Chapter 21

Anger

The students flooded into the Great Hall after the match for a feast. The excitement of the end of the game overshadowed the vampire attack, with the help of Jasper. Jasper handed me his jacket, and I put it on without complaint. I sat down with my pack and ate whatever you want to call a meal you eat at three in the afternoon. I mean it's too late to call lunch, but too early to call dinner. A group of Slytherins, led by Malfoy, walked up to us.

"Well," Malfoy said, "that was quite the game. Werewolves, like father, like daughter."

"No, more like, like mother like daughter," I replied, smiling smugly.

"I can't even imagine what would have happened if you had been bitten by one of those leeches."

"I'm used to them," I replied, smiling sweetly to piss him off. "We're vampire hunters. It gets old after a while."

"You're vampire hunters? Then, why are you dating a vampire?"

The hall fell silent at the realization that the Cullens were vampires. Malfoy smirked in triumph.

"My type of werewolf has this thing called imprinting, it's to find your soul mate, and well, mine happens to be a vampire. Besides, we have a treaty with the Cullens. They don't hurt a human, we leave them alone. Trust me, the last thing they want to do is hurt a human."

"What if Cullen hurts you? Wait, you'renot human."

"No, I'm not. I'm a shapeshift. Carlisle had fun looking at our genetics. We are not human. How else could we fight vampires?"

"So, this pack," Malfoy said, "They could kill a human easily."

He was fishing for something to pin against us, to make everyone hate us.

"We protect humans, unless they insult our imprints. You'll find we are very protective of them."

"You're bound to a bloodsucking leech. How about the rest of them? Let me guess, slutty dirtblood whores?"

Paul, Seth, Quil, Jared, and Jacob all stood abruptly, causing the Slytherins to take a step back. They were all shaking slightly, Paul more than the other.

"Sit down," I ordered with a growl.

They all did, reluctantly. I stood and stepped toward Malfoy, barely reaching his nose, but towering over him, figuratively speaking.

"Insult our imprints again," I growled darkly, "and I won't stop them."

"Like they would listen to you," Malfoy scoffed.

"I'm their Alpha. They have no choice but to follow me orders."

I turned away from him and the rest of the Slytherins. My pack was glaring daggers at them.

"Not only is your father a dirtblood marrying traitor, but you have to go be friendly with shapeshifting dirtbloods and bloodtraitors like Isabella Swan. Renee and Charlie had such promise until they took on dirtblood jobs and Renee married one."

"Be careful what you say, Malfoy," I warned. "You never know who you're insulting."

"Honestly, Swan won't last long, now that she's back in our world. The Death Eaters will hunt her down, and not even you shapeshifters can stop the Avada Kedavra curse. She's as good as dead."

Malfoy smirked as I heard a low growl coming from Edward.

"He was thinking how fun it would be if he was given the privilege of doing it," Edward said, too quietly for a human to hear, but all the vampires and shapeshifters heard what he said.

Before I could say anything to stop it, Jacob dove at Malfoy, phasing and pinning him to the ground. Malfoy screamed like a five year old girl as he was tackled by a bear sized wolf. The rest of the Slytherins ran away like the cowards they were. If Jacob hadn't been about to kill Malfoy, I would have laughed. I knew what Jacob was feeling, having your imprint insulted so viciously, and he didn't even understand the dirtblood and bloodtraitor comments.

"Jacob, stop," I ordered.

Jacob followed my orders to the letter. He stopped trying to kill Malfoy, but still had him pinned to the floor.

"I did warn you, Malfoy," I smirked. "Don't insult our imprints, or threaten to kill them."

"I didn't threaten to kill her," he argued, only to give a squeak-like scream when Jacob growled loudly.

"Edward's a mind read. You thought that you wanted to- How did he put it, Edward?"

"How fun it would be if he was given the privilege of killing her," Edward hissed.

"Jacob, tear is sleeve, his left, your right," I ordered with a smile.

Jacob complied and tore the sleeve of Malfoy's robes with minimal effort. Jacob pinned Malfoy's arm to the floor, showing the Dark Mark.

"Death Eater," I hissed, viciously.

Malfoy somehow managed to get his wand out, and Jacob was shot across the hall. I stepped forward to bind Malfoy, with a simple spell, but he deflected it and grabbed my arm, turning to black vapor.

I landed unceremoniously on a dark stone floor. Someone pulled me up by my hair, and I cringed in pain. I was thrown into a cellar or dungeon of some sort. It was black. It smelled bad, and there was a lasting hint of blood. I don't know how much time I spent in that prison, but the door swung open and I was bound and levitated out of the darkness. If I had wanted to, I could have broken out of the ropes, but I wanted to see what was going on.

The bindings left me, and I dropped to the floor in a dark stone room. Torches flared to life around me. Someone pulled me up a bit by my hair, causing me to cringe slightly. I was forced to look into a horrid face. It was pale and misshapen, with slits instead of a nose.

"So, this is the infamous, Torrance Lupin," said the high-pitched, raspy voice of Lord Voldemort.

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