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    Darkness Before The Dawn

    16. Freak Show

     

          Carlisle spoke a few minutes with Eleazar, and then Jasper and Emmett. Then he asked Edward and me if he could speak with us, and run his last test. We went to Carlisle’s study and took a seat.

    “First,” I want to test your reaction to blood Bella. Edward was nervous as Carlisle pulled out five vials of blood. Two of these are human, and three are animal. I would like to see what your sensitivity to different blood types.

    “Ok,” I said, suddenly feeling very nervous.

    “Edward, I want you to sit behind Bella. If she becomes uncontrolled, it will take both of us to control her. I have Emmett and Jasper alerted. If she is too strong for us, you’ll need to call for them. Edward nodded with a serious look on his face, and I suddenly become insecure about the whole thing. He took his seat behind me, and Carlisle, set up the vials on the desk in front of us.

    He opened the first vile, and pushed it towards me. “Just inhale Bella,” he said.

    I looked at the blood, and took a deep breath, inhaling the odor. I didn’t recognize the smell. The blood smelled warm, and appetizing, however it didn’t particularly cause me to feel thirsty, as the family referred to it. For some reason it reminded me of fried food, like chicken, or French-fries maybe. I couldn’t tell.

    “Do you have any reaction to it? Does the blood make your throat feel dry, or burn?” Carlisle asked.

     “I like the smell,” I answered, “It’s sort of like French-fries, but my throat doesn’t feel any different.”

    Carlisle opened the next vile. “Try this one,” he said.

    The next vile smelled, gamey and rich, and had a sweet, almost intoxicating smell. It seemed familiar somehow, and I breathed in deeper. It was a thick aroma of something wonderfully heavy in the air. I felt a slight sensation all over my body, and I suddenly felt my throat become dry and a little achy, it stung a bit.

    “Bella?” Carlisle asked.

    “It smells really good, I like the smell,” I said. “It makes my throat feel dry and it’s like I’m getting a sore throat, it stings. And it makes me feel, I don’t know, tingly?”

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