Here is the first actual chapter for this story. Maybe it will give you more to think about?
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"They were going to look at war, the red animal--war, the blood-swollen god."
-Stephen Crane, The Red Badge of Courage
The human leader declared war on live television today. General Isabella Swan sighed as she clicked the television off. She rubbed her temples gently and sighed. She'd often wondered what her life would be like if things had just been a little different.
From an early age she was marked for greatness. Her mother, the infamous Renee of the vampire world, had crossed human territories and had given them the technology the humans needed to destroy the immortals. It had long been believed that the only thing that could kill a werewolf, shape shifter, or vampire, were each other. How wrong they were. And, because those immortal creatures thought this way, as did the humans, the human population began to dwindle to near nothingness. That was, until Renee showed up.
After what the knowledge that she'd gifted them, they were able to design weapons unlike any the world had ever seen. They were quite beautiful for pieces of weaponry. Lightweight, but very brutal.
The other thing that marked her, was that she was the only half breed immortal in existence. Her mother had miraculously become pregnant with child. A girl to be named Isabella. She was also to fulfill a prophecy of sorts.
The vampire prophecy stated that during the great war, a woman warrior would rise above the ranks and lead her people into victory, and all creatures great and small would bow to her greatness. However, the prophecy also stated that her companion would stand fast along side her, equally as victorious.
From birth, Isabella was a fighter. She was trained to fight in all methods of combat, and even some she'd made up herself. She had vampire senses and abilities, but her body was more human. She still had a heartbeat and still had blood. Her skin was soft, but it was still impenetrable. With great skill comes great power and with that comes a great destiny.
She groaned as she recalled her father and mother beating those words into her brain from an early age. She was pretty sure the first words she'd ever spoken were "war."
Isabella looked over to the mantel where pictures of her family lined the walls. Her father had aged while her mother did not. He didn't want to be turned and she didn't want that for him. When her father passed away, her mother killed herself with one of the weapons she'd created. A real Romeo and Juliet type of romance, if you think about it.
The next picture was of Jacob Black. He's a shape shifter. In this world, you're either with the humans or the werewolves if you're a shape shifter. He'd been her best friend since birth. They grew up together and fought together. Where he was strong she was just a bit stronger.
When her father died and Isabella had to take over as General and fulfill her destiny, she enlisted Jacob and some of his pack to aid her in the human's military.
She pulled herself out of her memories when she saw the last picture. One she'd thought of taking down a million times now, but hadn't had the nerve to do so. It was a constant reminder of why she wanted to take down the werewolves so badly. James.
James was a friend of hers from school that she'd developed feelings for. That was before she knew he was a Lycan, a Werewolf. Whatever. He'd attacked one of her friends, Lauren. Her body was found shredded to pieces on the outskirts of town.
He was now the leader of the pack. Isabella put on her gear and headed down to HQ to get the newest word on the situation at hand.
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Jasper rubbed his hands over his face as he looked over files and statistics of some of his best soldiers. They'd lost 50 in a week due to the rising number of mutts. How was he supposed to compensate for all of these lives?
He knew how, but he didn't want to go with that option. It was totally a last resort effort to get back at the dogs that have taken the lives of his militia.
The vampire army would have to join forces with the human army if there were ever to be an end to the werewolves. He knew it just the same as that she-devil that they call Athena. As much as he'd hated to admit it, he'd never seen a more graceful fighter in all of existence, including himself. It was as if she danced on air when she was in battle. Like the sickening sounds of war were her symphony. Perhaps, she truly was a Goddess of War.
He snorted at the similarities between the two. He'd learned long ago that she was the "chosen one." Whatever. He knew that she'd been training to live a life of combat since she was in the womb. He knew this because he had his men keep a special eye on the humans and on Renee after she'd escaped. He'd never seen the human in person, but he's sure that they would not get along. They're both leaders and two people who were born to lead butt heads.
His eyes scanned the room before him. Trinkets and things from his human life adorned the room. Jasper sighed when he realized that his human life ended with war, and it would probably be fitting that it would end that way. He'd not have it any other way, as in his mind, he had nothing to live for.
Taking one last look in the mirror, he put on his gear and bolted out the door, heading for the vampire HQ for a debriefing of the current situation with the humans and the lycans.
Once he'd arrived at HQ, he was immediately greeted by Gianna. She'd come from the human world, desperately wanting the forever type of life that only the vampires could provide her. She was a pretty little thing. Whenever he'd walk by her, the amount of lust rolling off of her came in waves.
It wasn't that he was celibate. However, when his mind was in war mode, he thought of nothing else. It's never happened before, why break that trend now? Instead of acting on his loneliness, he simply nodded at her and paid no attention to the rejection she projected as he hurried down the corridor.
Before he could say or do much else, he was hit with a strong scent. A human scent. Venom pooled in his mouth and he had to fight down whatever was raging inside of him at this point. Then his golden eyes met her brown ones. He was mesmerized and thought perhaps he'd been staring at the face of an angel.
"Ah. There you are, son. Come, we have much urgent business to attend to." Aro smiled at the younger vampire.
Jasper stood stoically at the head of the table, his eyes staring straight into the young human woman. What was that smell that filled the air so strongly? It wasn't only a human scent. He thought no more of it, as he realized the room was also filled with vampires.
Aro continued on. "General Jasper Whitlock of the Vampire Royal Military, this is General Isabella Swan of the Human International Militia." Aro introduced.
Both leaders' eyes snapped toward each other. Isabella's eyes held no emotion. Jasper's eyes held awe, lust, and then pure anger. Anger at her for being the devil in an angel's disguise and anger at himself for losing himself in the eyes of his foe.
The president of the human world cleared his throat and spoke up. "We've come to enlist your help in the fight against the lycans. We're aware of your hatred for them just the same as our own. It would come at a great risk to you, and we would understand if you would wish to not help. However, we believe that in order to defeat them, once and for all, we will need to join forces."
Jasper could've sworn he'd heard the human woman growl deep within her chest. He could feel nothing but pure and raw anger pouring from her. She probably felt as though he would step on her toes on this mission. And she would be right. After all, what more would a human woman know about the art of combat that a skilled immortal veteran of war would know? Who cares how many years she's trained? She's still breakable. She is a human, after all.
"Have you got a problem, General?" Her honey like voice called to him. He was momentarily intoxicated by the mere sound of it. Jasper's face turned up into a scowl.
"I beg your pardon, darlin'?" He patronized. Her beautiful face (yes it is beautiful, even though he'd rather never admit that) twisted into a furious expression and glowed red with rage.
"First of all, I'm not your darlin' you Imbred, redneck, hilljack! Secondly, If you have a problem with me, I suggest you speak up, General, because I am running this show. You are simply there to offer your support. I know it will be hard for you to bow down to a woman, but I assure you, no matter how many years of prior training you have on me will get you through this alone. I've spent most of my entire existence hating these bastards. I've devised a plan. It was MY idea to enlist in your aid. Now, if you want to discuss a plan, I suggest we get started. If you want to hit on someone, I suggest you go talk to that receptionist chick. She seems pretty hard up." The she-devil seethed.
He couldn't help it. His lust spiked at the sight before him. Never in his life had he been put in his place. Never by a vampire or any other immortal, let alone a human. At this moment, he both respected and hated her. He respected her passion for her job and hated her for embarrassing him in front of a room of his colleagues.
"I will assist you, as will my men. However, speak to me in that way again, and your men will be fighting without their leader, woman." He spat.
Then he'd seen it. This fire in her eyes that was more of a warning than she could've gave him. He'd realized that he'd said the wrong thing, and he felt a small tremor of something run through his spine. Was that fear? There was no way. But his eyes locked with hers and he was immobile. The look in the Goddess of War's eyes was feral. And he for the first time in his life, he thought he may be in danger of a human.
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Okay... does this help sway any decisions?
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