars driving by. But there was something new, something she'd never experienced before. A burning, a small ache in the back of her throat. A very strong thirst she wasn't use to having.
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked straight ahead, before she eased herself up, sweeping the room. She could hardly believe all the detail she had been missing. The change was complete, and her new eyes let her see everything. There was so much she had missed with her human eyes. Then her gaze fell on the person she knew was waiting for her. If her heart was still beating, she knew it would have been hammering in her chest. The burning aside, all she could do was stare at him. One of Bella's biggest fears was that when she was changed, she wouldn't want Edward the same way she had since she met him. That the thirst would be too much. But staring at him now, she didn't get what everyone was making a fuss about. He was perfect, the curve of his jaw, his hair, his entire being was the definition of perfection. And he was hers. She began to move toward him, reaching out to touch him, to explore his face with her new vision and ability to feel. How could she not always want him?