Author's Note: I'm once again taking a stab at fanfiction, this time with Twilight. So this takes place sort of near the end of the first book in the series. I know, it's kind of strange tht the pack is in this story since it's so early in the saga but that's called improv! I'm sure that the idea has already been used considering there are over 25,000 Twilight fanfics, so if you're someone who has used this idea, well...great minds think alike! Haha, so enjoy and please critique, because I was struggling to get this started. Advice is appreciated.
"I heard, as if from underwater, the final growl of the hunter. I could see, through the long tunnels my eyes had become, his dark shape coming toward me. With my last effort, my hand instinctively raised to protect my face…"
JAMESPOV
A small smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth as a sense of accomplishment surged through my body. I now had the girl to feast on and surely after seeing the footage of her last moments her lover boy would come after me too. A two for one special, I thought to myself. I began advancing towards Bella's limp, motionless body, savoring the scent of her sweet blood as it oozed from several wounds. I kneeled down in front of her and took her hand in to my own, tracing the delicate blue veins that bulged through her pale skin. I lifted the smooth skin towards my mouth and took the first satisfying bite. The mesmerizing taste of her blood by far exceeded my expectations. I began to savor the sweet liquid as it soothed my burning throat, but then out of nowhere, some force threw me across the room. I looked around angrily for whatever creature had interrupted my meal, but the scent flooded my nose before I had the chance to see its source.
Werewolves. I hopped up from the ground and focused on the large dark figures which were now standing on all fours protectively in front of my prey. I tried to distinguish the outlines of the dogs in the dimly lit room, but they seemed to just create one mass of fur and teeth. It wasn't until they began advancing towards me that I could see four separate pairs of enraged eyes. Four was an incredibly daunting number compared to one, however they were blocking the only exit, and their speed could easily surpass my own. My only choice was to fight.
JACOBPOV
I could sense her presence, as we bounded around the corner of Cactus Street. Approaching the studio the bloodsuckers had talked about, I listened carefully for any sound of life. A small growl echoed from inside the studio, and within and instant my pack and I had transformed in to our hairier selves. We entered the building almost silently, planning on surprising the filthy murderer. As our eyes adjusted to the dark atmosphere, I saw Bella lying motionless on the floor, and then fury raged through my mind as I saw James eagerly sucking on her hand. Without another moment's hesitation I bounded towards him, savoring his look of surprise when he flew through the air and slammed against the far wall, leaving a crack in the wood. Upon realizing his opponents the bloodsucker jumped up and looked towards us, anxiously waiting for our next move.
'Slowly advance towards him,' Sam commanded through thought. The rest of us obeyed. James suddenly heaved all his weight towards us, hoping to separate the group and make it easier for him, but his strength was nothing compared to ours and he stumbled backwards with failure. We remained crouched, waiting for the command to pounce.
'NOW!' Sam's booming voice commanded, and we began tearing the bloodsucker to shreds.
BELLAPOV
Darkness swallowed my mind, blocking out all the terrifying images of James. Although I could no longer see his ravenous eyes looking at me longingly, the rest of my senses were still keenly aware. Especially touch. Cold, spindly fingers raised my hand up to even colder lips. I mentally threw up after hearing the satisfied sigh as James smelled my palm. Then the pain began. His teeth sank in to my flesh, crushing the bones as well, and an uncomfortable tugging sensation ran up my arm as the blood began being drawn out. I tried to scream, move, anything- but my limbs remained paralyzed, along with my voice. I began preparing myself for death, finding solace in the thought that I may eventually meet Edward in the afterlife. But, just as I was beginning to accept my fate, the teeth tore away from my hand, followed by a crash across the room.
I felt relieved, that my life hadn't ended, but then the real pain started. A terrible burning feeling started in my hand and then began to creep up my arm like a vine. I gasped for air, as my lungs ignited, but my throat closed stopping any breath from entering. My eyes popped open, and I struggled to realize where I was, but the pain was disorienting. I whipped my head to the side and made out some unusually large dogs, which were eagerly, snapping their jaws on a mess of flesh-James-I realized, but before I had time to react another surge of pain bolted through. I then realized what was happening. I-Isabella Swan- was turning in to a vampire. I clawed at the wall behind me in an attempt to stand. I had to find Edward; he would know how to help.
I scrambled out the door leaving the prey and predators alone. I started running back the way I had come, but the venom tore at my body, causing me to double over in pain. I heard the distant rumble of a car and realized that I had to get away from humans. I crawled in the small wooded area behind the studio and whipped out cell dialing Alice's number with the last bit of energy I had.
"BELLA!" Alice screeched in to the phone. "Where are you?! I can't see you in my visions. Why did you run off?! Bella?! Answer me!"
"A-Alice," I managed to whisper hoarsely. "Go to the w-woods behind the studio Alice. I'm chang-" The burning took over my throat before I could finish the thought. I dropped the phone and turned my face towards the ground to muffle the scream that followed.
ALICE POV
"Bella, you're what...Bella?!" I snapped the phone shut. I looked up to meet a pair of deep black eyes that had been listening in on the whole conversation. Edward's jaw was clenched but his bottom lip quivered displaying his anger and worry. 'Follow me,' I thought and then raced out the door, with a distressed Edward at my heels. Edward took a deep breath once outside to try and find a trail that Bella's scent might have left behind. He took off, and eventually we found the street we were looking for. Edward stopped suddenly and turned toward me with surprised eyes.
"What?"
He looked down the street and back towards me. "Something's wrong. Her scent is weaker here than it was far away. And there's something else that's famililar..." I inhaled deeply trying to identify the second scent. Edward was right, it did smell familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it.
"Edward, we don't have time to stay here and think, we need to find Bella," I coaxed. The urgency returned to Edward's expression and we ran to the wooded area behind the studio. Only a few paces in lay Bella writhing in pain on the damp ground. Edward dropped to the ground and began searching Bella's body for what was ailing her. Then he saw it. The mark on Bella's hand that had decided her fate. The place where the poison had entered.
"How long do you think the venom's been in her?" Edward asked turning towards me. I shrugged, trying to figure how long it would have taken Bella to reach James.
"She was already in a lot of pain when she called," I responded averting my gaze from Edward's desperate face. "Edward...I think it's too late to get the venom out. Bella is turning in to a vampire."