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SOME TEXT TAKEN FROM TWILIGHT CREDIT TO SM
Chapter 8
I yet again woke up clammy and panting from my nightmare but for the first time ever there was something different about it. I turned to see the clock read 4 am and groaned slapping my hand over my eyes; trying to control my breathing.
Ochre eyes…. Seriously! What the fuck is it with me and those specific ochre eyes getting me all hot and bothered….yes he's hot like no one ever but he is a vampire or rather the vampire. I mean for fucksake! Who'd have thought the famed God of War has deliberately chosen to drink animal blood! I snort at that thought which turns into a full blown giggle and at back of mind I can see this qualifies me to be committed which makes me elaborate into laughter.
At last Isabella Marie Whitlock Swan has lost it all because the mighty God of War; Ares, drinks from Bambi and Simba. All that my sparkle touches is our kingdom! And now I'm snorting and laughing at the same time sounding like a fucking pig but this shit is just so hilarious! My moment of insanity is broken by an incoming text.
Shield, blood and venom – P
Ahh yes…. I need to blend my morning cuppa with some O neg mixed with venom to strengthen my capacity to hold the shield in presence of unfamiliar vampires. Surprising find really when I had once mistakenly stepped in on my weird family's blood play but now was not the time to dwell on the gagging memory.
I jump out the bed and do my routine to finish up just in time to leave. I double check the cash bills and carry a change for my afterschool activities along with my weapons coz you never fucking know. I know my corvette or the diavel won't cut it today for what is planned. I'm going to need some good ol' American muscle so I make way to the side building garage and pull the covers off my 1967 Mustang Shelby GT500 Eleanor which again; I self-restored and custom-fitted from big brakes for the performance wheels/tires and air suspensions to performance turbo/nitro intakes and camshafts and the rest including the engine. I sigh with pleasure as I run my hand across the black strip on the hood of the gunmetal beauty. She is gonna make heads turn but then she was after all a queen among paupers.
Author's POV
[A/N – Montage time – song – Titanium Extended feat Sia by David Guetta]
Song time – 00
Isabella drifts into the lot again….she was starting to make a habit out of it. Revving the engine for a final purr, she turns it off and climbs out with her belongings in tow. She takes a look at her wristwatch which tells her she still has time for another joint before the classes start.
Song time – 0.37
She jumps to sit on the hood leaning against the windshield and lights up the second roll with the dying embers of her first one and inhales deep the mix of hash and weed while sipping her blood and venom spiked coffee from the steel travel mug.
She props her right leg so that the knee is supporting her joint holding forearm as she observes the crowd that is now interested in her and her car; inching closer to make contact but rightfully looking scared enough to shit in their pants, while exhaling smoke clouds and sips from the mug. She spies the Cullens upwind looking at her which means she doesn't need to pull up her shield just yet and can enjoy her buzz without the strain but she does feel tendrils of lust, possessiveness and a surprising hint of tenderness creep into her which are not her own. She smirks hiding it behind the mug knowing exactly who it is and basks in their projection with sigh and sends her own cocktail of amusement, mischief, passion and lust with a gusto for just a couple of seconds enough to register before pulling it all back.
She scans the crowd again; her head bobbing to the song in her ears, 2011 was a good year and the French DJ gave the world the most iconic EDM song ever made. She spots Angela a few cars right from the Cullens who waves and makes way towards her.
Song time – 2.55
Angela's about 2 cars away from Isabella when a high-pitched screech was heard, and it was becoming painfully loud coming closer. Everything became slow motion for Isabella as her adrenaline pumped up to her brain when she took a hit of the first of the last few drags left of her joint and turned her head to see a dark blue van that was skidding, tires locked and squealing against the brakes, spinning wildly across an oil spill at the entrance of the parking lot headed directly to where Angela was.
Song time – 3.25
Her eyes skimmed over to the Cullen's gauging their expressions which were etched in horror and a quiet "Fuck" was muttered through Isabella's lips as she snapped her attention back to Angela in the path of the oncoming minivan. She couldn't just use her shield here so human way it is.
Song time – 3.33
She stuck her joint in her lips and jumped off her mustang's hood before running across and jumping on the trunk and then roof of the car opposite her and making way towards the spinning car by running over the car roofs lined across the lot.
Song time – 3.49
Isabella jumped over Angela diagonally to get a better vantage of the van before making a perfect arc of a jump on the spinning roof. She contorts to roll over the roof as she made a timed contact and in a perfect gymnast move she enters the van through the passenger window unbuckling the scared man-child she now identifies as Tyler Crowley and opens the driver side door yelling "JUMP" at him before pushing him out as he's fear frozen.
Song time – 4.09
She watches him roll far away from the locked wheels and other cars; straps in the driver seat; releases the handbrake and steering wheel the fool locked straightening the tires and punches the gear to reverse flooring the accelerator just enough to get traction of the asphalt before breaking to a stop merely inches before Angela.
Song time – 4.26 [Song end]
BPOV
The shock and rush had left Angela's body as she sagged down in relief. I jumped out and slammed shut the now stationary van's door before taking the last puff of my now burned out joint before flicking it aside.
The gather crowd parted like I was Moses parting the red sea as I made my way to Angela. I bent down to her blowing the last smoke and pulled out a pen torch from the back pocket of my jeans.
"Angie" I said softly while putting a finger under the girl's chin and lifting her head up and saw her pupils dilate and contract as I gave them a stimuli to react to with the torch light.
"Deep breaths…..in and out kid, in and out…..you good?" I said and saw her nodding in response before backing up and making my way to the Crowley kid. Where Angela was without any scratches physically, Tyler wasn't so lucky. His only saving grace was the heavy-body clothes he had on which helped avoiding any major injury following me pushing him out of the van.
I found him sitting on the blacktop resting against a car with Lauren Mallory hovering around him. As I kneeled in front of him to check if he had any concussion, she hissed at me "You pushed him out a moving van! Why would you do that?!"
Instead of responding to her I yelled for someone to call 911 and started questioning "Tyler, did you hit your head when pushed out?"
"No" his voice was a little shaky. I quickly shined the torch to see his pupils react fine and checked rest of him to notice a few scrapes on his forehead and palms. Well nothing major so I stood up to walk away when Lauren grabbed me and yelled in my face again "YOU PUSHED HIM OUT A MOVING VAN! HE COULD HAVE DIED!"
I stared at her hand holding my elbow and then into her eyes making her flinch at the intensity of my stare before calmly responding "So you're saying if 2 people would have died because your boyfriend is incapable of handling a fucking minivan over an oil spill, it would have been better?"
She stuttered "I…..I….never…"
I clapped back "I pushed him knowing he wouldn't badly injure himself other than a few grazes which could be disinfected and bandaged without causing any major injury. Saving two lives was more important to me than being bothered about one of them being slightly injured in rescue because I clearly didn't see you stepping up to do anything about it and just stand by watching it unfold. Where were you? Huh?"
The ambulance and cruiser sirens cut off her argument and I took off towards the school building but not before relaying my preliminary prognosis of Tyler and Angela's physical health to the medics on site.
I was annoyed when the hall started thundering with claps of starry eyed teenagers and looking at the awed expressions on their faces almost made me throw up a little in my mouth as I made my way to my locker. Yes….I hate attention and that too for doing the right thing so fucking sue me!
The near death experience of two teenagers had caused the first period to get cancelled so I made my way to my seat at back of the class as I entered Spanish and plopped down without bothering to keep any material on my desk for show. I was already exhausted by the menial teenage drama and the day was still long way to end.
I was sitting with my eyes closed and head down on the desk when the chair next to made a scraping sound as it was dragged back to accommodate whoever it was; I ignored with passion. Only when I heard a deep sniff did I look up to see none other than Jasper fucking Whitlock aka Cullen or Hale or whatever it was; sitting next to me.
It was then I realized my shield had been down and I snapped it in place; the surprise on his face clear he noticed something amiss but I studiously ignored him and close my eyes again. I heard Mrs. Goff come in and told the lot to come and recite their self-written poems. Me being me…. I hadn't bothered but now I had something forming in my mind that would definitely leave a lasting impression.
I had stopped paying attention after the first line of the first poem by Mike Newton because it was shit and complete waste of time so I almost missed hearing the toothy middle-aged lady call my name. It was a stand-off between us of cheek on my part but I yielded on this occasion.
I stood up taking a deep breath to calm my sprinting brain and emotions and spoke in a clear voice; my eyes focused on the blackboard in the front.
"Ares, el dios de la guerra
Dios de la inquietud
Dios de esas batallas que tanto aprecio
Verdad retorcida que susurrará en mis oídos
Yo creo, cometiendo los pecados y los celos
Confundir mi mente
Hasta que todo lo que soy es sed de sangre
Anhelando el olor almizclado del clarete
Saboreando las secuelas metálicas de la batalla
Los fuegos fundidos me consumen y encienden mi cuerpo
Gritos distantes resonando en mis oídos
La tierra tiembla debajo de mi
Mientras susurro su nombre a los cielos
Pasión construyendo dentro de mí
Gemidos de anhelo escaper
'¿Qué te ha pasado?'
Otros preguntan mirando con disgust
Mi única respuesta es
Ares me ha hecho estallar
Como las estrellas distantes arriba
Este no es mi fin
Porque he renacido de las cenizas en su nombre
Stardust y su icor
Es su veneno recorriendo mi vida
Porque el es mi Ares
Mi amor y mi unico
Mi dios de la guerra"
AN - ORIGINAL POEM. I FOUND SOME OF IT ON PINTEREST AND ADDED AND CHANGED SOME TO SUIT THE STORY.
Ares, the God of War
God of unrest
God of those battles that I so cherish
Twisted truth he shall whisper in my ears
I believe, commiting the sins and jealousies
Addle my mind he shall
Till all I am is bloodlust
Craving the musky scent of claret
Tasting the metallic aftermath of battle
Molten fires consume me and couse my frame
Distant screams ringing in my ears
Earth trembles beneath me
As I whisper his name to the Heavens
Passion building inside me
Moans of longing escape
"What has happened to you"
Others ask eyeing with distaste
My only answer is
Ares has caused me to erupt
Like the distant stars above
This is not my end
For I have reborn from ashes in his name
Stardust and his ichor
It is his venom coursing my viens
For he is my Ares
My love and my only
My God of War
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