Alice POV
I never thought my life could be so screwed up. One moment Im minding my own business by a
small stream, just dipping my fingers in, and the next I'm be bothered by a man in blue.
He was far taller than me, with small muscles that could be seen only slightly. A perfect blend, in all honesty. His
eyes were, however, were the first thing that caused my pause. A deep, topaz green that distracted me for only
a moment.
There were two kinds of vampires in this world; ones who mind their own damn business and try not
to make any kind of scene, and then the others who think everything is about them because they're
strong. Definitely this man was the latter.
"Can I help you?" I didn't mean to, but my voice came out with a growl hiding behind the attempted
sweet voice.
I was young, even I knew that, only about fifty years had I been dead, but I wasn't stupid. The one
who 'killed' me taught me how to be intelligent in a fight, he had two rules 'for the road'; don't purposefully take on someone stronger,
and don't be cocky. He was older, so I didn't want anything to do with him, in fact I shouldn't have
even said anything. But it was too late for regrets, so I tried to calm myself, perhaps he wouldn't get
angry. Although, even if he did, we still have the river between us. Then again, the stream sould seam like a stepping stone in his path.
"Personally, I'd say you're far to young to be asking the questions." His voice was like liquid velvet,
unfortunately for him, I hated velvet. The voice was meant to sooth and calm the prey of the vampire, a sort of soft and whispery tone that was pleasant to the ear, a great way to attack humans.
Shaking my head slightly, I stood, not wanting to get into a 'who's better' battle with this bronze
haired fruit.
"Very well, good day to you." I was raised as a lady, one who was taught to never speak unless spoken
to. I'd grown out of it a bit, but I was still being polite when I didn't feel like it.
Turning, I began
making my way back towards the forest, choosing to leave while I could. But of course he would
have none of that, and seconds later I found myself staring into a pale chest. Damn my short
stature.
"What?" It came out in a snap, a little angrier than I had hoped.
"Still asking questions?" I could hear the smirk in his voice as his hand rested on my tense arm.
Reacting before thinking, I moved to my right, slapping his hand away, that wiped the smile of his pasty face.
"You're being rude," he told me, eyes narrowing. The look wasn't. . .right, it didn't fit well with his
facial structure. But, in fact, he was half right, I had been a little rude, but he was being far too close in my space bubble. I was allowed to be rude.
"No, you are." An argument starter, "Now allow me to pass, I don't want to-" I was cut short by a growl from him.
"Don't talk back to a superior," was what came from his lips.
"Superior?" I retorted.
"I am far too powerful for a runt like you to fight off," his smirk returned, believing he had me wrapped around his finger.
I never had much of a temper, (try being around a guy like that and not snap) but all I heard from him was 'please punch me', and my fist did the
work for me. Of course it was stupid, and didn't help me whatsoever, but instead proved that he
was, in fact, too powerful for a runt like me to fight off. Whaddya know?
I was slammed into a tree before I was even able to uncurl my fingers, my head bouncing off and
causing my eyes to roll. Although being undead grants you strengths, it doesn't mean things don't
hurt.
Frankly, I was surprised the tree held.
"Want to try that again?" His voice was no longer velvet, but instead dark, with a warning.
I said something smart like, "Let my arm go and I will," and within moments of the last word, I was
tossed aside like a wrapper. Yay, now I am officially garbage.
This time he wasn't as soft with me (if you call slamming me into a tree 'soft') and this time I was thrown
through a tree, and into another. Left to moan and groan my way to my butt. However, the pain subsided enough to let me stand.
Im guessing it was because he wasn't expecting me to run that allowed me to get a good distance
away, he was more than likely waiting for me to attack, running away wasn't always the
cowards way out, it's also a tactic.
He was fast, I'd give him that, but when I heard a thud and thought he tripped, I couldn't suppress the laughter that bubbled out of my throat.
What stopped my giggle, however, was another growl, and at first I suspected it was him.
After all, I was laughing at him, but when I glanced back, I saw something else entirely.
I'd always heard stories of lycans, but never had I seen one up close. How I knew was simple, I
craved it's blood like no other. Some think vampires find lycans repulsive, and therefore would never
enjoy being anywhere near them, but in reality, their blood is a rare treat. But a dangerous one, at
that. After all, have you ever tried biting a wolf four times your size? Exactly.
Paralyzed, I watched the wolf, it was holding down the vampire like he was a piece of paper. Where
I couldn't even damage him, the wolf could hold him there so simply. Maybe I was weaker than I
thought.
His fur wasn't natural, that was my second thought, at first I thought it white, but upon inspection, I
discovered it was. . .blond. Lighter near the roots, but got far darker near the ends, my word for it
was: pretty.
A poor descriptive word, but at a moment like this I didn't have time to be creative.
"Get off of me mutt," I heard the vampire his.
I thought the wolf laughed, but I wasn't sure, after all, it was an animal.
"Get off?" The voice, no matter how gruff, sounded perfectly normal. "You are at my will, so I wouldn't be ordering people around."
"That's because you're a dog, a being that grovels for what they crave." The response was, at the very least, stupid.
With a loud, shiver inducing, growl, the wolf's jaw opened, biting into the neck of the vampire so easily... I wanted to touch my own throat, but held back the urge.
The yell of pain was satisfying, but at the same time, horrible.
With new found strength, the topaz eyed vampire kicked hard on the lycan's waist, causing the beast to soar a few feet away, and land with a thud on the hard ground.
He held his neck, glaring at the wolf with such intensity that it made my skin crawl.
"You will pay for that, dog," he snapped.
His eyes rolled and met my wide ones, and they rose in mild surprise. "You're still here?" His attention was on me? Even I knew that wasn't a very smart idea.
A blur made me flinch, and a took a step back, just as the vampire seemingly appeared infront of me, smirking. "I'd have thought you'd left because you were scared." He might have looked relatively attractive, if not for the large blood stain on his neck...
My own eyes narrowed, jaw clenching in annoyance. My mouth opened, and a pretty good retort was coming, but the stupid wolf took it away, knocking the dead one infront of me to the side.
They were up and attacking each other within seconds, fists...claws...teeth...feet, it was all so confusing. I knew this was far out of my league, if the lycan failed, I'd have the vampire to deal with, and if the vampire...died again I'd have the vampire thirsty lycan to deal with. Perhaps continuing to
run was a perfect plan... So why wasn't I?
For a moment, the vampire got the best of the lycan, tossing him aside into a tree, causing a whimper to emanate from the beast.
He was infront of him and biting into his furry arm, but for only a second before the vampire's entire head was engulfed.
It was a truly disturbing, and disgusting scene. The wolf actually bit the vampires head clean off...allowing the body to almost gracefully fall to the ground.
My jaw was agape, watching him fall, before witnessing the head being spit out. He then turned, and glared at me.
"What?" He growled at me; wait, was he angry with me...with me?
I flinched, but grew angry myself, "Why are you snapping at me? I did nothing to you!"
He huffed, looking away to glance at his kill with narrowed dark grey eyes.
The silence grew rather irritating, to be frank, and it almost seemed loud...I had to fill it.
"Thank you, I guess..." I mumbled, not happy with having to thank him.
"For what?" He looked confused.
Did he not realize the vampire was attacking me? "For...you know, saving me from him."
"I didn't mean to."
Would you just take the thank you?
"Whether it was intentional or not," I grumbled, "Thank you for saving me from him."
Another huff came from him, and he turned away, as though starting to walk off. But it was obvious he would take a while to get to his destination because of his injured arm.
"Do you want help with that...?" Honestly, I didn't know why I had initionally disliked him, maybe it was because I was being stereotypical.
He looked back, looking surprised at my invitation. But...he didn't seem to worried about a lil ol' thing like me.
Giving me a wolfish smile, he nodded, "That would be nice."
~~ Jasper's POV ~~
To hell with the pack, and to hell with all the damn lycans. Who do they think they are? I have every right to kiss whoever the hell I want!
My skin ripped, my bones cracked, and a howl rose from my throat.
Most people wonder why lycans howl after they change, well...because it hurts. A lot.
I needed to go for a run after the fight with my Alpha, the idiot who decided he could run my whole life.
I had met this girl, a human, who -when we fought- discovered my dark side, it was an accident...but no one got hurt.
But Carlisle, the wolf in charge, decided I was forbidden to date a human because of my wolfish nature.
What was a I supposed to do? Date the only woman in the pack? Rosalie? Hell no!
I wanted a fight, but he wouldn't go for it, so the woods were the next best thing. Maybe knocking down some trees would cool me off.
But, I had to admit, I'd never expected to meet up with two vampires.
Never had I known the true...nature of a vampire, so when I saw a male chasing a female, I figured it was foreplay. But hell if I cared if he had a mate, I wanted a damn battle.
Something I may regret.
The fight only lasted a few minutes, and I had to say I was surprised when the female didn't retort in any way physically against me, in fact, at the end of it all -although she looked disgusted- she thanked me.
At least that means the two weren't mates...I didn't know if I could handle a broken hearted female at the moment.
Though, after the thank you was given, in an annoyed way I might add, I decided to head back, trying not to show the pain of my stupid arm as I turned.
"Do you want help with that...?" She asked in a small voice, as though afraid I'd snap at her again.
Damn she was young...
Figuring it would piss off Carlisle if he found out, I decided to allow her to patch me up. Maybe I could rest for a while. Hey, free healing. Why not?
Hey! So...how was it? I wasn't sure how well a wolfy Jasper would work, but it was fun :P
Questions!
Is Alice relatively correct?
How's Jasper's personality?
Should I make all the vampires -from the book- into lycans and vise versa?
Oh! If you're wondering, no that was not Edward. xD No, I have something planned for the little butt later.
