Morlley's Moon

I do not own twilight I do own the character Morlley she is a figment of my imagination.

A/n this story has been altered and re-posted .

Chapter 1

I ran as fast as my long legs would carry me. The forest was thick and green with small splashes of color here and there. I had no freaking idea where I was I only new that I had to keep moving, keep moving or die. Azazel wanted me as his demonic bride and I was determined not to give into him and let him have me. I'd die first.

I let out a scream as I crashed to the ground having tripped over a tree root. My ankle hurt and I had the feeling it was sprained or broken, which meant running from Azazel was going to be really hard. Even so I got up it hurt like hell but I kept moving. But that small instance were I'd fallen had given Azazel an edge, I could feel him gaining on me time was running out. There was no way I was getting out of this alive, and so help me neither was Azazel .

"You can run Morlley but you can not hide you will be mine." his ghostly laughter filled the cool night air.

"could you be anymore of a cheesy film villain."

I couldn't resist yelling over my shoulder all though my words probably gave away my location. Which unsurprisingly was me crouched behind a tree, I just couldn't run any more out of breath and my ankle screaming in agony. I felt him before I saw him his hand aiming for my throat I dove just as his fingers would have closed around my neck.

I landed on my back my breath came out in a rush it was hard to breathe. He loomed over me, he was handsome but ,his blue eyed pale skinned exterior was a simple glamour that hid the demon inside. I could see him for what he was.

I uttered one word.

"Azazel " he smiled. This was it. I knew in that moment he had given up on making me his. I d caused him to much harm in our previous battles. He was out for revenge this time and I had no idea how to stop him. My entire being screamed at me to move to get out to run. But I was frozen his eyes held mine and I couldn't even think.

"your time is up witch, you see I'll find some one who is more willing to be my bride as for you I hope you'll say hello to your bitch mother for me." He stood over me an energy ball crackling in his hand. He aimed it at me and I knew that the second he released it I would be reduced to nothing more than a smoking pile of ash, I couldn't let that happen. I'd been through to much to just give up and how dare he bring my mother into this. Azazel was the reason my mom was dead, my dad, my sister and brother too. He'd killed them all. It was time for action, it hurt like hell but I pulled myself to my feet.

" no Azazel " I whispered, " its your time that's up."

He smiled "come and get me witch." I didn't need to and even if I could have I wouldn't have moved not for him. Instead I closed my eyes. I focused on the forest around me on the trees on the animals. I drew as much strength from them as I dared. I called on every ounce of power I held inside me. This was it, I was done with this Azazel . he wouldn't get away this time and if killing him meant killing myself in the process then so be it. To channel as much energy as I would need to take down Azazel would surely end in my untimely demise.

I grimaced as I pulled all my magical energy into one enormous ball of clear vibrating energy.

"times up" I growled. I launched the ball of energy at him it spun threw the air and hit him in the square in the chest. And then kept going my power passed threw him and dispersed and as he died so did I. Or so I thought.

Emmett

I ran threw the forest near our home in Forks. I'd spotted a grizzly and couldn't resist hunting it. My beautiful wife Rosalie and the rest of my family had headed home all ready they'd been satisfied with smaller prey. I however just couldn't resist the chance to fight a bear. I'd just snapped its neck when I realized I wasn't alone in the forest. I could clearly hear a pounding heart and running footsteps. I heard her ear splitting scream and a crash and before I knew it I was running. All the while I could hear them speaking.

"you can run Morlley but you can not hide you will be mine." I heard a clearly male voice split the night air. God how cheesy is that and just as I was thinking it a female voice said it.

" Could you be anymore of a cheesy film villain" I had to laugh at that. I heard a crash and increased my pace. Where the hell is she I wondered silently. Then I heard her speak again her words no more than a whisper in the wind.

"Azazel " what the hell is Azazel ? I asked myself. I had to hurry it sounded as if she was hurt. I heard him speak again as well he sounded menacing and purely evil.

"your time is up witch, you'll see I'll find one who is more willing to be my bride as for you I' hope you'll say hello to your bitch mother for me." Witch? Huh could this girl be a witch it wouldn't surprise me. If vampires are real and werewolves too. Hey then why not witches. As I neared the spot I thought I'd find her I could see a flickering blue light in the darkness. It gave me the chills, ok I m pretty sure a vampire can't get chills but, whatever that blue light was it didn't feel right at all.

Finally I sighed as I stepped in to the clearing. Then I froze she was getting up her long dark brown hair hung in waves down her back, twigs and leaves were stuck amongst her curls. But it didn't mater what she looked like all that mattered in that moment was her scent. A scent like I'd never smelled before a scent even more potent than the woman I'd accidentally killed so many years ago. She smelled like apples and cinnamon, with a hint of strawberry she was mouthwatering. And so I stood there fighting my inner monster if I killed this girl my family would be disappointed in me. Again. I couldn't let that happen. While I wrestled with my thoughts she spoke again to the man who was with her.

"no Azazel" she whispered "it's your time that's up"

The man smiled darkly at her and spat the words. " come and get me witch."

I watched as she took a few steps away from him I wasn't to sure she was aware of having moved. As she stepped back her face came into my line of sight. She was definitely pretty I could see that much through my hazy mind. I couldn't help it I wanted her blood. She had closed her eyes and seemed to be concentrating very hard on something. Second's later her eyes flew open her arms stretched out in front of her. It was almost as if she were holding something. Then I saw it a clear almost invisible ball or maybe glob was a better word of pure energy pulsated between her hands. I guess I was right, I thought shaking my head and choking back my laughter, she really is a witch.

After a few slow seconds she growled two words. "times up." As she launched the blob of energy at the man standing in front of her. Cold reality hit me hard as the energy ball passed through the guy who I guessed was Azazel , and I realized what the girl had done.

She'd killed him. Was my first thought blood lust forgotten temporarily. Then it hit me why did she kill him and why was she falling. I flew across the clearing and caught her before she hit the ground . I gasped in horror as I watched blood sweet blood leak from her mouth, her nose, her ears , and her eyes, her heart beat weak. As much as I wanted the sweet blood that traveled slowly threw her veins I didn't want to disappoint my family by killing her. Even if she was all ready close to death. I had to do something, Carlisle, I thought I had to get her to Carlisle. I scooped her up in my arms she was super light to my arms of steal she weighed close to nothing, and I ran with her. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Which I have to say was pretty fast I must say inhuman speed came in handy. I reached the house in a mater of two minutes but the poor girl in my arms was slipping away fast she didn't have much time left.

Alice and Carlisle met me on the front steps of our home. I should have known that Alice would have seen this.

"quickly son bring her inside." Carlisle's voice was frantic he must have sensed that the poor girl was so close to leaving this world.

"Emmett lay her on the couch hurry she's fading fast." Alice ordered me. I did as I was told. The rest of my family had gathered as well . Edward my brother clutched his sweet wife, Bella, to his chest. I guessed they were both fighting their own inner monsters just as surely as my brother Jasper and his tiny wife Alice were struggling as well.

Esme seemed okay aside from the terrified look on her face, and my father as always was in control and calm. My beautiful wife and mate was no were to be seen, and neither was my half vampire-half human niece. But none of that mattered right now all that mattered was the dying girl on our living room couch.

"Carlisle do something." I growled at my adoptive father. Who smiled sadly and knelt down beside were she lay.

" she doesn't have long" he murmured. " we must all agree."

" Fuck that Carlisle save her." I growled. Everyone nodded there agreement to my statement. And we held our breath as Carlisle sank his teeth into the girls throat.

Morlley

"Your going to be just fine" the hushed voices repeated over and over as I screamed in agony. I was on fire literally or at least that's how it felt. My insides were burning it was like someone had poured liquid fire into my veins. How was I going to be just fine when I was clearly being burned alive?

"how much longer Alice?" I heard a cool female voice ask.

"a few minutes it will be three days exactly in about five." answered another female voice I assumed she was Alice.

"Edward is she aware of what's going on ?" Alice asked.

" she can hear us but she doesn't know what's happening." how did he know what I was thinking. Even the most skilled readers and telepaths couldn't read my mind. I knew how to keep them out. I screamed again as the pain spiked. The good thing I could feel everything but my torso. The fire had left my extremities. The bad thing was the pain in my torso was so great that I couldn't stop screaming. My endless shrikes were drowned out by the beating of my racing heart. It was almost as if the flames were competing with the beats of my heart, and the flames were winning. With one last strained beat my heart stopped and with that the flames too died All was still all was quiet as if the world was holding its breath waiting for me to open my eyes.