WARNING: RAPE SCENE. SKIP TO THE PACK SCENE IN BOLD IF OFFENDED.

Ding Dong the witch is dead, I sang the lyrics in my head over and over, absolutely giddy and filled with elation as I've never felt. That stupid mutt is gone, and that awful bullying bitch will never tough my poor Isabella again. I smiled brightly, feeling the blood from my most recent girl dripping from my teeth. "AAHHHH", she screamed in agony, her thoughts filled with pain from the torturous venom. "PLEASE MAKE IT STOP", she blubbered in her mind, the rest almost unintelligible as pain consumed almost every insignificant human thought. The brown-haired girl managed to squirm a few feet away using the same method a slug would as if it were crawling up a leaf during my happy episode. I smile, she didn't quite look like her, smell like her, and I could hear her thoughts, but she did seem to have a tenacity about her, which I admired. She would be fun. Tsk tsk tsk, I reprimanded such a bad girl, seems like I'll have to teach you a lesson about listening to your elders.

"No, please God, no", the girl begged in her mind. I chuckled, she had to know what would happen by now, I'm certainly not going to disappoint. I ripped her jeans off quickly, making sure to drag my nails against her skin, tearing the flesh and exposing the muscle in her thigh. AHH, she screamed again in pain,

"Shhhh," I whispered to her as lovingly as I could. "Don't worry my love, it's alright" I whispered in her ear as she sobbed. "Please", I heard her beg in her mind. "Please, just kill me".

Oh dear, I will, I said sweetly, but not before you learn. I proceeded to rip off the rest of her clothes and chastise this new Isabella for her poor decisions.

"How dare you choose that mutt over me, I'm your mate", I moaned as I thrust myself into her violently. She screamed, I could feel her blood coat, my member, as I thrust into Isabella violently, I heard the pops of her hips breaking from their sockets and grinding as I heard her pelvis turn into powder. I was elated to find that my venom not only kept her from dying immediately, but it also would keep healing her so that bones would break and heal. I could do this for days.

With each thrust, I increased my power, I broke her clavicles as I held her down and yelled at her for embarrassing me at school. I grabbed her face and squeezed while forcing her to apologize for denying me. She did in her mind, her voice too weak from the pain to speak. I made her look into my eyes as she learned her lesson, squeezing her chin so severely several bottom teeth fell out as she begged for me to stop. I didn't. I could feel her sex become a mushy pile of flesh as I pounded into her. Eventually, as the night drew on, she started to choke up blood and pieces of flesh.

Unfortunately, unlike my Isabella, this new Isabella's thoughts were loud and very much present. She wouldn't stop apologizing, begging, or praying. I just wanted her to shut up, so I stroked my fingers through her hair and accepted her apology, deciding that making love with my mate would be far superior.

I take that thought and run with it, envisioning Isabella and I making love on the corpse of that dead mutt. I start thrusting faster into bootleg Isabella and roar out my mate's name as I finish in her, squeezing and breaking the bones of the human beneath me as I orgasm. She cried out loudly feeling the pain of more bones breaking as her pelvis started to snap back together.

I grab her broken but healing face and look into her brown eyes which now held a slight tint of red. Poor thing, she looks so terrified. I move my head to kiss her cheek, and right after I do, I direct my mouth to her neck and rip out her jugular, drinking as much blood as I can before she bled out, and her heart stopped entirely. I utter a small but genuine thank you to the corpse before skipping happily to the home of my beloved.

The pack

It was a somber day at The Black Residence. The normally sparsely dressed men of the reservation adorned black suites and frowned faces as the body of Jacob Black was presented in a silver casket in the living room of the small home. The house was quiet besides the murmur of a few conversations about the deceased and the wails of Billy Black. Sam Uley sat in a chair beside Black's father with red-tinged eyes and a face deep in thought. Embry, Seth, Leah, Paul, Quil, and Jared shared looks between themselves and the leader of the pack nervously.

They all knew Jake had been murdered and the stink of the Cullen's was all over the site where Jake was found. This, at the very least, would mean some kind of confrontation with the family, and as no one on the reservation has fought a vampire in around a hundred years, the feeling of anxiety was nearly palpable. Leah shifted her weight and stepped slightly forward, drawing the eyes of several pack members as she did so. Sam still didn't notice, his eyes staring forward blankly, surely now feeling the weight of pack leader on his shoulders.

"Sam," Leah questioned almost too softly. He gave her nothing, his mind even impenetrable as she attempted to ask him again in her thoughts. She shrunk a bit before lowering her eyes and falling back in line. The pack waited a few minutes more, patiently waiting for the alpha to come back and lead. The tension was abruptly interrupted as the stink of a vampire entered the small home. Growls filled the air, and Sam snapped up in a defensive position in front of Jake's body, ready to phase and strike immediately.

But rather than The Cullen's walk into view, the sight of Bella and Charlie Swan silenced and stunned the pack.

"Outside. Now," thought the commanding voice of the leader. Immediately the pack huddled outside, while Billy watched but said nothing.

"What the fuck was that", Embry thought loudly.

"Were the Swans around vampires? Do they even talk to each other", asked Seth

"The Cold Ones killed our brother, we must attack tonight", Paul thought

"They attacked him before he even was officially on their land. We must do something", Leah chimed.

"He didn't deserve it. Why Jacob? Why now? He didn't even do anything wrong", Quil thought sadly.

The softest thought came from the youngest member of the pack, Seth. "This doesn't make sense. The Cullens were already here for over a year. Why now? What changed?" As soon as it was heard by Sam, his thoughts were released like water breaking from a dam.

What did change, the leader thought over and over. There had to be a reason. The Cullens were bloodsuckers, but they'd never caused trouble with humans as far as he knew. For God's sake, one of them was a doctor. Swan, he thought. Why does Swan smell so much like them? With that thought, Sam jerked his attention from his pack and ran in the direction of the home. When he reached his destination, Sam nearly tore the screen door from the wall and called out Swan with such force that everyone in the small home stopped what they were doing to look at him.

Bella stood still for a moment, taking one final look at her friend in the casket before turning around to face Sam with red eyes, blotchy skin, and anger contorting her face. She walked to him slowly, every step seeming to be forced, and right before she passed him, she looked into his eyes and whispered, "the cold ones" before making her way outside to join the rest of the pack.