Who: Bella Cullen. [Can be open to anyone who might be at her apartment.] What: Discovering the 'present' left by James When: Late evening, she's coming home Where: The Cullen apartment Rating: R, dead bodies Status: Complete, unless someone wants to join?
Bella had started to become nervous when she approached her apartment from a few blocks back. It wasn't hard to recognize James' sent, it was the new one in town that wasn't Jasper or Alice. Finding it on the way home, and then all the way to the building where she lived had her more than a little scared. When she got to the building, she was aware there was a trail of to and from the place. He'd been here, and now he was gone. Her cell phone was in her hands as she entered the building, moving at an inhuman speed. Separate texts were sent to Alice, Jasper and Edward respectively before she reached the floor that their place was on.
It was when she opened the door, the air from the hallway hitting her that she knew it was worse than what she had imagined. It was the smell of blood that stopped her in her tracks. Since her arrival in Los Angeles, she'd never come in contact with anyone who had been bleeding, she'd been so careful. The smell was absolutely mouth watering, but then there was something else on top of it. Something not quite right. It didn't smell like it should be, not fresh.
For a moment she stood frozen as a statue, staring at the wall in front of her. She wasn't breathing, she'd cut off her air supply the second it had hit her. How she managed to do that was still unknown to her. Slowly, even more slowly than she would move as a human, she looked around the corner. They were the only people on this floor, the upper level of the building was theirs, no neighbors to discover what she was now finding. No one but the residents of this floor ever came up this far.
The body was only a few feet away. She could see it all. The girl, probably not that far from Bella's age, the hair, the color of her eyes, her missing throat. And the note, addressed to her. James had been here, and left behind the girl. It took only a quarter of second to realize what was going on. He couldn't have her, so now he was taunting her, and killing humans that had similar traits. Or maybe he was just trying to piss off the vampires, and make it into a game. Either way. This was all because of her.
Her fault. This girl was dead because of her. It was exactly like some of her worst nightmares from when she as human. Only then, it had been the faces of people she knew. Angela, Mike, Sam's sweet Emily.
Bella didn't move from the doorway. She wanted to run, but she couldn't leave the girl. Maybe she just couldn't think. Was it possible for Vampires to go into shock. Her orange like eyes stared wide at the body of the girl, still not breathing. Her hands were clenched so fight against the door frame it would leave dents. She waited for this hysterics to come.
Since being turned, Bella had never had any reason to be upset, or to want to cry. She was waiting for it now, the hot tears that never came. But they weren't going to come, she didn't have any tears left, and Bella didn't know how to cry in this form. She didn't know how long she stared at body, pressed back against the wall. It seemed like forever since she'd taken a breath, but she didn't trust herself to breath. Eventually, she slid down the wall, sinking to the floor. She didn't know why, she was comfortable in whatever position she was, but it seemed appropriate some how.
Her eyes never stopped staring at the open ones of the girl who was dead. The color of them was almost like hers as a human. She didn't move from her ball on the floor, staring. She didn't look away, not even when her face crumpled as she learned what it was like for a vampire to cry.