Nessie lives in a world where vampires and wolves rule over humanity. Wolves and vampires constantly battle for ultimate rule, leading to the death of countless innocents. What's worse? The whole world is a male oppressive society. Nessie has a little secret so what happens when she's captured by the wolves in battle? M/AU Nessie/Jacob
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Blood.
It's what made up our world.
Either you fought to control it, killed for it, hunted it…
Or you were the hunted.
There is no such thing as loyalty or friendship in this world.
Only blood.
And here I am, some nobody human caught up in the middle of someone else's war, just like every other human.
See, the options weren't really that fantastic.
If your village was ruled by vampires… well then you were forever enslaved brutally, enduring beatings and whippings on a daily basis, only to be drained of blood when they got tired of you.
If your village was ruled by wolves, well that wasn't much better. You were forced to fight barehanded against other humans to the death for their entertainment. Eventually, no matter how good you were, you'd be killed off.
Oh, and if you were a woman? God help you.
You were their toys. Their possessions. Their bitches. And there was no escaping it.
Or so they told me, when I was a little girl. I remember my governess, Jane, telling me, "Renesme, there's no point imagining a better life. There's no point dreaming, you little brat. This is your life." Then she cackled darkly down at me. "Especially because you're an orphan," she spat.
Even among humans, there was a pecking order. Apparently orphans were the lowest of the low.
Our orphanage was situated on the outskirts of the infamous city of Forks. Forks was the vampire capital of the world. It was famous for its human trafficking and thus was lively with vampires rushing in and out of the city to trade.
Those vampires who actually lived here typically had at least one family of humans to serve them. In addition, most vampires here were merchants; thus, they were constantly breeding the humans they owned, creating combinations of characteristics that different vampires craved. Most offspring were sold during infancy to be raised by their new owners.
However, there were some who were not bought. Those were the orphans.
Vampires could afford to be picky. Human trade was so widespread; they could be as finicky as they wanted.
So, on the outskirts of every city were multiple orphanages, run by governors and governesses who kept the orphans in order.
We were the scum of society, the rejected, the unwanted.
But, apparently, the higher-up vamps figured that we were prime soldier material.
Yeah, you heard me. They were raising us to be soldiers. We were the warrior pawns they threw into battle so readily. We were disposable, as were the wolves' human soldiers that we fought.
'Cause vamps couldn't fight wolves. Oh, Lord, no that was ludicrous! Wolves and vampires were only designed to fight one another! No instead, us breakable, fragile humans had to fight their wars for them.
Being a woman, of course, I had a much lovelier life ahead of me. A very lovely life, I knew.
"There's no hope for you," Jane always tsked, grinning evilly down at me, dragging me along by my hair.
"You can kiss my ass, Jane," I sneered at her. I eyed her petite frame, thinking of how easy it would be to kill her if only she was human too.
Yeah, I'm pretty petite too. I'm the shortest girl around my age in the orphanage. But I was strong, and I had a temper. A temper that had gotten me beaten up pretty nicely over the years.
Jane backhanded me across the cheek, effectively throwing my body into the brick wall, which crumbled. I got back up.
"You think you're just so big and bad, don't you, little miss Jane?" I taunted her. "One day," I said, taking a step with each word towards her, "I swear to God, I'll kick your skanky" – I stepped – "little" – step – "ass" – I growled – "to hell, you whore!" I screamed in her face.
She laughed.
My blood boiled.
"You have no chance, you filthy little human," she sneered. "You'll never be anything but the scum under my feet!"
Oh, but she was wrong. Very, very wrong I decided. And I would prove it.
I turned on my heal, and walked away, planning.
I knew I had talents that I could use to my advantage. I couldn't blinding come after her. I had to plan my attack.
I was gifted as a child with inhuman speed. I used to sprint down to the kitchen, stealing bread for me and my inmates, not once being caught by the vicious governess Jane who guarded the pantry with the attitude of a slave driver. If you were caught, you were dead.
Literally.
My inmates and I had heard on several occasions the sounds of adolescent shrieks of pain as governess Jane tied them to her infamous "punishment fence" and proceeded to light them on fire.
So, to prove myself, if only to myself, I did what few others ever attempted.
I did the impossible.
One night, being only around seventeen years old, or so, I shifted imperceptively. Without opening my eyes, I fully opened my ears to every sound in the house. I channeled my concentration to my governess down the hall. Hearing her deep breathing and loud snoring, I slowly opened my eyes and slipped soundlessly from my bed.
I tip-toed to the doorway silently, holding my breath the whole way. Still, her breathing and snoring were even and deep. I mentally prepared myself, and then, with a flash, I was at the foot of her bed.
Suddenly, very unlike myself, I allowed myself to remember. I remembered every beating, every whipping, every friend she'd taken and killed mercilessly. I remember in vivid detail the charcoaled bodies she would make me carry and burry. I remember their smell, their burnt flesh, their blood-curdling screams.
I remembered her sickening laughs at their pain.
Oh, I knew she was a vampire. I knew she would kill me instantly. I knew I had no chance.
But I didn't care.
In an instant, I was on top of her, gripping her wrists above her head so I could gauge my fingers into her neck.
She awoke, screaming, eyes bright crimson with rage.
It only infuriated me more.
I made a noise I can only describe as a ferocious animal growl. I growled and hissed and barred my teeth, and to my sheer amazement, Jane did the same.
"You little bitch!" she screamed. With force inhuman, she threw me off her, through her window. I fell from her fourth story bedroom down, down, down…
And landed like a cat gently on my feet.
Adrenaline kicked in to the extreme. Growls, snarls, and feline hisses resounded painfully loud throughout the yard. It took me a moment to realize the noises were coming from me.
Before I could contemplate what it meant, Jane leaped deftly from her window, landing on the balls of her feet in front of me, snarling.
I barely registered my own actions as I leapt at her neck, fingers raking down her body like talons, every muscle in my body coiled tightly.
She fought back, tearing at my skin with her claws, reaching for my neck as well.
"I'll make you pay for this, my little brat! I'll rip the skin from your body, tear the muscles off your little bones! I'll snap each bone in half and tear out your eyes from their sockets. I'll cut out your little tongue and rip off each ear," she growled as she taunted me.
I growled as I reached for her face with my claws.
She shrieked.
"But I won't let you die," she said.
Our fight continued on with animal-like growls and snaps and snarls. We circled each other only to pounce again, and again, and again.
"Oh, no, I'll make you suffer!" She hissed. "I'll make your miserable life hell! Just like every other human scum before you. You're worthless, stupid!"
In blind rage, I snapped. Instincts kicked in and I tackled her. I snarled as I screamed and took her on with every furious muscle in my body.
In a flash, I realized I was winning. I could see the fear in her eyes as I could also smell it. Cackling to myself, I shifted my weight, pinned her, and sank my teeth into her marble-like skin, ripping her head off.
My next actions happened naturally; I snapped my fingers, producing a spark that lit a pile of leaves on fire. I held Jane's head in my arm, making her watch as I hauled her body parts into the fire. Jane screamed in pain as each limb burned and I laughed.
"Sucks to be the one burning alive, doesn't it, Jane." I spat, laughed boisterously.
Holding her face up to mine, I smiled evilly. "So long, bitch," I hissed as I tossed her head into the flames.
I turned to my audience. I had known they were there, and I hadn't wanted to face them, but it was time I did.
The other girls from my orphanage stood there, dumbfounded. They were frozen in place, clutching each other as they watched in horror at the flames behind me, as they looked at me.
I waited for the screaming, the crying, the running from the mere sight of me. I could only imagine their terror at seeing me, their friend, their inmate, acting like such an animal. I inwardly cringed, waiting.
The screaming, crying, and running came.
But as I watched in sadness as my inmates ran in horror, I began to realize something.
They didn't turn back in horror to scream as they saw me. They weren't sobbing my name. They paid me no attention.
Because I wasn't what scared them. They weren't running from me.
No, they were running from what was behind me. Shit.
I quickly spun around, looking over the fire to the forest behind.
Emerging stealthily from the dark wilderness were humans. Horrifying humans.
They had to be the most buff people I had ever seen. The men were each easily over six feet tall, and all had arms thicker than my head. The women, though fewer, could only be described as the legendary Amazons. They were tall, muscled, and vicious.
They all sported the trademark tattoo
Of
The
Wolves.
Fuck! I thought, as I stood frozen in place, hoping that if I blinked a few more times, that they would just disappear from my sight. The only thing I feared more than Jane, more than men, more than vampires were wolf fighters.
They were notoriously fierce fighters, brutal really. They burnt whole cities to the ground, skinning men alive, eating innocent children, and capturing women for their own pleasure.
"RUN!" I bellowed at the one girl who remained, frozen in place with fear. "Get the hell out of here!" I screamed at her. Suddenly, she seemed to twitch back to life. Her eyes darted to me, then to the approaching people.
"Renesmee!" she sobbed.
"GO!" I yelled, and finally she listened, sprinting at top speed away from me and the upcoming threat.
Fearing for the other girls, I decided I would distract the wolf fighters for as long as possible to give my fellow inmates a head start. I prayed that it would be enough for at least some of them to get away.
"Hey mongrels! You looking for me?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, grabbing a log and placing it in the flames, throwing it at a tall brunette girl approaching me.
"You disgusting filth! You can all kiss my ass, you rotten scum! You think you can take me, huh?! You're all weak little twigs!" I threw rocks, burning wood, bricks, whatever was near to me.
"Come at me!" I growled at the top of my lungs. "COME AT ME!" I screamed.
Oh, did I have their attention. Every wolf fighter eye was on me. Knowing I had no chance, I took off, leading them away from the direction of the other girls.
"You're all fucking cowards!" I continued to scream as I ran, not quite going top speed so that they could keep up. "You can all suck my dick!" I yelled, not caring about my dumb insults. "You're all cockless, dick-sucking pussies! You can't fucking catch me!"
I was running at half speed, not wanting them to lose me and then chase after innocents. I could hear them running at a short distance behind me. I knew I could fully kick in my real speed at any time if need be; I was completely safe from the wolf fighters.
However, I wasn't very careful at where I ran. I was running aimlessly along the outskirts of Forks, not really thinking straight.
I sprinted into the forest, big mistake.
Suddenly, I realized I had run straight into an open field of wolves.
Motherfu—
I froze.
All the fight was gone from my body.
My Joan of Arc moment was gone, all bravery flushed from my body. Every act of patriotism for my race vanished suddenly…
…as I gazed at the most beautiful man I'd ever seen.
And then my world went black.
So… What did you think? I know I bent a few rules as far as vampires go… I know they don't sleep and all that, but oh well
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Hugs and kisses,
Cal