I let an impish grin cover my delicate features while my bare feet pounded into the forest floor, I took great joy in running it was one of the only things in my life anymore that gave me any sense of true freedom. My brother could never understand my love for the feel of the wind around me and my bare feet in the mud, he would rather drive one of his many flashy cars.
I tilt my head to the side when I catch the sounds of what seemed to be a pack of werewolves after a vampire, if you could call it that. The cold ones were what I could only describe as an off brand, a spell designed to kill us gone horribly wrong.
The hiss is what really gave it away, real vampires don't hiss like frightened kittens or have blood red eyes warning the humans of what you were before you even got a chance to sink your teeth in. I smiled turning swiftly in the direction of the struggle, it had been awhile since I had the pleasure of ripping a heart out.
I got close enough to spot two groups of people, one side was a clan of cold ones as far as I could tell, by the slight sparkling as the light littered through the trees, the other a group of the biggest werewolves I had seen in ages.
I assumed I had wandered into a reservation, russest blood ran large and hot. The poor bloke in the middle is who I was most interested in, newly turned probably, and shit out of luck.
I made my presence known quickly, placing myself in the middle of the conflict, I wrapped an arm around the newborn's neck pressing his back to my chest to restrain his failed attempts to get away.
"Now, now what's with all the fuss?" I asked my voice accented and mischievous.
Both sides of the clearing freeze uncertain of how to respond, "All right darling?" I leaned down to ask to struggling vampire in my arms. He hissed at me and I frown looking between the two groups. "Well then he's quiet rude isn't he?"
"Who are you?" One of the cold ones asked me he seemed to be the leader, he was older than the rest of them, and his blonde hair was slicked back professionally.
"More importantly, what is going on here?" I asked changing the subject easily, "Here I was looking for a quiet place to settle for a few years while my damaged little family cleaned up the mess they've made for themselves and I stumble into a war between knock off vampires and pissy werewolves."
The largest wolf rumbled at me, his eyes were almost as black as his fur and I could tell by his stature that he was the Alpha. I smile at him lazily.
"Well bloody hell mate, I can't understand a word your saying."
He seemed to roll his eyes at me and seconds later a large native American man was standing in front of me, built and sanding almost seven feet tall and very naked.
"Well the werewolf is a bit of a dish isn't he?" I said looking at the cold ones, a few of them chuckled and a couple wrinkled their noses in distaste.
"We're not Werewolves we're shape shifters." The alpha corrected in a deep harsh voice.
I grin at him, "Even better proper werewolves are a pain in the arse."
He glares at me and I sigh at the lack of hospitality, "Right who are you lot then?"
He eyes me warily as he answers, his wolves still positioned to attack me at his command, "Sam Uley. This is my pack and you're on Quileute land."
My face lights up, "So I did wonder onto the reservation, well pat myself on the back for that one, I do love the stories."
He eyes me curiously as if not sure what to make of me.
"I'm Carlisle Cullun, this is my wife Esme and my family, Alice, Jasper, Emmet, Rosalie, and Edward." The one I had pegged as the leader of the clan spoke up proving me right.
"Charmed." I smirked tilting my head in a mock bow, jerking the vampire in my arms when he started to struggle once again.
"What did you mean by knock off vampires?" The blonde one named Rosalie asked her nose turned up at me her tone bitchy.
"I mean off brand, in bred, cheap hard copies. Take your pick sweetheart." I sneer sweetly not giving her a chance to out bitch me. I have a feeling that if I wasn't such an amusing person they wouldn't be tolerating me for so long, but some of them seemed to be enjoying my presence.
"There are other vampires?" Sam asked in his deep rumbling voice his brows furrowed as he watched the newborn struggle in vain in my arms.
"Well now I'm feeling a little insulted, cold ones are the only kind of vampires you get around here?"
"What are you?" Sam asked his eyes narrowed at me in distrust and curiosity.
"I'm what a real vampire looks like darling. All warm flesh, blood pumping, beating heart, blood sucking immortal." I grinned quite enjoying myself choosing to ignore the similarities between me and Niklaus peeking their way through the surface.
"You see Vampires were created by a spell a couple thousand years ago, cold ones were created by another spell meant to kill us, but it went horribly wrong, the vampire she tested it on, ended up like you cold hard skin, un-beating hearts, Bloody red eyes, and you sparkle in the sunlight instead of burn. A disappointment really."
After the impromptu history lesson, they were all watching me curiously like I was something they had never encountered and I guess I was.
Sam gave a look back at the three other wolves flanking him and they shifted back into human form. Two boys and a girl.
The boys were younger than I expected teenagers really though they didn't look it, one had curly hair and soft eyes, the other short wavy hair and eyes that held the light of a puppy and reminded me painfully of Henrik. The girl way about twenty or so if I had to guess, she had short straight hair and held a slight look alike to the puppy like boy, I assumed they were siblings with the way she shifted toward him protectively.
"What do you want?" The girl asked harshly.
I tutted, "I still don't know what all the fuss is about." I said indicating to the situation around us and jostling the cold body in my arms.
"They broke the treaty." Sam explained. Glaring at the vampire clan across from them.
"He's not with us." Edward argued glaring back but only really accomplishing to look Angsty.
"So you're mad at them, because a vampire came on your land. And their mad at you because he's not with them and you want him dead?" I ask curiously.
They shifted uncomfortably, the youngest puppy like wolf nodded his head yes at me in response to my question.
I scoff, "Well then you're going about this all arse over face." I turn the body in my arms faster than they can see getting a hand in his cold hard chest, my fist grips his cold un-beating heart and he gasps, "Toot aloo darling." I drawl yanking hard letting his body fall to me feet and his heart fall carelessly out of my hand. "There, problem solved."
They're all staring at me horrified, Sam growls at me shifted forward threateningly, "Who are you?" He demands.
I sneer at him narrowing my hazel eyes, "I assume you're joking."
"You're a Mikaelson." Carlisle says his voice barely above a whisper his face filled with barely concealed fear.
I tilt my head in acknowledgement.
"Arabelle (R-Uh-Bell) Mikaelson. The pleasure is yours."
