Running through he forest, feeling the wind brush against my fur used to be the one thing I looked forward to. It was exhilarating, changing into my canine form. I felt as if I could do anything I put my mind to. Then I met the Cullens. After that, nothing was the same.
I had just let out a long howl; alerting my mate as to where I was. My mate's name was Caleb Ward. Twigs cracked and bushes rustled. I figured it was just him, fooling around. I could feel eyes on my back, unfamiliar eyes watching my every move. I raised my hackles and uttered a low growl. Something was moving behind me. The hunter was becoming the hunted. I turned around and it leaped.
It landed hard on top of my back. I had no other choice but to latch onto it. It was an arm, a human arm! I had bitten a person who wasn't supposed to know about any of this. I released him almost immediately. I turned to his direction. Unnaturally pale, his skin sparkled slightly in the dim light. His eyes were the color of honey. I now understood what he was; a vamp. My jowls quivered at the sight of him and I let out an unearthly sound, a sound of warning.
Why had I not smelled him as he approached? I thought.
I circled him and he stared at me; watching as he had done before in the bushes. He lunged but I was not quick enough and he pinned me to the ground. In the midst of the commotion, I turned back into my human form.
"What the hell are you doing?!?" I yelled from underneath him.
"You're on Cullen land, dog," He had a deep and resonating voice. To any other human, he would have been terrifying, however, it didn't scare me. I had faced worse.
"Gerrof me!" I said through a mouthful of grass, dirt and any other material that was on the forest floor. He lifted me up, using that tell- tale vampire strength, and held my arms behind my back.
"Come on."
"I could rip you to shreds if I wanted to, you know."
"Yeah, then why don't you?" He added with a shove.
"I wouldn't want to hurt your pretty face," I retorted in the most sarcastic voice. He ignored my comment and kept pushing me to walk He seemed to direct me on the roughest path, determined to make me trip. I however was light on my feet and dodged every log and hole. He wasn't one for words. He would occasionally say something like "move it" or "hurry up." A house appeared through the dense trees. It was fancy, to say the least. Unlike most of the houses around here it had modern siding, a paved drive, and nicely pruned shrubbery.
"Nice house, yours?" I asked, trying to strike up a conversation. Talking to him was literally like talking to a brick wall. He took out a key, but the front door was already unlocked.
"In," was all he said. I obeyed reluctantly, wanting to find out what was going on. "Carlisle, Edward, Esme, everyone, I have another one!" His voice seemed to echo throughout the house. Several people, all vampires of course, started to appear.
"Where was this one?" The oldest male, Carlisle most likely, said.
"The pines."
Carlisle moved towards me. I could smell them now. Vampires have a strong, overpowering, disgusting smell. It made me wince and grimace.
"What's wrong?"
"You stink," I said in a serious tone. The room was quiet for a few seconds, then laughter broke the silence. "I don't see what's so funny! You guys really reek!" I exclaimed. They knew what I meant.
"It's- it's just that we've never had a wolf put it like that before!" One of the females tried to say between fits of laughter. I just stood there with my arms held behind me. Then it hit me; I should try to make a run for it! During one particularly strong and loud fit of laughter, I made my break out. I wriggled out of the vamp's police hold and fled towards the front door.
"Shit! She's gonna get away!" I didn't make it far before I felt him slam down on me.....again. This time there wasn't a soft forest floor to cushion the impact. I heard something crack.
"Get off! You broke my wrist!" I yelled through a howl of pain. He got up but I stayed on the floor, writhing in pain. I sat up to look at the extent of my injury. My fingertips were just touching the underside of my arm.
"Crap, that's gotta hurt." The one who squished me said with little emotion. He bent down and roughly grabbed my arm to pull me off the floor. He purposely took the arm with the excruciating injury.
"You fucker! Let go!!" I yelled through tears of pain.
"Emmett, let her go," Esme told him. Amazingly, he listened.
"Awww, listening to your mommy?" I said through gritted teeth. Carlisle came closer to me.
"Let me see. I'm a doctor."
"I don't care if you're Alfred Blalock himself! Get away from me!" I backed away from him. There was no way I was going to trust a vamp; especially the family of the one who did this to me.
"It's not going to heal right if you don't let me take a look at it." I could tell he was trying to reassure me, but it wasn't going to work. He was talking to me as if I was a dense child.
"You know what? I'm getting out of here. You guys can deal with this....'thing' by yourselves." This was the first thing the blonde daughter, in the back of the crowd, had said to me.
"Thing? I am not a 'Thing!' I am a person with feelings, you know! At least I'm human enough to feel pain!! YOU aren't human enough to feel, well, anything!" I was seething with fury. She was just standing there with a look of smugness on her face. For a second, she looked as if she was going to come after me, but no, she turned tail and left the room.
"Don't mind Rosalie. She's not sensitive towards other "species", if you don't mind me putting it like that." It was voice I hadn't heard yet. Stranger, was that I could hear a faint English accent in his voice.
"Are you English?" I asked him. I think his name was Edward.
"Yeah. Born there in like, well a while ago. How'd you know that?" He asked as I finally let Carlisle fix my wrist.
"I live there for most of the year, with my uncle. I can hear it in your voice. I'm only hear because I decided to take a vacation and see my parents. Ouch, watch it," I added without flinching. Pain isn't something that gets to me, unless my hand is facing the wrong way.
"Well, that should take care of it for now. You should really go to the hospital or something."
"Nah, I heal fast. Besides, I'll only break it again."
"Let's get down to business," He said sitting down across from me. "What's your name?"
"Wolf," I told him truthfully.
"We know what you are. We need to know who you are," I could tell he didn't believe me. That happens a lot. No one really believes that my name is Wolf.
"My name is Wolf. No one uses my birth name. My real name is K.D Snape." I explained to him.
"There, that's all I needed to know. Now, Wolf, why were you on our land?"
"I didn't mean anything by it-&& Emmett interrupted me.
"Why didn't you run on the Black's land? That's werewolf territory?!?"
"Because the Black family is a family of hereditary werewolves! I'm not hereditary! I am related to a bitten werewolf! They don't like werewolves like me! I would have been killed as soon as I set foot on their land!" I could swear that Emmett had muttered "so" under his breath. Edward gave him a hard nudge.
"Okay, so you must have some land to run on?" Carlisle asked, gentler than Emmett had.
"We had land. It's all been developed. Some idiots built a mall there." I added sadly. Emmett's expression changed to something of pity. "You guys are lucky. You can actually buy land to hunt on. What do we non- Quileute werewolves have? Absolutely nothing! Oh Wait! We do something. We have a parking lot! We can't run in a parking lot!!" My voice was full of emotion by this time. This was the truth. Us bittens had no land. The Quileutes had everything and left us nothing.
"I see. Well, unfortunately, there isn't enough wildlife to support both our kinds." I could tell that Carlisle really did care. He wasn't the typical vampire.
"I figured that, but the good thing is that we don't need to hunt! We can just eat regular food." I added hopefully. Just as I was getting somewhere, she had to but it.
"No way! No way! You're not seriously thinking of letting them share our land?!?" Rosalie had come back to the living room.
"Rose, they have nowhere to go. You remember how that felt?" Carlisle had touched a soft spot. For once, Rosalie didn't have a smart- mouthed comment. I decided to change the subject.
"So, what's with the tight security? It's like an airport around here." I wanted to know why they had put me through this.
"We've had a little issue with some newborn vampires. Once in a while, one or two will come here and hunt the locals. Lately, they've caused an uproar in society. We thought that you could have been working with them, being an outsider and all."
"So, let me get this straight, you thought that vamps would be working with their blood enemies? That is some logic you've got there!" I added with a laugh.
"Hey! He's just trying to keep his family safe!" Emmett really didn't have too much toleration for me.
"Hold that thought! I know he's just protecting you guys and I honor that, I really do! Think about it though! Two life- long, millennia old feuding species coming together? It doesn't make too much sense!" I tried to explain to him.
"You shouldn't talk. Look what's going on right now. A werewolf and a family of vampires in the same room, not arguing yet talking in a civilized manner. This would have never have happened a few months ago! The notion of vampires and werewolves working together isn't that crazy at all." Edward had a point. I was a living contradiction. Here I was, talking about werewolves and vampires not getting along, when I was indeed getting along with them.
"Yeah, but you guys aren't too traditional, now are you? You guys don't hunt people, don't terrorize the villagers, don't go out after dark and change into bats and wolves-"
"We can't. That's your job. You guys are the ones who go out looking for people to infect with your virus! Don't give me that look! You've probably attacked tons of people and you don't even know about it!" Rosalie had gotten on my last nerve. In the pack, anyone who challenges the word of another, has to fight to see who's right.
"So you're calling me a monster?" I grumbled. My voice was low and close to a growl. She backed away, re- thought it, and moved closer. She was ready for a fight.
"Yes. Yes, I am."
"Rosalie-" Edward began, but Carlisle cut him off.
"This is how werewolves settle things. Rosalie knows what to do. Don't try to stop them. You'll only get yourself hurt."
I stood and walked towards her. I growled, shuddered, and dropped to my knees. My face contorted and my legs lengthened. A few seconds later, a full wolf now took my place. We circled each other; sizing each other up. I let out another growl then, I lunged.
I collided with her and she threw me off. I landed hard, sideways into the coffee table. A rib or two cracked, but I wasn't going to quit. I jumped and grasped her out- stretched arm in my jaws. She shook me about like a ragdoll, but I had locked my jaws and I wasn't going anywhere! She flung me against the wall and I had no choice but to let go. I stood panting ans watching for what she would do next.
She did just what I wanted her to do. She ran at me so I ran at her legs and knocked them out from under her. She fell and I leapt onto her chest and pinned her to the floor. She had a look of disbelief. I guess she didn't think that a simple lycanthrope could win a fight with a big, strong, vampire.
"I guess....you....win," She stammered at me. "Now get off of me!"
I gave her face a mocking lick, which I received a slap for, and leapt off. I walked over to the couch, with my bushy tail held high, and jumped onto it; edging closer to Carlisle in case Rosalie decided that she wanted a re-match.
"Well Rosalie, what do you think of werewolves now?" Alice asked in a mocking tone. She didn't reply, but turned a little more away from me.
"Wolf, if you don't mind, please change back, so we can talk further." Carlisle asked. I jumped over the back of the couch and changed back. Instead of a pure white wolf, there was now a scrawny teenage girl, not threatening in the least.
"Well, that was fun," I said sitting down again. My ribs hurt, but it wasn't too bad. My wrist however, was killing me. "How about a proposition? I will help you with your newborn problem IF you let Caleb Ward and me use your land." I hoped this would appeal to them, but I was skeptical.
"I know you need land, but why would you want to help us get rid of the newborns?" esme asked. I could see where this was going.
"If they kill one of the townsfolk, we, the bittens, automatically get blamed. The reason being, more people know about our existence." This was true. Many of our kind have been wrongly killed for things vampires have done.
"That explains a lot!" Now what did she want to bug me about?!"Save yourselves! Are you even doing this to help us?" Rosalie asked. If she didn't shut up, I was going to shut her up myself!
"Rosalie! That is enough! She is just trying to help us out! Yes, she may be helping her own people at the same time, but what is wrong about that?!?" Edward was actually standing up for me. He probably just didn't want me to kick his sister's butt again. "Say one more thing! I dare you!" He added threateningly to her. Rosalie was quiet again. "Who's Caleb?" He added. I knew someone was going to ask who he was. How should I explain this?
"Um...well, he's my, um.........close friend." There was an awkward silence.
"Rightttt.........sure. I know what you mean."
"Yeah, Edward. You're one to talk. You and Bella. That's right, I've seen you two together." Emmett said. He then did that crotch move from the AC/DC music video of "You Shook Me all Night Long." I couldn't help but to chuckle. Edward glared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing." He said, grudgingly.
"Let's get back to the task at hand," Carlisle got everyone's attention back. "So let me get this straight, you would help us with the newborns just for a little land?"
"Yep."
"Are you sure you know what you're getting into?"
"Yep," I answered again.
"Alright, we have a deal. Now where are you staying?"
"Weelll.......I was planning on going back to London today. My uncle is expecting me at 5:30."
"How would you get back to London in thirty minutes? A plane takes at least ten hours from here." I guess I had some explaining to do.
"I guess I've been beating around the bush. Here goes. Not only am I a werewolf, I'm a witch. You know, magical wand and all that kinda stuff." Yeah I know. I just broke a Magical Decree, but hey, what the hell! They're not supposed to exist either!
"What do you mean by you're a witch?"
"I mean what I said. I'm a witch. Here, I'll prove it. Anyone hungry- no wait, bad idea. Okay.." I looked around for an idea. "See that chair over there? Watch." I pulled out my battered old wand. "Accio chair." It soared into the air and narrowly missed Rosalie's head as it flew through the air.
"See? What did I tell you?" I sent it back to the table. "What did ya think of that?"
"That was amazing! I didn't know that witches existed!" Alice was ecstatic. She looked like a small child on Christmas morning.
"So now that I've proven I'm a witch," I said getting up from the couch, "I've got to get back to London. I'll grab my uncle and I'll be back before you guys can say 'pig in pyjamas.'"
"How do we know you'll come back?" Emmet asked.
"Here," I took off my claw necklace. "This was my grandfather's claw. If I want it, I'll have to come back."
"Eww. Gross. Cool."
"That's what everyone else says." I walked over to the front door and walked out. "See you guys later." I closed it behind me. All they heard was crack and I was gone.