21. Into Dust


My heart beat was about to kill me. It pounded against my chest like a giant iron fist. A spark of lighting illuminated the darkened sky. Drops of coin sized rain fell from the sky like angel tears. I couldn't control myself, my body shook as I caught one whiff of the too-sweet scent, and a hint of old blood. Warm hands gripped my shoulders as I ripped out a snarl.

Then my mind caught up, my eyes focused, only one thought pierced through my mind like a flaming arrow.

Those bastards killed my mother.

The change came naturally, provoked by anger and my lust for the kill. I remembered what the gang had said, it's like chewing through stone, and it's hard but easy to tear apart for them. My eyes dilated, my nails turned to claws and I could feel my jaw crack against my sharp teeth. I could see them now.

Their eyes were bright crimson red, like fresh pools of blood. They were dirty yet there was something intriguing and attractive about them. The way they moved. There were only two. Both were males. Both were shirtless and covered with scars and soil.

They entered into the clearing and their disgusting scent sent me to all fours as I felt the rest of my body change. I could see—no, feel—the rest of the pack and my brother shift and transform into their pelts. My claws dug deep into the earth. Bringing dirt underneath my nails, I could feel the coldness of it. The ground trembled and it vibrated through my body, I never took the gaze away from the bastards that killed mother. They had a look of shock and amusement on their faces. Were they not scared? Did they enjoy impending death? Or did they thirst for the warmth of blood trickling down their lips to care?

What ever the reason, I intended to kill them myself.

There was a soft growl to my left. My brother looked at me with his amber-yellow eyes, he had half shifted, leaving him totally shirtless, his muscles were defined and rippled through out his body. His roguish hair was damp from the rain. I could sense his thoughts; it was still awkward for me to decipher them so clearly and him I. But I pushed all those things away. There was only one thing I was programmed to do right now. And that was to rip those S.O.B's head's off.

I tensed up, I could feel EVERY muscle in my body tighten, ready to be released and spring.

But just as I let go and pounce I was pulled back by familiar jaws.

I snarled and nipped at Paul's shoulder. He growled in return and tried to nudge me away from the clear.

What are you doing?! They killed my mother!

I kept shouting in my head. This was the only time I hoped our weird lycanthrope telepathy met at the same wavelength like a radio wave or signal. He did. And he didn't give in; he turned his back to the bloodsuckers and stared me down.

They're going to kill you. You have no clue what to do.

If a wolf could give dagger eyes, that would be me. And what saddened me the most was that this was probably our first fight as a couple. And we were doing that, as animals.

I tried to break my way through as I heard the whimpers of Quil and Embry. They had brought Claire and Emma to the "practice" because with the leeches out, they felt uneasy with their mates alone back home. No one expected for the vamps to track US down. Especially not Quil and Embry, who now covered their imprints with heavy shoulders.

Paul nudged me back more aggressively this time. This time I bit harder on his nose. He snarled at me and jumped back in shock. His anger flashed through his eyes and I could sense it bubbling inside him. This killed me. Why was I fighting him when I could be ripping heads off?

I wished. I wished…

I wished you would just move aside and just LEAVE ME ALONE!

My body darted away from him and I launched myself into an already raging fight. I was scared that they were already ripped to shreds and burnt somewhere but it seemed to be still raging on. One of those killers was extremely fast. Real fast, a little faster than that red-bronze haired veg-vamp that Jake hates. The other seemed to have…where's the other one?

My mind froze.

It shocked me how much anger flooded my system when I thought they killed the leech.

No, I'm supposed to kill them! I am! Rip them, bite them, and kick them in the groin whatever! But I GET TO KILL THEM.

Something grabbed my right ankle and pulled me down hard as I tried to leap in the fight. I smashed my muzzle against the ground. I glimpsed at the bloodsucker who I had thought died and I smiled to myself. Yes. He's mine.

I twisted my body and snapped at his hands. It was stony feeling but I managed to rip out a chunk. It tasted disgusting. Like chewing down on potpourri. It didn't even seem to hurt him. Just a flash of amusement. Then the intense darkness that clouded his eyes made me stumble back a couple of paces. I wasn't comfortable fighting in my shift, I tried to concentrate. What did Yas teach me about transforming half way? Control.

Fudge-bars! I was never good at control.

I didn't have time anyways. The bloodsucker circled me, every time stepping closer, pushing me into the thick forest. I tried to will my body to change, but it didn't listen, it sensed the danger in front of me and it stayed to fight. But I suck at fighting as a wolf stupid body!

He lunged and I snapped. Two fingers off. Eight more to go, then I'll go for the arms, then the legs, then the head.

Again a flash of amusement. Nothing more.

He had a long face, chiseled but a little disfigured by two long scars from bottom of the right eye to chin. He was of a medium build, wasn't that much taller than me, but looked to be in his late twenties.

His jeans were frayed and holey at the knees. His knee shot up and right into my jaw. I heard something crack and realized it was my jaw. A whimper escaped my muzzle and I stumbled back a couple more steps. And that's when it happened, my body finally listened to me as I willed it to shift back. I could see my HANDS, my hands…with no claws that should be on every finger. Panic rang through my head. Warning bells. I didn't shift half way I shifted back to a human. But panic came too late as the vamp ran his hand through my stomach. I felt no pain until I dropped to the ground.

This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't supposed to happen.

The bloodsucker's face was the only thing I saw as he bared his fangs and leaned in.

A/N: Hey! Sorry for the LONG delay. School. Well I passed Physics!! Hoorah! Now for Chem and Bio. Gee fun, yeah I know. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter; it was hard trying to tap into my character again. I have been writing other stories, my own stories with my own characters so many personalities were conflicting my storyline. So hope you enjoyed it, the next chapter will come soon! This time I mean it. Cuz if I don't' post it up…my friend is going to kill me.