Well, due to the loss of my old files and info, I'm currently stumped in my other story (Hunter's Moon). So I decided to write this one while I figure the other out…Again. Takes place during New Moon. I've always liked the stories where Bella's a werewolf, so I decided to write my own twist.
Summary: AU-New Moon. Edward leaves, Bella's broken, and something's happening to her. She's changing and her life will never be the same. What happens when her world is completely flipped and she finds she's becoming a predator, only not the one she expected.
A few quick notes:
1. I will be doing this primarily in Bella's perspective, but if you want another perspective on a certain chapter or even upcoming ones, then you can request it; even then I will need a certain amount of requests to get me to do it, and some time too please.
2. I will not be writing from the very beginning of the book, but from a certain point where she will start to change. Although with the little excerpts I'm using you shouldn't have too much trouble following it… I hope.
3. In the first part of the following chapter the bold-italicized parts will be considered the actual excerpts from the books while the regular-text parts (under Add-ins) will be considered my stuff. No copyright infringement is intended (so please don't kill me, or worse, sue me. I'm just using it to show Bella's build up into her first transformation).
FOR THIS CHAPTER I WILL BE QUOTING SMALL EXCERPTS FROM THE BOOKS—AND I'M NOT CLAIMING THEM AS MINE. I'M JUST USING THEM TO HELP PLAY CATCH-UP WITH THE STORY UP TO THE POINT WHERE I'M WRITING (AND ALSO TO SHOW IMPORTANT EVENTS THAT WILL BE IMPORTANT IN THE FUTURE AS WELL AS MAKING THE STORY MORE COHESIVE WITH ADD-INS).
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight series, Stephenie Meyer does. I just enjoy playing with her stories. HAHAHA!
1. BUILDING UP
"How bad am I?"I asked
"You have a broken leg, four broken ribs, some cracks in your skull, bruises covering
every inch of your skin, and you've lost a lot of blood. They gave you a few transfusions. I
didn't like it – it made you smell all wrong for a while."
"That must have been a nice change for you."
"No, I like how you smell."
Excerpt from Twilight
Pages 459-460
"Hey, I'm sorry you had to come do this, Jacob," I apologized. "At any rate, you get your
parts, right?"
"Yeah," he muttered. He was still looking awkward… upset.
"There's more?" I asked in disbelief.
"Forget it," he mumbled, "I'll get a job and save the money myself."
Excerpt from Twilight
Page 492
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"…That and maybe a few more visits to the blood bank." He winced.
I had been glaring at him, but that last part caught me by surprise and my glare softened
into curiosity, "The blood bank?"
"Yeah, I gave blood to get some extra cash for the Rabbit fund. Apparently my blood type
is O-negative, and they are always happy to have that around…"
Jacob smirked, then started to whisper to me conspiratorially, "But don't tell my dad. I
don't think he'd like the idea of me being so close the where Dr. Cullen works." He said,
rolling his eyes to show how stupid he thought the whole thing was.
I couldn't help but smile at that, thankful, again, for his disbelief in the old Quileute
legends.
I nodded my head in agreement, "Don't worry Jacob, your secret is safe with me."
He let out an animated sigh and wiped away some imaginary sweat from his forehead,
"Good, now I won't have to kill you."
We both laughed, "Glad to hear that, I've had enough near-death experiences to last me
a lifetime… Besides, you never know, one day your blood might save someone's life."
He shrugged his shoulders, "Sure, sure. But now that I think about it, maybe I won't give
anymore…" he said with a disgusted look on his face, "I really hate needles."
I could understand that completely, needles make me feel sick—especially when they're in
me.
"Now enough side-tracking. What was the rest Jacob?"
"Shoot," I muttered when the paper sliced my finger; I pulled it out to examine the damage. A
single drop of blood oozed from the tiny cut.
It all happened very quickly then.
"No!" Edward roared.
He threw himself at me, flinging me back across the table. It fell, as I did, scattering the cake
and the presents, the flowers and the plates. I landed in the mess of shattered crystal.
Jasper slammed into Edward, and the sound was like the crash of boulders in a rock slide.
There was another noise, a grisly snarling that seemed to be coming from deep in Jasper's
chest. Jasper tried to shove past Edward, snapping his teeth just inches from Edward's face.
Excerpt from New Moon
Pages 28-29
In a quick and supple motion, he pulled me up from the ground and into his arms.
I hung there, limp, as he loped swiftly, through the wet forest. Some part of me knew this
should upset me—being carried away by a stranger. But there was nothing left in me to
upset.
It didn't seem like too much time passed before there were lights and the deep babble of many
male voices. Sam Uley slowed as he approached the commotion.
"I've got her!" he called in a booming voice.
The babble ceased, and then picked up again with more intensity. A confusing swirl of faces
moved over me. Sam's voice was the only one that made sense in the chaos, perhaps because
my ear was against his chest.
"No, I don't think she's hurt," he told someone. "She just keeps saying 'He's gone.'"
Excerpt from New Moon
Page 76
"If this is how you're going to react, I'll freak out more often." Jacob's voice was light, normal
again, and his laughter rumbled against my ear. His fingers touched my hair, soft and
tentative.
Well, it was friendship for me.
I pulled away quickly, laughing with him, but determined to put things back in perspective at once.
"It's hard to believe I'm two years older than you," I said, emphasizing the world older. "You
make me feel like a dwarf." Standing this close to him, I really had to crane my neck to see his
face.
"You're forgetting I'm in my forties, of course."
"Oh, that's right."
Excerpt from New Moon
Page 179
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Seeing the look of annoyance on my face, he quickly added, "Though, in your defense, you
have gotten taller since prom."
I scoffed and playfully punched his shoulder, "Really Jacob, you don't have to try and repair
my damaged ego, I know I'm short."
Jacob looked incredulous for a moment and sniffed, "I'm serious. It's not like you've turned
into a giant or anything, but you're definitely taller… I'd say," He looked at me appraisingly
—which made me feel immediately self-conscious, "At least an inch and a half, give or take."
Still skeptical, and looking to disprove his claims, I immediately turned and stepped toward
the driver's side-view mirror. I studied myself critically, probably for the first time since…
Instinctively, my hand jerked towards the hole in my chest as the memories of him
threatened to surface, but I quickly pushed those thoughts away and recovered, hopefully
before Jacob could notice.
Now that I was actually looking, I did seem taller, and thinner too—which could probably be
contributed to the zombie-like state I'd been in for the last several months—though,
thankfully, I wasn't anorexic/bulimic thin.
Thinking back, I fleetingly remembered re-adjusting the mirrors on my truck several times,
but hadn't thought anything of it.
And now, looking down at my clothes, I noticed the nearly subtle lack of length and
wondered why I'd never noticed it before. I realized then that I'd been just as oblivious to
the state of my body as I'd been to everything else.
"Wow, when did that happen?" I mumbled, though loud enough for Jacob to overhear me.
"You mean you really hadn't noticed? Geez Bells, how've you been getting yourself ready in
the mornings, aren't there any mirrors in your house?"
I tried to think of a clever comeback, but ended up turning around and just sticking my
tongue out at him, which made him double over laughing while I pouted and crossed my arms.
Still laughing, he reached over and patted me on the head. "Hey don't feel bad, you're still like
a little doll," he teased. "A porcelain doll."
I rolled my eyes and tried, but failed, to suppress the smile that was spreading across my face
as I took another step away. "Let's not start with the albino cracks now."
"I would invite myself in, since we're early," he said as we pulled up next to my truck. "But I think
you might be right about the fever. I'm starting to feel a little… strange."
"Oh no, not you, too! Do you want me to drive you home?"
"No." He shook his head, his eyebrows pulling together. "I don't feel sick yet. Just… wrong. If I
have to, I'll pull over."
"Will you call me as soon as you get in?" I asked anxiously.
"Sure, sure." He frowned, staring ahead into the darkness and biting his lip.
I opened my door to get out, but he grabbed my wrist lightly and held me there. I noticed again
how hot his skin felt on mine.
"What is it, Jake?" I asked.
"There's something I want to tell you, Bella… But I think it's going to sound kind of corny."
I sighed. This would be more of the same from the theater. "Go ahead."
"It's just that, I know how you're unhappy a lot. And maybe it doesn't help anything, but I
wanted you to know that I'm always here. I won't ever let you down—I promise that you can
always count on me. Wow, that does sound corny. But you know that, right? That I would
never, ever hurt you?"
"Yeah Jake. I know that. And I already do count on you, probably more than you know."
Excerpt from New Moon
Pages 217-218
My knees buckled under me, and I fell onto my hands, sobs building in my throat.
I knew I needed to leave, and leave now. How long would the wolves chase Laurent before they
doubled back for me? Or would Laurent turn on them? Would he be the one that came looking?
I couldn't move at first, though; my arms and legs were shaking, and I didn't know how to get
back to my feet.
My mind couldn't move past the fear, the horror or the confusion. I didn't understand what I'd
just witnessed.
A vampire should not have run from overgrown dogs like that. What good would their teeth be
against his granite skin?
And the wolves should have given Laurent a wide berth. Even if their extraordinary size had taught
them to fear nothing, it still made no sense that they would pursue him. I doubted his icy marble
skin would smell anything like food. Why would they pass up something warm-blooded and weak
like me to chase after Laurent?
I couldn't make it add up.
Excerpt from New Moon
Page 245
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And what had been even more confusing and terrifying was that there was a moment—right
before my legs lost their ability to support me—when I'd wanted to run after Laurent and…
What did I want to run after him for? To save him? No, that thought never crossed my mind.
Was I becoming suicidal? That possibility sent a shudder through me. No, contrary to my recent
choices in activities, I didn't want to die.
No, it was something else. Something more… savage.
It was like I wanted to chase after him and rip his throat out.
Rip his throat out? Oh God, I was going crazy. "You're not going crazy Bella." My sweet
delusions assured me.
"Says the voice in my head." I mentally, and weakly, snapped back—and mentally added the fact
that I was answering said voice.
What was I thinking? I wasn't a vampire. I was barely even human right now—I was a hole in
the ground.
Sure, when Jacob was around his light would brighten the darkness in me a little making me
feel like I wasn't so empty. But just as the sun must set, as soon as Jacob was gone, I would
plunge back into that deep darkness.
A cold breeze whipped through the meadow, but I didn't even shiver. I knew it was cold, but it
just didn't seem to affect me—I was probably in shock—but it was enough to freak me out as I
scrambled to my feet.
I felt better in the fringe of the trees, where Sam couldn't possibly be watching. As we walked, I
struggled for the right thing to say, but nothing came. I just got more and more angry that Jacob
had gotten sucked in… that Billy had allowed this… that Sam was able to stand there so assured
and calm….
Jacob suddenly picked up the pace, striding ahead of me easily with his long legs, and then
swinging around to face me, planting himself in my path so I would have to stop too.
I was distracted by the overt grace of his movement. Jacob had been nearly as klutzy as me with
his never-ending growth spurt. When did that change?
But Jacob didn't give me time to think about.
"Let's get this over with," he said in a hard, husky voice. I waited. He knew what I wanted.
"It's not what you think." His voice was abruptly weary.
Excerpt from New Moon
Page 265
"Then who should I blame?" I retorted.
He halfway smiled; it was a bleak, twisting thing.
"You don't want to hear that."
"The hell I don't!" I snapped. "I want to know, and I want to know now."
"You're wrong," he snapped back.
"Don't you dare tell me I'm wrong—I'm not the one who got brainwashed! Tell me now whose fault
this all is, if it's not your precious Sam!"
"You asked for it," he growled at me, eyes glinting hard. "If you want to blame someone, why don't
you point your finger at those filthy, reeking bloodsuckers that you love so much?"
Excerpt from New Moon
Pages 266-267
"Give him a chance to calm down," Edward's voice insisted.
I shook my head in confusion. "You're being ridiculous," I told them both.
"Fine," Jacob answered, breathing deeply again. "I won't argue it with you. It doesn't matter
anyway, the damage is done."
"What damage?"
He didn't flinch as I shouted the words in his face.
Excerpt from New Moon
Page 269
His eyes were tortured. "I'm not good enough to be your friend anymore, or anything else. I'm not
what I was before. I'm not good."
"What?" I stared at him, confused and appalled. "What are you saying? You're much better than I
am, Jake. You are good! Who told you that you aren't? Sam? It's a vicious lie, Jacob! Don't let him
tell you that!" I was suddenly yelling again.
Excerpt from New Moon
Page 272
Charlie was waiting on the porch. As I rolled to a stop, he walked out to meet me.
"Billy called. He said you got in a fight with Jake—said you were pretty upset," he explained as he
opened my door for me.
Then he looked at my face. A kind of horrified recognition registered in his expression. I tried to feel
my face from the inside out, to know what he was seeing. My face felt empty and cold, and I
realized what it would remind him of.
"That's not exactly how it happened," I muttered.
Charlie put his arm around me and helped me out of the car. He didn't comment on my sodden
clothes.
Excerpt from New Moon
Pages 273-274
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However he did flinch back where his hand met my arm. His eyes opened wider, "Bella! You're
burning up!"
This surprised me, but didn't change the tone of my voice, "Really? I don't feel hot, I'm freezing."
I said and a tremor passed through me as if to my body wanted to prove it true.
"I guess I shouldn't have stood out in the rain for so long."
This spurred Charlie forward as he hurried us towards the house, mumbling his fears that I
was coming down with something.
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"Then what did happen?" he asked when we were inside. He pulled the afghan off the back of the
sofa as he spoke and wrapped it around my shoulders. I realized I was shivering still.
My voice was lifeless. "Sam Uley says Jacob can't be my friend anymore."
Charlie shot me a strange look. "Who told you that?"
"Jacob," I stated, though that wasn't exactly what he'd said. It was still true.
Charlie's eyebrows pulled together. "You really think there's something wrong with the Uley kid?"
"I know there is. Jacob wouldn't' tell me what, though." I could hear the water from my clothes
dripping to the floor and splashing on the linoleum. "I'm going to go change."
Charlie was lost in thought. "Okay," he said absently.
Excerpt from New Moon
Page 274
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I decided to take a shower because I was so dirty from the little walk through the woods
earlier. Also, I hoped that the water would warm me up since I felt so cold—strangely, the
cold didn't seem to originate from the water that weighed my clothes down.
I felt a cold hollowness inside me, as if a freezing wind was blowing through my hole-riddled
body, icing over everything it touched. I couldn't even feel the chill from the water to begin
with… My body was probably still in a state of shock from the events of the last week. I hadn't
felt any of the usual cold weather that forks was famous for this time of year.
The hot water didn't help the temperature of my skin; I'd even turned off the cold water in
hopes of some sort of reprieve from the bone chill I felt. I felt… wrong. Either way, it had no
effect and I was still freezing—yet not freezing—as I shut the water off and got out of the
shower. Maybe I really was coming down with something… ugh.
I looked in the mirror, trying to see if I looked as bad as I felt. My eyes widened as a gasp
escaped my lips. Momentarily forgetting the worse of the cold that I felt, my eyes traveled up
the familiar stranger looking back at me from the mirror.
I looked… different. My body looked leaner and I could actually make out the subtle lines of
muscles beneath the surface of my pale skin. My face was slightly more angular than it had
been before. I looked like how I'd always pictured myself ending up whenever Renee would
start another crazy diet and exercise programs—before she would lose interest and start her
next scheme—and not gaining any of the benefits of our labors. I looked almost like I could
pass for beautiful... maybe. On top of all that, I had grown at least another inch; I guessed
that I was somewhere around 5' 7" now.
How the hell hadn't I noticed any of the changes that were so obviously noticeable? I knew the
answer even though it stunned me to realize it. I just hadn't taken the time to look. I had been
so wrapped up in hanging out with Jacob and finding my next adrenaline-induced hallucination
that the rest of the time had become a blur—thinking back on all the other things I'd missed
over the last several months, I guess I should've started getting over the obvious loss of all
my observational skills. I sighed, well on the bright side, at least all of that hiking with Jacob
had given me some sort of pay off.
Thinking of Jacob in the past tense made the raw edges of the new hole in my chest ache and
throb, and I winced; my hands clenching the sides of the sink as I comforted myself again with
the fact that it wasn't as bad as losing… Him. Now both holes were hurting, but I could barely
feel the Jacob hole anymore.
I resisted the urge to roll up in a ball and slowly regained some form of composure. I
straightened up and exited the bathroom.
In the sudden quiet, I could hear Charlie talking to someone downstairs.
I'd cried myself to sleep over this boy. His harsh rejection had punched a painful new hole in what
was left of my chest. He'd left a new nightmare behind him, like an infection in a sore—the insult
after the injury. And now he was here in my room, smirking at me as if none of that had passed.
Worse than that, even though his arrival had been noisy and awkward, it reminded me of when
Edward used to sneak in through my window at night, and the reminder picked viciously at the
unhealed wounds.
All of this, coupled with the fact that I was dog-tired, did not put me in a friendly mood.
"Get out!" I hissed, putting as much venom into the whisper as I could.
He blinked, his face going blank with surprise.
"No," he protested. "I came to apologize."
"I don't accept!"
I tried to shove him back out the window—after all, if this was a dream, it wouldn't really hurt him.
Excerpt from New Moon
Pages 280-281
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The next thing I knew, I felt a sudden burst of energy that had Jacob staggering back and
nearly falling out the window. Surprise was written all over his face as he grabbed a hold of
the window frame and righted himself, pushing against my outstretched arms.
The burst of sudden energy in me faded and I dropped my hands quickly and took a few steps
away from him. I hadn't realized it but he wasn't wearing a shirt, though the air blowing
around outside had to have been cold enough to make him shiver.
I sleepily wondered why it didn't affect me at all; I barely felt it, but I did notice Jacob's
temperature. He still felt hot, like he still had a fever, but thankfully it wasn't as hot as before.
But he didn't look sick, he looked huge. He leaned over me, so big that he blacked out the
window, tongue-tied by my furious reaction and I'm guessing the sudden ferocity of my
pushing. He rubbed his bare chest absently where my hands had been.
"Geez Bells, have you been working out or something? That actually kinda hurt." I was still
mad enough to feel some sense of accomplishment—and satisfaction—at having hurt him,
even if it was only a little, and would have said some choice words, but then I felt so brutally
tired that I thought I might collapse right there on the spot. I started swaying and could barely
keep my eyes open as I felt Jacob catch my elbow, "Bella?"
I continued to sway as he steered me back to my bed and my legs finally gave out as we
reached the edge. I landed face first onto the bed, my breath coming in and out in little gasps.
I couldn't seem to find any strength at the moment and felt worse than when I'd first gone to
bed.
He touched my forearm and then pulled his hand quickly back, his eyes widening in shock.
"Damn, you're burning up! You must be coming down with something."
Great on top of everything else, dad had been right about me getting sick. With my luck it was
probably Ebola. I let out a weak laugh, "Yeah, maybe it's the same thing you got."
Immediately Jacob's face turned into back to the hard mask I'd seen earlier today.
"Not likely," he said angrily as his body trembled, making the bed vibrate. I tried to push myself
up, but could only manage to get my arms up beside my head. I groaned.
"Hey, are you okay?" Jacob asked as he hovered over me, worry creasing his forehead.
I struggled to turn my head to look up at him—I felt so drained—the tears, not yet dried on my
cheeks, smeared across my comforter. "Why in the world would I be okay, Jacob?"
Anguish replaced some of the bitterness in his face. "Right," he agreed, and took a deep breath.
"Crap. Well… I—I'm so sorry, Bella." The apology was sincere, no doubt about it. I decided to
change position so that I could see his face better. I tried to roll myself over, but wherever that
burst of energy had come from had taken all of my strength with it. Jacob saw me struggling to
move and must have realized what I wanted because he gently lifted me so that I was now
laying on my side, which made seeing his face a lot easier.
"Thanks, Jake."
There was still an angry twist to his features but he allowed a small smile to escape.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question about that?" he asked, still sarcastic. "I've been dying to know."
"A question about what?" I asked warily.
"About the vampire story I told you."
I stared at him with guarded eyes, unable to answer. He asked his question anyway.
"Did you honestly not know?" he asked me, his voice turning husky. "Was I the one who told you
what he was?"
How did he know this? Why did he decide to believe, why now? My teeth clenched together. I
stared back at him, no intention of speaking. He could see that.
"See what I mean about loyalty?" he murmured, even huskier now. "It's the same for me, only
worse. You can't imagine how tight I'm bound…."
I didn't like that—didn't like the way his eyes closed as if he were in pain when he spoke of being
bound. More than dislike—I realized I hated it, hated anything that caused him pain. Hated it fiercely.
Sam's face filled my mind.
For me, this was all essentially voluntary. I protected the Cullens' secret out of love; unrequited,
but true. For Jacob, it didn't seem to be that way.
Excerpt from New Moon
Pages 286-287
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Picturing Sam's face made something stir in me, with it came a hatred so fierce that it burned
in my chest like a white-hot flame. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to crack Sam's
skull open and show him his brain as I licked the blood from my teeth.
I shuddered at the viciousness the images spoke of, I was seriously losing it. I found that with
that anger I'd gained enough strength to sit up on the bed. As I sat up I tried to calm myself
down.
"Isn't there any way for you to get free?" I could only manage a seething whisper, as I
touched the rough edge at the back of his shorn hair; my hands were shaking so bad that I
made it brief.
His hands began to tremble too, but he didn't open his eyes. "No. I'm in this for life. A life
sentence." A bleak laugh. "Longer, maybe."
"No, Jake" I moaned, my anger dissipating as the energy buzz began to wear off. "What if we
ran away? Just you and me. What if we left home, and left Sam behind?"
"It's not something I can run away from, Bella," he whispered. "I would run with you, though,
if I could." His shoulders were shaking now, too. He took a deep breath. "Look, I've got to leave."
I glared at him, "Why?"
He looked uncomfortable from the look I was giving him so I took a deep breath and tried to
soften my eyes. He seemed to relax.
"For one thing, you look like you're going to pass out any second… and seem a little grouchy.
You need your sleep—I need you firing on all pistons. You're going to figure this out, you have
to."
"And why else?"
He frowned. "I had to sneak out—I'm not supposed to see you. They've got to be wondering
where I am." His mouth twisted. "I suppose I should go let them know."
The anger began to build again, "You don't have to tell them anything," I hissed.
Jacob sighed, "All the same, I will."
The anger that I was feeling flashed white hot again inside me. "I hate them!"
There was something stuck in my throat, choking me. I tried to swallow it down, but it was lodged
there, unmoving. I tried to spit it out.
"Werewolf," I gasped.
Yes, that was the word that I was choking on.
The whole world lurched, tilting the wrong way on its axis.
What kind of a place was this? Could a world really exist where ancient legends went wandering
around the borders of tiny, insignificant towns, facing down mythical monsters? Did this mean
every impossible fairy tale was grounded somewhere in absolute truth? Was there anything sane
or normal at all, or was everything magic and ghost stories?
I clutched my head my head in my hands, trying to keep it from exploding.
Excerpt from New Moon
Pages 293-294
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Suddenly I felt hot. Very hot! I needed air, and the air blowing through the window wasn't
enough. Still clutching my head, I checked the clock, it was way too early; it'd only been a
half hour since Jacob had left. Charlie wouldn't even be up for another two hours.
I slowly staggered over to the door and down the stairs as quietly as I could with my head
feeling like it was splitting in two. All the time there was a small, dry voice in the back of my
mind asking me what thebig deal was. Hadn't I already accepted the existence of vampires
long ago—and without all the hysterics that time?
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Exactly, I wanted to scream back at the voice. Wasn't one myth enough for anyone, enough for a
lifetime?
Besides, there'd never been one moment that I wasn't completely aware that Edward Cullen—wince
—was above and beyond the ordinary. It wasn't such a surprise to find out what he was—because
he so obviously was something.
But Jacob? Jacob, who was just Jacob, and nothing more than that? Jacob, my friend? Jacob, the
only human I'd ever been able to relate to….
And he wasn't even human.
I fought the urge to scream again.
Excerpt from New Moon
Page 294
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I rushed out the door, not bothering to close it behind me and ran for the woods. I was already
about ten feet in when a sense of déjà vu had me stopping hard…
"Not this place." I spoke in a hoarse whisper. I turned slowly to be certain of where I was,
and found that I'd been right. This was where the black hole in my chest was made. This is
where Edward told me he didn't love me… that he was leaving forever.
Immediately I fell to my knees, cut my hand on a sharp rock, curled into the fetal position, and
shut my eyes as tight as I could ignoring the growing stench of my blood running freely onto
my pajama top.
The hole in my chest flared to life with all the pain I'd felt since that fateful day. My head still
felt like a bomb had went off, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. I almost
welcomed the pain in my head. At least it was bearable.
What did all this say about me?
I knew the answer to that one. It said that there was something deeply wrong with me. Why
else would my life be filled with characters from horror movies? Why else would I care so much
about them that it would tear big chunks right out of my chest when they went off along their
mythical ways?
Suddenly, the flames from earlier exploded into bright life in my chest and in my head everything
spun and shifted, something was rearranging so fast that it was almost physically painful but
ended up feeling more like someone was pouring Novocain and acid into my body all at the
same time. Somewhere there was the sound of something tearing.
There was no cult—another tear. There had never been a cult, never been a gang—tear. No,
it was much worse than that. It was a pack—my body jerked out of the ball I'd been curled into,
and my body was trembling violently. A pack of five mind-blowingly gigantic, multihued
werewolves that had stalked right past me in Edward's meadow….
The screams I'd been suppressing all this time finally came out, scaring animals living in the
trees and birds into flight. It wasn't just a scream of terror, but one of all the anguish,
incredulity, injustice, heartbreak, anger,stress, and yes the fear, that I'd been feeling ever
since Edward left me here to rot while he happily chased his distractions.
As I screamed I felt a ripple in the air, that reminded me of heat coming off hot asphalt, and
suddenly there was an explosion inside of me. And I felt something soft raining down all
around me along with the loudest animal cry I'd ever heard—as if it was being tortured slowly
but brutally.
Finally, fear snapped me out of my pain and jumped up out of my position on the wet ground.
I felt disoriented as I looked around for what had made that horrific, bloodcurdling sound. Only
one thought went through my mind, Victoria. She'd finally come for me and had ran across some
poor animal that had gotten in her way.
My survival instincts kicked into full gear and I was running.
Soon after, I thought I heard someone yelling my name frantically from far away. Charlie must
have heard me scream and woke up. But if Victoria was somewhere around here then I wasn't
going to let Victoria find me anywhere near him. I sped up.
The extra adrenaline had my senses working in overdrive. I seemed to hear everything around
me and I could somehow see everything as clear as day even though dawn was still several
hours away. It also seemed to push all other thoughts out of my head, so I didn't notice at first
that I was moving way too fast, or the fact that I wasn't running headlong into any of the trees
that were zooming past me—or tripping over anything for the first time in my life for that matter…
And the biggest thing that I didn't notice was the fact that I seem to be running on all fours.
My mind caught up to me and I skidded along the damp forest floor, trying to stop, while a thick
tree loomed up in front of me. My mind mentally braced itself for the impact that would surely kill
me at the speed I was going…
It never came.
I felt something else take over as my body reflexively crouched low and I felt my muscles coil
and tighten until I felt like a too-wound spring. Suddenly the spring released and I was flying
at the tree, paws first… wait, paws...?
I hit the tree with what had to be the equivalent to the force of a wrecking ball. Unfazed by the
impact I easily jumped off the side of the tree, coming to an immediate halt about fifteen feet
away from the tree—and amazingly didn't lose my balance even once.
Behind me I heard the huge tree creak and groan followed by an extremely loud cracking sound
as gravity took it—I felt the impact as it rumbled through the ground. I looked back at the
ancient tree, looking for signs of rot. I found none.
I was thinking clearly again, so I realized that something was definitely wrong. First off, as I'd
noticed during my amazing leap, I had paws. I looked back down again… yep, paws.
They were huge, about the size of dinner plates and protruding from them were claws so sharp
they made Cutco knives look dull (AN: FYI, Cutco claims to have the sharpest knives in the
world, so I used it). They were connected to stocky, muscular legs that were covered in
soft-looking glossed black fur. I noticed a piece of cloth hanging from around my neck—my
blood-stained spaghetti strap pajama top. Even as overwhelmed as I was, it was annoying me.
Panicking, I tried to take stock of any other changes. I turned my head and noticed that my legs
weren't the only furry thing. I was covered from head to… I gulped… tail in it. There was a subtle
pattern that almost completely blended in with the black coat.
My body was lithe and muscular and moved fluidly, no movement seemed to be without a
purpose. I felt power coursing through every part of my transformed body, and that power
frightened me.
I did the only rational thing… I screamed.
Well, how is it so far? I'm sorry for all the excerpts but they served their purpose. I personally liked the build-up effect they added to it. Don't worry, I won't be using them anymore, but you will be seeing familiar dialogue every once in a while. So, do you think I did a good job describing her build up and transformation throughout this chapter? Since I didn't have much information on what a shape-shifter's first transformation actually feels like, I opted for the inverse of what a vampire feels. Instead of burning and pain, they feel cold and numb. Any guess to what happened to make her transform? I thought I made it pretty obvious, but hey, I may be wrong. Anyway, press the button below and review. I'm going to hold the next chapter captive until I get a few. How about 4 reviews since over 4,000 of the words are mine (almost 7,000 words in total).
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