Bodybags
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters and all original characters are the property of me. Any likeness to person or animal is strictly creative coincidence.
The Cullens eyes widen in horror as a pack of massive wolves leap into the small clearing; their coats dark, having aided in camouflaging them in the surrounding area and the Quileutes scent masking the other wolves. Carlisle looks on intrigued as Jacob lets out a ferocious growl, the muscles underneath his russet skin trembling, moving and seeming to breathe before suddenly exploding into a giant wolf. He cannot help the biological and physiological interest in the wolves; beings that could transform from man to beast in a matter of seconds without the aid of the full moon. Leah had referred to her kind as 'shifters' definitely eluding to a clear distinction between these wolves and the werewolves that were wiped out by the Volturri in Europe.
"Carlisle!" Turning around hearing Esme scream his name, his eyes widen as a giant dark brown wolf lunges for him. Using his speed Carlisle just barely moves out of the way of the wolf's snapping jaws only to find himself feeling a hot, searing and unbearable pain in his middle. Looking down in horror Carlisle finds his torso in the jaws of a light reddish-brown wolf, its bright brown eye staring up at him before there's a bright flash of white light and he loses touch with the world around him.
Esme screams out in agony as the wolf rips her husband in two, its massive paw crushing his skull without any hesitation or consideration of mercy. Running forward, fangs bared and laced with venom she rushes off to aid the man that saved her life and taught her to love again.
Leah curses to herself as one of the females in Ki's pack swipes at her back leg managing to knock her down to the ground. His pack being older, more matured and possessing more fighting experience was giving the Quileutes more problems. She lacked the advantage of using her burst of speed to be able to dodge this attacker and knowledge of this female's strengths and weaknesses. Quickly jumping back to her feet, she turns around and begins to fight. Canines grab hold of fur and flesh, claws dig and claw mercilessly into the other's coat.
Rachel smirks as she feels the femur of the wolf she's been fighting snap under her jaws. There's a sickening feeling deep inside that unsettles her knowing that she's intentionally maiming her brothers, not her own tribe, but her shifter brothers. That feeling is pushed aside by the pure adrenaline and rush of the fight that is only being fueled by the hormones in the air mixed in with the stench of the vampires.
Looking up she sees a massive enforcer barreling right towards her, his eyes set on her because of her smaller frame and also because she's an unmated female. Turning around she quickly runs away, the huge male quickly giving chase, but she does not run at her top speed; just enough to keep him focused on her and only her. Looking ahead of her Rachel can see Paul fighting another, the two having stopped for the moment to catch their breath and try to size the other up. Ears laid back, she picks up speed feeling the enforcer's breath on her haunches and practically tasting his excitement on her tongue. At the last second she phases and slides underneath the male and phases back putting as much space between her and the oversized combatants.
Paul's eyes widen as Rachel darts off like a bat out of hell seeming to have come out of nowhere. He jumps back startled as the male he had been fighting is suddenly knocked over, one of his own colliding into him and sending both of them into Emmett and Bella. Not wanting to let the opportunity slip by he and Jared quickly attack the two wolves each snapping a leg and earning loud and painful yelps.
It's chaos – sheer chaos all around her. Nothing makes sense; she can't recall anything ever making sense in her lifetime which feels so short. Her throat is dry, scratchy and burns. Her nostrils flare with the stench of the dogs before her but her thirst spurs her on to bite them – to feed from one of them. The other creatures in this area do not interest her as they possess nothing that she needs, values or lusts after. They have no beating hearts, no warm, sweet blood pumping through their veins. And since she's awaken all they've done is stopped her – stopped her from feeding.
But for a moment there was sweetness in the air - the slight metallic hint of blood in the air. Her eyes had immediately honed in the wolf - the girl - that slide underneath one of the dogs. Her daring escape had saved her from the other large dog but in the process she received a large open wound along her right thigh. Rachel knowing that it'll heal soon enough once the fighting has stopped.
Lance sits back watching the chaos ensue before him; vampires against wolves, wolves against vampires and wolves against wolves. No doubt the audience watching the fight was more than likely shamefully enjoying the fighting that was occurring but tangling with a thirsty newborn was a dangerous undertaking and it wouldn't do if the Bella-bitch, in her crazed state, attacked Leah. He growls fighting to keep his hold on Bella, to keep her sight hazy and blurred, to confuse her senses but for some strange reason it is hard to get a firm hold on her. Vampires lacked the essence of life, the spirit, that all humans and shifters possessed but there was some form of spirituality or mental synapses within the brain that separated them from the voodoo zombies and the rest of the undead. For some goddamn reason he was struggling in getting hers.
Kira eyes Leah closely, the girl that has been her rival and the one thing standing between her and happiness since the moment she laid eyes on her at the beach that day. No matter how hard Kira tried she was always second best to Leah and even when Leah struggled during her training, the bitch had some way of surpassing those ahead of her. There is something satisfying about watching Leah struggling to fight against one of the more tenured females in Ki's pack; to be able to see the uncertainty and frustration in Leah's eyes over this new and formidable adversary.
The pack's orders were clear: keep a close eye on the Alpha Female. The entire pack becomes suddenly alert as Leah breaks away from the wolf she's been fighting as another joins in the fray. The pack spares one quick glance at Lance, his attention still focused on keeping the newborn vampire in check before they all take off after Leah.
Leah's fur rises as she suddenly feels the ground vibrating beneath her as more paws begin pounding. The lack of her pack's voices calling out to her assures her that it's Lance and his pack that is after her.
Fuckin' perfect.
Whipping around Leah catches one of Ki's females off guard and counts her luck as her slightly larger size and momentum knocks the female to the ground. Teeth bared she quick bites down hard snapping the femur before lunging at the second wolf's throat. Biting down hard Leah keeps her eyes focused on Kira and the rest of Lance's pack, all barreling towards her, as the other wolf slowly succumbs to the darkness closing in as breathing becomes a struggle.
Once her prey goes limp in her hold does Leah quickly let go and takes off running at full speed. The wolves behind her begin to howl and growl in excitement as the chase is on. Clumps of dirt are kicked up as paws and claws, branches and low lying bushes and hedges are crushed under the force and weight of the running wolves. The excitement is palpable in the air as instincts begin to take over, pushing aside the logical and calculating human brain, the males are driven by the need to lay claim to the female while the females are simply focused on running down the trespasser.
She senses the electricity in the air before she hears it. It's a low, dull hum and would be easily overlooked while caught up in the middle of the chase. The raising of her fur from the electricity emanating from the collar could easily be mistaken as just the electricity from the thrill of the chase. Leo hadn't been stupid when he ran into the fence and the 'stupid idea' from when they were first released into the arena begins to hatch. Leah can only thank her luck; again, that she was being chased alone because had she been with her pack she wouldn't have noticed the change in the air.
Logically, she would want to dodge and weave, somehow try to shake the wolves off of her. Yet, the wolf inside of her is still telling her to run straight. Instinct is propelling her forward because there is nothing in her way to warrant a quick change of direction and a quick change of direction would give the pack the chance to think and not just act.
Tripping over her own paws Leah's momentum slows down and chasing wolves see their opportunity; digging down deep the spearhead forward towards the light gray and silver colored wolf. Kira barks out a laugh as she nips at Leah's tail, her paw reaching out and hitting Leah roughly on her right flank. Their prey growls in frustration and they look on in surprise and victory as her back arches more, her body struggling to stay ahead of the teeth and claws desperate to tear into her flesh.
Leah's tongue is lulled out, dried from the air and her own heavy breathing. Her legs begin to ache as the after effects of her fierce fighting begins to catch up with her. The humming sound only gets louder and louder as she draws closer to the boundary; it's hard to distinguish between the hum of her body and the hum of electricity over the snarls and growls behind her that is mixing in with her own heavy breathing. She tries to fight the panic that is building because she can smell the aggression in the air; the desire to rip and tear into her. Leah's eyes widen in surprise as her left leg suddenly falls out from under her and she collapses to the ground.
His shoulder and chest burns, his lung ache, there's blood in his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. It's the taste of his opponent's blood that keeps him going, that has his adrenaline pumping and allows him to stay up on his paws. Jacob slowly circles Ki, the giant sandy brown wolf before him; his head, muzzle and chest bares the scars of Jacob's bites. Somewhere in the back of his mind is a voice trying to tell him about something, to remind him of something but the voice is too faint for him to hear – for him to be bothered listening to it. His wake-up calls comes in the sudden sharp cry from Rachel.
The opponents were starting to thin out as Rachel pauses for a moment to survey the scene. The Cullens had been caught up in the fight; the father being torn in half and his wife following not soon after. It seemed as if the other four either took off running or probably suffered the same fate as the rest of their family. For a moment, Rachel feels a tinge of sorrow for the loss of Bella – Charlie's lost, to be precise. She had never really cared much for the girl, even when they were little and all played together, Bella just seemed to be a tad bit…off kilter with the rest of the world.
Hearing a low growl Rachel quickly whips her head around, her hackles raised and lips pulled back into a snarl. For an instant panic consumes her as there is a sudden absence of Leah's presence; there's no taunting remarks being thrown at Seth, so heavy huffing or complaining about Paul's heavy breathing or even Brady's sluggishness – just nothing. Before she can put up the call she finds herself pressed down against the forest floor, her back suddenly burning ice cold, and her nostrils flaring and aching as the stench of death envelopes her.
It wasn't easy escaping from the other three humans but Bella had managed to throw the large male against a tree, rip off the blonde's head and the smaller male simply looked heartbroken when she yelled at him, 'leave me the fuck alone'. But now she was finally here – finally able to satisfy her thirst. The dogs didn't smell appetizing but they still had hot, thick blood coursing through their veins and as Bella's nails rips into the wolf's flesh, tearing her neck open, she can smell the blood beginning to seep out. It's a heavenly scent that has her entire body humming with want, desire and lust. Bringing her fingertips to her tongue, she lightly tastes it and feels a shiver run down her spine at the exquisiteness and exotic delight. The dogs did smell bad but there wasn't any doubt in her mind that their blood would probably be the finest bouquet that she'd ever partake of.
Feeling her prey begin to try to fight her off and the newly inflicted wound heal, Bella knows she must work fast before the tables are turned. Her teeth dripping with venom she lets out a low hiss as she lowers her head preparing to drink from her first victim.
Mira's eyes widen in shock as she feels Rachel's panic and quickly darts over to help her sister, one of few of her closest friends. Jaws wide she pounces onto Bella's back, grabbing her by the back of her neck and wrenches her away from Rachel. The vampire tumbles for a couple of feet before quickly jumping back up only to find an angry wolf lunging at her. Bella has no time to react, her mind clouded with bloodlust and rage. Mira latches onto her arm, shaking her head violently and working on ripping the arm from the socket.
"NO! BELLA!" Edward screams as he growls in anger and rage over the wolf that is attacking his mate, his spider monkey and sweet little lamb. Running up Edward swats the wolf away sending it flying over the ground and he doesn't flinch as it collides with a tree, a loud and sickening crack resounding throughout and a sharp cry of pain following afterwards.
Quil's heart stops for a second, his breathing hitching as he stands frozen for a moment watching as Mira, the woman he loves, falls limply to the ground. Calling out her name in desperation he runs up to her, unaware that the rest of the fighting has stopped and nudges her head gently trying to get some kind of response out of her – anything. His breathing becomes labored as he can't pick up the slightest thought; her body feels cold and seems to be getting colder by the second.
Rosalie and Emmett skid to a halt in the middle of the clearing next to their brother as the fighting has stopped and all eyes are focused on the chocolate brown wolf and the dark gray wolf. The two try to get Edward to hurry up and move as there is a building tension in the air – electricity that has the hairs on their arms standing on end. Bella wasn't worth this and Rosalie was pleased that Emmett was able to reattach her head.
"Edward, forget about her. We have to find a way out of here." Rosalie hisses in a low growl, her darkened topaz eyes watching the wolves carefully. Their eyes were slowly shifting away from the injured wolf that Edward had knocked away and still had yet to move; a low and ominous growl rumbling from all of them mixing and meshing into one deep and ferocious growl.
"I'm not leaving her." Edward snaps at Rosalie as the wolves slowly turn around, their fur bristled, teeth bared and dripping with saliva.
Jacob's eyes narrow, his muscles tensing as a truce is called between his and Ki's pack. They may be rivals fighting over the same female but in the end, they were all still brothers and sisters bound by an unbreakable bond. When one was hurt, they all hurt and under no circumstances would they idly sit by and let a fucking bloodsucker hurt one of them and get away with it. Jacob and Ki exchange quick and calculating glances before the packs leap into action. A high pitched scream rips through the forest air but is quickly drowned out by the snarling and growling of the wolves, their teeth and claws ripping and tearing into their prey – their mortal enemies.