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Chapter 23- Feeding the demon

Without thinking I reached out and wrapped my hand around his neck. Then I slammed him into the wall. Next, I swept my feet under his, which knocked him down to the floor, picked him up, and slammed him into the wall again. He laughed while a trickle of blood ran down his face. " Keep beating me Noleen, you'll only harm your precious witch." I growled, but let go of him.

" You have ten seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on Mitchell."

" Or what? Gonna kill me again?" I grabbed him by the throat again and bared my teeth.

" No, I'll just exorcise your ass. I assume that works on spirits. Tell me Mitchell, or you're going back to Hell. And this time, I'll make sure your ass doesn't come back up." His eyes opened wide, and I couldn't help but chuckle. " I'm guessing Hell wasn't the best place to be, was it?" I raised my eyebrow and waited for him to answer.

" You'd have to ask Rosemary, she's the one who brought me back."

" She's been bringing a lot of people back from the dead lately," Lanina spoke up. I frowned, wondering when she came in the room.

" What? Did you think you could really stop all of this from happening? Annebelle has been planning to take over Volturi for a while now. Close to three centuries in fact. She was close to finishing her plans when she was beheaded."

" But that doesn't stop Annebelle," I muttered. I looked at Yuzria's face, hating that such an evil spirit was inside him. He had to be in there somewhere, it was just a matter of pulling him out. All of a sudden, something occurred to me. Something I'd never thought of before. I looked into Yuzria's eyes, seeing Mitchell in them. " You were Annebelle's pawn. Four years ago. . . you did it for her, because she wanted you to." Yuzria smirked and he flashed his teeth.

" Oh, and I thought we could get one over you. Yes, that was all for Annebelle. Nicholas, myself, and Annebelle have been planning a take over for a long, long time."

" Why can't you people stay dead!" I yelled, slamming him against the wall again. He laughed again and shrugged his shoulders.

" You can't win Noleen, you may as well give up. We wouldn't want your precious daughter getting caught in the middle. Wouldn't want Annebelle getting ahold of her." I growled and let him go. If I didn't, I would do something I would regret.

" Claudia, how long will it take you to get him out?" I asked through gritted teeth.

" Well, I have to break the bond between him and the necromancer that placed him in the host body. Then we should be able to exorcise him."

" Sounds good. Aro, where should we put him?"

" Well, he is in your friend's body. If we throw him in the dungeon, he could get sick. Maybe we should just. . . lock him in a room with a guard. We certainly cannot let him near Yuzria's wife."

" I agree. Call Felix up, he won't let him out of his sight."

" I'll do that right away." Aro walked away, clearly glad to get out of the room with Claudia. She smiled and chuckled softly.

" I tend to make most vampires jumpy."

" I wonder why," I laughed. I looked over at the table, my eyes landing on a very pissed off Laurent. His eyes were black, and his pale hands were clenched in his lap. I could see he wasn't breathing, which was unusual. Though we didn't have to, we did out of habit. Claudia was looking at him too, her eyes worried. Yuzria was still by the wall, the smirk still plastered on his face. Laurent was staring at him, his face full of hatred. He stood, his posture stiff.

" I need to get out of here." He said, his back turning from us.

" Laurent, what's wrong?" Claudia asked. I watched him shake his head and leave. I knew what was wrong, and my heart ached for him. Lisa. Mitchell being here was bringing all memories of Lisa forth, and I knew how much that had to hurt him. I turned to Mitchell, who was grinning his head off. I couldn't keep thinking of him as Yuzria, because that wasn't my friend standing so close to me.

" Yuzria, if you're in there," I started, but Mitchell interrupted with more laughing. I glared at him, wondering what was so funny.

" He's in here sweetheart, but he isn't coming out anytime soon. I have a tight leash on him. But don't worry, he's fine." I waited for Felix to come and take Mitchell. But after everything that had happened, I found myself in serious need of a hunt. So, I left.

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I sat in the darkness, waiting for my prey to come out of the bar. Usually I would just go in and lure him out with my feminine wiles, but I wasn't feeling up to being seductive at the moment. I just wanted to fill the unquenchable thirst I had. I wanted to feel the warm liquid run down my throat, over my mouth and skin. I wanted to hear my victim cry out in pain. You're thinking too much like Annebelle. Calm it down, I scolded myself. The silence was comfortable; a thick blanket wrapping around me. I could feel myself slipping into the darkness more and more with each passing minute. But, I couldn't tell anyone that. I had a duty, and all be damned, I was going to perform it. I crouched on my knees and tilted my head, listening to the words in the air.

Suddenly, a stone cracked from behind me. I stiffened and waited to smell the sweet rush of blood, and when I did it was mixed with the awful stench of were. I growled low and sprang up from my hiding place. The werewolf froze, his hands up in surrender. " Just looking for food." He told me innocently. I didn't buy it.

" Why are you looking for food here?" I questioned. I was in a dark alley, in a bad place in town. There were no good restaurants, hell, there wasn't a good anything down here. He shrugged his shoulders and was getting ready to walk past me. I held up a hand and stopped him. " Who are you here with?"

" Phillip, my name is Derek." I inspected the were in front of me, unsure whether or not to believe him. I would've thought him to be attractive if he hadn't been a were. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was only slightly taller than myself, standing at probably around 5'8. I inhaled deeply, cringing at the musk, forest scent laced in his blood that was so clearly were. I couldn't tell if he was lying.

" Go," I simply said, pointing my head towards the bar. He bowed his head slightly to the left, then walked away from me. I watched him cross the road to the bar, then go into the deep forest behind the bar. I was set to follow him when I saw my victim of the night come out of the bar. He was stumbling, his eyes glazed over. I groaned and mentally cursed the man. Then I followed Derek.

-&-

I stayed far back enough so that I could still sense him, but that he couldn't sense me. I got the idea that he wasn't a very smart, or careful were, and I was glad for that. I skipped over any branches in my way, and practically flew through the trees. Running was always such a thrill, such an excitement to do. Well, except if you're running for you life. Then it isn't very fun. All of a sudden my stomach clenched in a cramp, causing me to double over. Saliva dripped down my chin; I was so thirsty. In my head, I could hear Annebelle laughing. She knew how much this was killing me. That bitch.

I straightened myself back up and continued on my way. I tried to ignore the pain as best as I could, it wasn't easy. Finally, Derek stopped. I listened, waiting to hear anyone else's voice. But all I heard was a crunch, and then I smelled the copper scent I loved so much. I couldn't help it, I couldn't ignore feeding any longer. I rushed forward and collapsed on the grass. But the sight in front of my was enough to stop me from going any farther. A better part of the victim's neck was gone. Blood streamed down Derek's face.

I could feel myself gag as I thought of the flesh in his mouth. I'd only heard rumors that some werewolves needed flesh like we needed blood. I never expected it to be true. " What are you doing here," he growled, his eyes looking wolfish. I snarled back and stood up. My appetite was still there, but I couldn't suck blood from a werewolf victim. I spat in his direction and then wiped the spit off my chin.

" And you say you're so much better than us. You're attacking this woman like she's. . . You're no better than us. Hell, you're more a monster." I told him forcefully.

" Oh yeah, and you were going to do what? Have a spot of tea with your victim? I could see the blood lust in your eyes."

" At least I don't rip them apart."

" No, you just drain them of their blood."

" While this is very humorous, Derek, we need to head back to the castle." A voice suddenly said. I hadn't heard anyone approach, I didn't like that. I turned and then hated myself for doing so. I chuckled bitterly and looked at my former friend. Someone whom I hadn't seen since my father's death.

" Jacob, what a surprise."

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A/N: Ah, an update of our favorite heroine with an attitude haha. Hope you enjoyed it. Yes, I know my supernatural views are different from Mrs. Meyers, but that's just me. Sorry, but my were's like flesh haha. Don't worry, explanations will come. There's, of course, also more drama to come. Wouldn't you hate having Noleen's life? Haha. Thank you all so much for reading, and please update. As you know, I love hearing from you. To my loyal, loving readers, thank you so much. All I write is for you :)

Until next time,

Faith