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I kind of suck at synopses, so just check it out, yeah?

I've been stewing over a Maximum Ride/Twilight crossover for about 2 or 3 years.

I'm a horrible procrastinator.

Here's some info:

Most of the characters of Twilight with the concept of Maximum Ride exercised upon one individual

Foul-tempered, foul-mouthed, blue-eyed Bella

There's no Charlie and no Renee – there is, however, Valencia and Ella Martinez, both characters from Maximum Ride

Not sure whether or not there'll be a Jacob Black in this one. Not that I don't love him, but I just don't do love triangles. In light of that, after I finish this Of Flight and Blood with the Bella/Edward mashup, I'll be doing a version of Of Flight and Blood with a Bella/Jacob mashup. That way, everyone's happy :)

Besides the aforementioned, all other characters are the same and so are the settings

Multiple POV

NEways. Thanks for checking this out! Enjoy~

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Prologue

He stepped into the clearing. The scent of blood tainted the air. He inhaled, and white, scalding fire exploded in his throat. It'd been days since he last fed.

There. On the leaf – a speck of blood. He walked cautiously towards it, listening for any movement, watching for any threat even though there were few things more dangerous than he and those like him.

And yet, he still wasn't prepared for the missile that slammed into him and sent him crashing into a tree. The tree tumbled, cracking and splitting beneath his rock hard skin. Before he could right himself, he felt a hand wrap itself in his shirt, and he was tugged upright and flung into another tree. This one splintered but didn't break completely.

He found himself staring into a pair of deep blue eyes that promised a slow, agonizing death. From his hole in the tree, he watched the eyes narrow as a hand tightened around his throat and pushed him further into the hole his body had created.

The scent of blood clung to the girl like a pirate to a treasure, and feathers rained down around them. There was down in her dark hair.

"Who the fuck are you?" she snarled harshly. "Speak quickly, vampire." The hand cut off his air supply – as if he needed it. "Because the next five seconds will determine whether you live or die."