this is my first ever fanfic, sorry if you hate it, it hasnt really been twilighted yet but the twilightiness is on its way...
i dont own twilight by the way...i wish i did but all twilight stuff is stephenie meyers and so on.
i hate naming things, so sorry about the title. some alternatives were "the girl who killed her father moved to forks and failed the maths test" or "the story about a girl who did stuff that made other stuff happen", among others.
please dont be too viscious in reviewing, its my first one, but please do review.
The Changing Season.
The freezing rain hammered the flimsy roof of her tent, and she snuggled gratefully into the fur-lined sleeping bag. It was always a mystery to her when she over heard people said they hated the rain. Over heard, because she barely ever had conversations with people lasting more than a few sentences, and some times even these brief exchanges were nasty comments on their part and quiet defense on hers. But as quiet as her responses were, her head was clamoring with fury and demands that she teach that bitch a lesson.
She never acted on them.
Oh, how she wanted to act. Her father would be furious, and most likely beat her, and her mother would look on with a sad disappointment that made her heart ache.
Of course, if ever there was something that could stop Hayley Cooper, it was her mother. Just 15, she was acutely aware that her mother's time was running out. Cancer had attacked her lungs, and she was slowly dying in their home, because her mother's fear of hospital was intense and non-relenting. Hayley had begged and pleaded for her mother to seek medical help, and by the time her mother had called a house doctor, the cancer had manifested until it couldn't be safely removed.
Her fathers drinking had increased, and he often came home to pass out on the couch, not even making it up the stairs to his bed. If you got in his way while he was less than a zombie but more than slightly intoxicated, he would beat you until he got bored, and then leave you on the floor with blood running from your mouth. Hayley knew from experience.
Sometimes, after he had beaten her senseless, she would be filled with rage and pain, so she would walk quietly to her room, collect a bag of necessities and climb out her window. There were some nearby woods that held a convenient cave where she could store a tent and sleeping bag, so they would be dry and ready for when she needed them. She needed them often, so she was glad she had found it.
As Hayley thought about her father, rage swamped her mind, and her hands shook with the need to tear something to shreds.
She diverted her train of thought to something by far more fascinating. Since she had been about seven, (coincidentally about the time her father had first hit her) Hayley had been able to completely change her body into that of an animal. The first time she had changed, she had been terrified, leaping out her window without thinking, then almost having a heart attack when she realized she had just leapt out of a two story building. She had hit the ground on her feet, and the jolt was barely anything. At that second she had been to preoccupied with exploding out of her skin to be too concerned about the landing, but she had later marveled at the feeling. She had raced through the streets of the quiet town, heading towards a smell that seemed strangely reassuring. When she had reached it she realized she had been speeding towards the forest, and she had slowed to a jumpy walk.
Hayley smiled at the memory, thinking of the thrill of being completely Other, racing through the forest on all fours, or flying over the town on steady wings. She loved to fly, but was always petrified that she would at any given moment be sucked into a jet engine or abruptly transform and fall out of the sky. If she fell and survived, she would be naked and she often wondered how she would explain that.
Deciding it was worth getting rained on; Hayley wriggled out of the sleeping bag and quickly undressed, careful not to jostle the bruises her father had given her. She shivered a little in the cold night air and took a deep breath to steady herself. She decided on a large dog, not particularly wanting to hunt but to run. If she wanted to hunt, she changed into a panther, wolf or bear. Sometimes a rabbit if she was feeling vegetabely inclined.
She focused on the image of the German Shepherd, concentrating on the way her body would move through the damp undergrowth, the way her nose could pick out every individual scent and she could hear the hushed forest sounds. Suddenly Hayley felt the heat rush out from her heart, and her body folded in on itself, and she could feel the brief pain of her skin ripping and her bones cracking into the pattern of a smaller, lighter skeleton. The moment of pain was over and Hayley twisted her head to inspect herself.
Not bad, she thought as her vision adjusted slightly. The blue fabric of the tent dulled slightly, but the shadows brightened. She shook her black coat and trotted out of the tent, casting around with her nose to find anything interesting. There was nothing much, so she took off into the wood, racing low and fast.
Deciding to see what was happening at her house; she slowed and turned around to head back to the housing estates.
Hayley's sensitive ears pricked as she trotted across the road. She could hear something very faint. She sped up a little, her concern growing as she realized it was screaming. Her heart leapt into her throat as she very faintly heard her fathers name amidst the screaming. Hayley suddenly lurched forward and pushed herself as fast as she could.
Dread was filling her as she confirmed the terrible screaming was coming form her own home.
Hayley barreled through the back door, just as the screaming stopped. Her claws scrabbled for purchase on the linoleum floor, and she crashed into the table, sending the chairs flying. Her nose was picking up alcohol, and blood. Her paws finally righted themselves, and she scrambled as quickly and quietly as she could to the kitchen door.
She could hear sirens, and they were getting closer. Hayley knew she couldn't stick around once they got here so she hurriedly located her father. He was upstairs, in her mother's room. Hayley's heart plummeted. She could hear her father's heavy breathing and a sick thudding sound. She rounded the corner, and saw her father kneeling next to her mother's prone figure on the floor. His fist was tangled in her hair, and he was smashing her head against the floor.
Hayley went completely numb. She could hear the police car screech to a halt outside, and the doors slam shut. The frantic ringing of the door bell, then the crash as the door splintered under a mans weight.
She snapped out of her numb horror and roared with pain and fury. Her father jerked his body around and focused his bloodshot eyes on Hayley.
The Police thundered up the stairs.
Hayley lurched forward, her grief and rage close to crippling her. She felt like she was suddenly trying to run through honey, and she felt the two police behind her absorb the situation and lunge for her tail. Her father still looked a little confused, and was starting to struggle to his feet as Hayley gathered her muscles and leapt at her father.
She collided with him and landed square on his chest, he landed sprawled on the floor.
There was a pause where everything held still, and Hayley looked into her father's eyes and he looked into hers. She had a moment to think she saw recognition, then horror, and they both knew he was about to die.
Hayley opened her jaws to bare her sharp teeth and lunged forward to clamp her teeth around his throat. She felt his skin tear and blood poured into her mouth as she severed his jugular. She ripped her head sideways and tore her father's throat open.
His blood covered the walls, and her mothers covered the floor.