Predator or dead

by ShortieCake105

For Isabella, living in the Amazon is normal. Bringing the term Wild Woman to life, she becomes the predator in a world full of predators, until of course, someone intervenes and the world Isabella once knew is turned upside down. AU Vamp/human BXE MA/M

1. Chapter 1

I looked ahead, my eyes locked on target, my muscles tensing in anticipation for the jump whilst my hands clenched around the thick branch above me, finding purchase for me to hold on. The feline was down on the floor, nursing a paw with long licks, feral sounds emitting from her throat as she contentedly observed her surroundings, unaware of my presence from where she lay, about 30 feet below me.

I let go of the branch with one hand to grab the handmade dagger from where I had lodged it near my waist and pointed it downwards. The branch rustled slightly as I moved and the feline shot her head up, alarmed and stood up, surveying the area slowly, her tail flicking in annoyance. I shifted forward slowly, getting to the edge of the branch that would keep my weight and sprung forward, my legs leading the rest of my body as I landed slightly left of the feral cat and stabbed the dagger into the back of its neck, and held it down forcefully as she struggled and growled, scratching me and drawing blood. I shoved the dagger in harder and the body in my arms went slack, either with exhaustion or blood loss, either way was fine for me as I slit its throat and drained it of blood and began to skin it.

Some may think this sick, unsanitary and barbaric, however, to me, this was my meal for the week and as I cut the meat off the body, putting it into a cloth bag I had made and slung it over my back, putting the dagger back into my waist, slotting it in so it wouldn't fall out, and kicked the carcass out of my way, I began to run east to where my little shack was.

My feet pattered on the forest floor in rhythmic patterns, whilst the rain pattered on the tops of the trees 100's of feet above in uneven patterns, only occasionally reaching the forest ground or hitting me. My feet were filthy and my "clothing" was covered in blood, evidence that it had not rained in a while, so there was no water to wash.

I pushed my body faster to get home as I looked around the greens, and browns of the forest, pushing my way through overgrown bushes and plants.

My name is Isabella. Just Isabella, and for me, this is normal. This is home.

And home and is in the east of the Amazon forest.