you're born of a jackal - you're beautiful

seth/jane

she was born to destroy him


His scent, like soil and loam, like heat and damp, like all things living, all things of pounding heart and panting breath, all things wild and free and joyous, all things strange and foreign and alien to her, assaults her senses at every turn. She's surrounded by him, drowning in him, in the flash of goldentan fur, caught in the crook of a twiggy branch, in the sound of a primal, wild howl, animal and predator, even more than she is, in the space between breaths, the time it takes rich, deep chocolate eyes to meet ruby-amber-garnet-blood ones.

"I'm Seth! Who're you?"

"...Jane."

Seth smiled that sweet, innocent smile at Jane, and blinked those wide, innocent eyes and she knew she'd be the one to ruin him.


His voice, like the crackle of fire, like the soft curve of a cloud, heavy with rainfall and thunder that doesn't know it's thunder yet, boyish earnest purity, caught somewhere between too-big feet and too-long hair, shown in movements that are somehow clumsy and liquid - his voice collides with hers, her tones of bell and windchimes, her sweet little-girl lilts, her tiptoeing movements, like a tiny ballerina, a little dancer, a sugar-candy-lollipop-and-poison princess. Her hands, ice-white and elegant, like a handful of snow, like a fistful of bones, glow like moonlight against his oak-hued, wind-and-rain roughened skin. She coaxes him, she teases him, she makes him howl like the wolf he can't escape from, the sounds midnight and dark, too dark to come out of such a shining, light-born creature.

"Never met anyone like you, Jane...anyone..."

"...I know."

Seth nuzzled into the curve of Jane's neck and enveloped her tiny body in his arms and she knew she'd be the one to kill him.


His taste, like earth and rock, like dirt and filth, floods her mouth in a burning, flaming rush, the lifeforce of a wild beast, a creature bred of storms and sunlight, dripping from the teeth of a demon made of fire and night who was born to destroy him. She digs her nails into his too-warm skin and plunges her teeth into where his too-fast pulse is beating and drains him dry, sucks every last howl and smile and laugh and word out of him. Long hair tangles, dark and thick around her frail, shaking shoulders as she does her duty, as she exterminates the menace, as she reasserts her value, her might, her power, because she's so much more powerful than this sonofabitch wolf, this mangy fleabitten mongrel puppy, this child who let himself believe she loved him. And she curls her fists into the dirt beneath them as the sun comes up, and she gasps for breath she doesn't need and she kisses his ivory face, as pale as hers is, with lips stained cherry-red with his blood as the sun comes up and lights her on fire with the glittering and shimmering he was so fascinated by.

"Why didn't you fight? Why didn't you run? Why didn't you try?"

Jane shuddered over Seth's lifeless body, remembering how he welcomed her attack with open arms and that sweet smile and knew he'd been the one to break her.


a/n: First Twilight fic. I seem incapable of writing happy things. Oh well.