The Story of Sarelle (Twilight fan fiction)

Chapter 56 - A Big Mistake

I can't believe this is the end! Dx Well actually it's not the end because it's not the epilogue! So yay!! :D Anyway! Voting for the sequel's cover is almost over. ALMOST! You still have time to vote for your favorite! Yay! :D I have a feeling I will have to extend the time period to vote. Since not many people voted. -_- Please vote! Pretty please? I'll give you a cookie! :D I am really hyper! And trust me that is NOT a good thing! Especially since I also had A LOT of sugar! xD I hope you guys like the last chapter! (: - LongLiveMusic17

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Every ending is a new beginning - Proverb

I gasped as I took in the forest around me. My eyes had focussed instantly; they darted around the leafy green canopy above me. It was a patchwork of leaves all criss-crossing and layering over each other to produce varying shades of green, all backlit by the daylight sun. Everything was in perfect focus, sharp and defined. Even nature's dust and pollen that dances in the air was visible to my eyes.

I could feel all my senses coming back to me. They felt enhanced and amplified compared to my past self, my human self, the form of me that no longer existed and would never exist again.

I inhaled deeply and in a rush all the smells of the forest danced across my tongue. I could taste and smell: foliage, debris, soil, damp, sun, pollen, wood. The list was endless but each was discernable by my mind, adding to the intense sensory collision that buzzed through my brain. There was so much of everything.

Sights, smells, sounds, feelings.

My body was resting on the springy moss covered ground, and I could feel how it pressed into the ground. Every square millimetre was perfectly attuned to the feel of the world on my skin.

I focussed my hearing and marvelled at how I could hear every whisper of the wind, every small rustle of the leaves, even the beating sound of a bird flapping its wings a mile in the sky.

There was nothing that could escape my senses, and it gave me such a feeling of power.

I inhaled again, luxuriating in the way my mind worked, collecting and naming everything without any effort and within an instant. Everything with this mind was instantaneous. That was why no sooner had I smelt the scent than I ran with blistering lightning speed through the forest to find it. It promised a taste so sweet and so desirable that I could form no resistance to it. That heavy wet pounding sound was heavenly to my ears and my throat burned in anticipation.

Flames licked up the column and parched it until I was sure it was desiccated to the point of ash. Only that smell could quench it. It promised me it would stop the burning. It would ease my pain and make this unbelievable thirst feel like just a ghostly memory.

My feet were lithe and graceful as I dodged through the trees, never once losing my balance or clipping my skin. It was as if it was nothing more than a flat expanse open space instead of a rocky, muddy mess of cramped trees. The twigs and bracken that would have cut my feet now just tickled against the bare skin of my foot. The wind rushed against my face as each sinuous smooth movement carried me forward deeper into the greenery. It was almost effortless like water flowing over smooth stones.

My legs weaved me through the forest as my mind sifted through the smells that registered, but always focussed on that one sweet scent. It wasn't far away now and it had multiplied.