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Warnings: Character Death. Violence (duh..)
AN: Aside from the whole will-I won't I: sorry about that-I was stressed out about Real Life. That aside, I don't have to much of a excuse. So to make up for it, I'll post three chapters today.
As always, Enjoy!
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Chapter six: Tides of Red.
Snarling ripped through the air, bodies slamming heavily into their surroundings. Limbs spiraling out of control; Wolves' fangs pushing through granite skin, and muscles leaked out of Vampire flesh; bones poking out. Two newborns rushed me, and another four went for Paul. All redheads for him, a blonde and a brunette for me.
The two flew at me. I crouched low, waiting for them to come in range. Their fangs brushed my skin, venom gleaming on my arms. I leapt up, crashing into them. The blonde's teeth blasted out from her mouth, scattering into the air. The brunette's ribs clattered together. I swiftly kicked both at the same time; they flew into tree trunks.
Before the blonde could react, I grabbed her arm, sending her crashing into the brunette. The pair careened into another tree trunk, causing it to crack in half, and fall on them. I could hear them squirming beneath the rotting wood. Blonde burst out before Brunette, splinters glimmered on the newborn's bodies.
Both rushed me; I pulled back my fists. Each knuckle connected to iron skin-skin that rippled and broke. Before either could attack, I pulled at their limbs; a fierce tug, and they'd come apart. Ripping the pieces, and letting them struggle on the ground. The four redheads circled Paul; they whirled around him like ballet dancers. Paul dodged their swipes and lunges. He whirled, sinking his fangs into the arm of one redhead; another kicked him in the stomach. He yelped, slashing at the third's face-ripping it wide open.
Somehow, he managed to get them unconscious; his fangs scattered their bodies. He gathered them up, growling in satisfaction. He gave me look to suggest to do the same; my pieces were wiggling away from me. I scooped them up and hurried to Paul's side. The two of us sprinted back to La Push.
At our destination, Harry and Sue were feeding the bonfire. Paul tossed his pieces into the fire; the smoke curling out with an obscene smell. Through the haze of the fire, I'd swear that the two of them were glaring at me. They probably wanted to shove me in the fire as well. Another wolf bounded towards us-Leah. The two shared words through their wolf mind link. Leah phased into human form.
"Paul-you are to go assist Jared on the west side; Bella meet up with Seth at the high school!"
"Got it." I replied.
Out of the corner of my eye, another wolf appeared to put more bits in the fire. My feet brushed over the earth; Seth's scent was getting closer. Other scents came rushing forward, the scents of other newborns-five of them. On the rooftops the six of them fought; it was a good thing it was the weekend.
I was at the fence, ripping it away as easily as swatting a fly. The chain link clattered to the ground behind me, and the grass gave way to pavement. My feet touched the side of the building as I flew up the side of the building. I jumped up, landing on the rooftop easily.
Seth's lupine form twisted and turned, and the five newborns followed like points of light. I leapt into the fray, swiping at a male newborn. He hissed in retaliation, pouncing on me. His body was lithe and hard; his jaws scissoring up and down near my throat. I could feel his fangs brush my cheek; I thrashed underneath him. I could feel the venom drop in my hair.
The newborn pinned me tight, growling savagely. I could feel something shaking-I'll be damned if he kills me. I freed my arms from him, and plunged my fingers into his sides. They pierced through tough hide, ripping apart organs, and feeling the blood seep through the punctures and coating my fingers. Slick, hot blood running down my fingers, meandering down into the crevices of my elbows.
The delicious scents overwhelming me, sending tremors through my body. What a wonderful feeling-have to stop breathing. I could feel my fingers meeting in the middle, still encased in the newborn's flesh. I pushed harder, feeling the newborn's body tear apart, and as the blood splattered on my stomach, I felt an unexpected ripple of pleasure.
The newborn's torso ripped off, spinning into the air and falling on the ground below us. The lower half keeled over. I picked it up by the knees and flung it at a blond newborn. The newborn turned from its attack on Seth, snarling in rage. Seth gave his wheezing laugh, and let me face the blond newborn, while he turned on the other three.
The blond rushed at me. I grinned, and crouched low. The blond did the same, and at the same time we rushed at each other. The sound was like crashing boulders, and our bones shattered against each other. We strained against each other, grappling and shoving each other. He shoved me hard, and the ground came out from under me; I was soaring across from the building. Gravity pulled me down, but I kicked at the wall to stop myself from falling. I soared back up, biting the blond. It wasn't the neck, but his shoulder instead. Another happy shudder went through me when I felt my venom flow and spurt out. It felt so satisfying to bite down, and rip and tear. Ligaments, muscle, sinew, and bone, and blood. Blood.
The blond shoved himself away, his arm on the ground before him. Dropping into a crouch, I made my way towards him. He would not escape. I struck, breaking both of his legs and pulling them apart. The blond shrieked in pain, a response that told me I was winning.
I left the blond in pieces. The dog had defeated two of newborns, and the third still attacking. The torso of the first newborn I had destroyed had attached itself to the dog's back. It was my prey, and it would be mine to take. I leapt; the dog yelped in surprise at my action. It squirmed underneath me; its horrible stench clung to its fur-I almost recoiled.
The newborn torso's head was firmly in my jaws; I felt it burst beneath my fangs. Scents overwhelmed me, and more satisfying shudders went through my body. I felt the dog's presence again; I growled at him, for he was too close to my pray. I could smell blood just ripe for the taking. The dog advanced. I bared my teeth in warning.
It moved-I rushed forward. It recoiled from my blows, yelping whenever pain was inflicted. It was an abomination, my enemy. Its awful scent, its hairy form. I snarled at it. I rushed it, snapping my fangs at it. Its throat was so close to my fangs.
It whimpered beneath me, and suddenly it phased back. It was a boy again-its blood was different somehow; My fangs went closer to him. Him. The Boy. Seth. His name is Seth. Noting the change he said-
"So you've calmed down now?"
"…y-y-yes…s-I'm sor-"
"Ah good, you're back to normal." he smiled.
" …ah yes."
"Well we better get back."
"Yes."
We gathered up the newborn pieces, and jumped off the roof. Seth had phased back for more speed, but no doubt the other wolves now knew what happened. When we returned to the bonfire, Seth went straight to Sam; Leah was shaking. She was ashen and had bunched her hands into fists; ignoring Seth altogether, she made a beeline for me.
Her form wavered between human and wolf. She was so livid she couldn't even speak. I felt so small standing next her, and feeling her eyes burn me; she raised her hand-until Seth caught it before it hit its target.
"Its not her fault."
"….you?!"
"Please calm down." he tried to sound soothing.
"You will kill us all." she said to me.
Jared and Embry led me back to the garage, their hearts beating angrily; the light from the outside caught the garage doors, illuminating the inside machinery. I was left to my thoughts.
This was the first time that I lost it. I had come close a few times, in the last few weeks that we'd been fighting Victoria's army. Instead of handing me over to Victoria, the wolves have been fighting to keep me. They couldn't let me go, it seems it would be in bad conscious for them to leave me-something about not letting me kill anyone while they can help it. I think Leah might be right-I will be the death of everyone here. Sam wanted me to be of use, maybe this is the only way that I could be of use…
As night fell, the sounds of fighting still went on, as it has been for the last few weeks. None of the wolves were near me; Seth had managed to convince Sam and the rest of the pack that I wasn't a threat.
I finally stood up, now I knew what I had to do. I walked over to the garage door, drew back my palms, and slammed the hard into the garage doors. Two huge dents appeared; I curled my fingers into fists, and slammed them into the dents. The door blew itself wide open. Without a second thought, I rushed out of the garage.
Out in the open air, I could smell easier; I found the one I was looking for. Victoria was just outside the La Push boundary. I ignored the rest of the scents, focusing only on hers. I found her lithe form standing there-waiting for me with a smile on her face.
"Finally. Are you ready?" she asked in a mocked cheerful voice.
"Yes." I replied; lets get this over with.
Victoria advanced, and her eyes danced with malice. Stepping forward; muscles gliding forward beneath flawless skin. The joy that radiated in her eyes spoke of personal satisfaction. I walked forward; I certainly won't let her destroy me without a fight.
"Just promise me that once you'll leave everyone else alone; just fight me, and go through me and no one else." I didn't let my voice waver.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I promise I'll keep my word." she sounded impatient.
"Very well."
I closed my eyes, letting my senses wash over me. I felt strangely calm; I knew what she was about to do. I let all my worries slide away-it would all be over soon. The others would move on, and I would fulfill my role as a protector. No one would have to shed blood over me any more, and it would end with me.
Her hands were rushing forwards, an entire body sliding into motion. It blew my hair in crazy swirls; the air felt so good around me. Scents cascaded around me-wait-
Wolves. My eyes snapped open; they had found us. Victoria was livid, her eyes narrowed and blazing. They looked so vicious- all of them, but, most of all Victoria. Her head swiveled ominously before settling on me.
"You tricked me." her voice low with rage, unable to contain herself.
The wolves tensed-Victoria gave a screech. Suddenly, there was a flurry of movement-newborns everywhere. She called them there-it was her backup!
The two sides sprung at each other, the sounds of the bodies crashing together was thunderous, and horrific war cries rent the air. Blood went everywhere, splattering across the forest. The smell was wonderful. Victoria howled-waiting for me to attack. She would get a hellova fight. The sounds and sights of fighting rang throughout my senses; my instincts clamoring for blood-to rip and tear. Destroy-kill or be killed.
I let my exhilaration loose-let me do what I was born to do. I lunged at Victoria. Our teeth ripped at each other, slashing flesh. Iron hands smashing the boundaries of bones. Each thrust of movement send shockwaves of pleasure down my spine. The way blood splashed on our bodies. I could feel our frames shudder with each shattering blow.
My jaws grazed her neck-I clamped down. The memory of doing it before sent new excitement rush in me; my prey was going to die. My fangs slid into her, penetrating granite flesh. I felt my venom swell up, bubbling into the surface. I pressed myself closer to her; she won't escape. My venom spurted out; I could feel it flowing, pushing it's way inside her.
I hit an artery-Victoria shrieked in pain, bucking and twisting inside my embrace. I suddenly went flying, slamming hard into a tree trunk. The tree uprooted and toppled to the ground. I saw her figure retreating away from the thick spot of fighting. She wouldn't get away from me so easily. I leapt up out of the wreaked tree, and gave chase. We ignore the rest of the fighting; I recognized the area we were running through-no. Human scents speeding by us. One in particular-the scent I'd know by heart.
Charley.
Victoria was in my backyard. I struggled to catch up-how was she faster than me?! Her bare feet flew onto my porch, kicking down the door. I heard Charley's cry of alarm. Why now of all times did he have to be home?! I heard the sickening crunch of bones and the breaking skin. The smell of his blood on the surface-my father's blood. Not appetizing even to me now-but to Victoria it would be.
No.
Her fangs tantalizing close; I was too far away. Punctured-the sucking. Victoria was eating Charley. No! I could hear screaming, and I was in the living room-seeing. I bared my teeth at her-not caring if Charley saw. I roared-how dare she try to hurt Charley. He looked ashen, and his heart was barely beating. She was smiling so-I wanted to rip the expression off her face. She dropped him to the floor with a smirk; her lips had his blood on them. The world blurred, and all I saw was red.
Sounds blurred tighter, colors swirling, and Victoria's scent made me dizzy. Her hair was tickling my face; I reeled my fists, snapped my fangs. The house was falling apart. Everything crashed around me; wicked scents filled me completely.
"Bella…?" a croaking voice.
I spun around, the haze cleared. Charley was lying on the floor, wearing a strange expression. I couldn't tell if he was horrified of me, or relieved to see me. Maybe it was both. Either way, he looked bad. Frail, ashen, and shaking. His eyes were heavy lidded; his heart was barely moving. I went to his side, kneeling next to him; he could barely sit up. I smiled at him, and in return he gave me a beautiful smile; he looked like an innocent child.
"Bella…its so good to see you…" his voice was reedy.
"Good to see you too." I felt my throat close up.
"What's…that look for?…don't be sad…"
"But….you-"
"….Don't….worry…about me….I'm just…glad..I got…to..see you…." he smiled.
"No wait!"
"S-sorry kiddo…tell your-Renee I-look after…each other-I love-you so…" His eyes fluttered dreamily before closing them with a sigh.
He was dead.
He looked so…peaceful-so innocent. Tight graying curls ruffled and slightly damp against angular peach skin. The few lines he had were smoothed over, blending smoothly with the rest of his face. Eyelids folded neatly and softly, with thick lashes coating the lids. His lips were still stretched in a comfortable smile. He was smiling.
He was so still; I laid him gently down onto the hardwood floor. I stood up-more newborns were approaching, and it was time to fight them. I would give Charley a wonderful place to rest after I finished the rest of them.
More wild scents burst through, but I paid them no mind. Each of those with the strange smell would be dealt with later. The newborns crawled in like filth-each hissing, or making other nonsense noises. They all advanced at the same time; I dropped into a crouch and sprung forward.
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TBC….
AN: Did I over do it? Aren't I just evil ;)
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