Title: Cut the Ropes
Author: LazyWerewolf
A/N: I think it's his control because bloodlust is just like hunger. Hunger isn't an emotion, so logically Jasper can't feel it. Just like you can't see that somebody is hungry unless they openly state "I'm hungry" or make a large theatrical scene. But really, Jasper's a good guy. That's why Alice is with him.
I'm sad that some of you have decided to abandon the fic. :( I get the grammar, and I get fixing errors in continuity, but if you ask me to change the plot, I won't do it. I do hope that maybe you'll come back when it's all over, though, and read the whole thing through. But to those of you that are leaving, bye, and I'm glad you've stuck with me thus far :D Please come visit us later :)
Expect fluff. Then expect more fluff, and a monster coming to ruin it all. I know. I'm evil. See you at teh bahtom.
Fight or Flight
I awoke to find that the wonderful softness and warmth that had pressed into me yesterday was gone. I rolled over and yawned. Good night's sleep. I looked at the clock and found that it was five in the afternoon. Nostalgia hit me like a train.
"BELLA SWAN! ITS FIVE IN THE AFTERNOON GODDAMIT!"
Charlie. I missed my dad. A terrible wave of homesickness and sadness rolled over me. I rolled myself over to the side to get up. My feet met the cold hardwood floor, and I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. I decided I needed food. Plus, I had a very urgent need for the bathroom. I looked toward the window, which showcased the perpetual London clouds. There, in the mountains far away, was the pyramid shaped black aura, which stood out over everything else. I felt threatened, but it was a safe distance away from the city.
I yawned again as I made my way toward the bathroom. I stopped when I saw Jasper knocking at the bathroom door, gently pleading with Alice.
"Alice, darlin', please get out of the bathroom. You've been in it for the past two hours," he said. His Southern accent returned with a vengeance.
"No!" Alice yelled from beyond the bathroom door.
Jasper turned to face me, his gold irises meeting mine. All tension evaporated, and it wasn't because of his gift. I was glad he took my warning seriously.
"Good mornin', Bella," he smiled at me. I had nothing against him, so I smiled back.
"Morning, Jazz. Why is Alice in the bathroom?"
He chuckled. "During our travels, she neglected to take a shower for an extended period of time."
Alice screamed from beyond the door. "Hey! There were no clean rivers, thank you very much! Don't worry Bella, I'll be out soon!"
I uncomfortably shifted in place. "Please. I need to have a human moment."
The shower tap stopped running, and in a matter of seconds Alice exited the bathroom. She gleamed at me.
"Good morning, Bella! How'd you sleep?"
"Great. Thanks. Now if you would excuse me..."
I ran into the bathroom, promptly having my human moment. I got up to brush my teeth, noting how my eyes were almost completely dark. The gold had faded into a dull bronze, and my canines were dull enough to smile in public and have nobody question it.
I exited the bathroom, only to crash into Alice.
"Oomph!" I fell backwards onto my ass and she just stood there, with a glazed look in her eyes. Oh yeah. She's That's So Raven. Visions.
She promptly came out of her vision and smiled at me, offering a hand. I took it, and lifted myself up.
"Guess what? We're going shopping!" Alice was ecstatic.
I groaned. "Shopping... Why?" I whined.
Alice burst into a fit of giggles. "Because you have four outfits. That's why. You desperately need more clothes, and also," she grabbed my shirt and pulled me downwards, so that her breath hit my ear. She gently whispered, probably quiet enough to be private. "Rosalie only has sixteen outfits. Back home she had around a hundred," she pulled back and giggled when she saw my eyes widen.
"Really? I think the max amount I've had in my life was around fifteen," I said as she led me to my room again.
She lept upon the bed, and landed on her stomach. She put her head between her hands and started swinging her feet. The vampire pointed to my drawer.
"Get the grey tank top, and put that navy blue shirt over it. Those black sweats and that pair of converse will have to do it," she said from the bed. I did as she commanded, changing in the closet. When I came out Alice was waiting with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked perfectly adorable.
The little vampire came over and rearranged some things here and there, and pretty soon she stepped back, smiling at me with her signature smirk.
"That'll do. We're leaving. Now."
My stomach rumbled loudly. "Alice... I need to eat. Werewolf hungry. Werewolf need food."
She giggled. I used this as my opportunity to pounce. I grabbed her and lifted her up with about as much ease as Emmett did and she laughed loudly.
"Werewolf mad! Werewolf smash!" I lifted her up over my head, but she squirmed out of my grasp and tasered my sides.
"Ow!" I dropped my arms and held my ribs. Those things were NOT funny.
"Come on, werewolf, you need to eat." She dragged me off into the kitchen. Jasper, Emmett, and a now reawakened Embry were playing Call of Duty and Rosalie was watching with a bored look. Alice danced over to the microwave, where she took out a black slab of... Of pizza?
"Alice, is that pizza?" Because it sure as hell doesn't look like pizza.
"Yeah. I left it in the microwave two minutes, just like Embry said, but it didn't look quite done yet, so I just kind of..." She trailed off, before perking up and handing me the charcoal mess.
"Well, eat up!"
"Alice, that's not edible anymore. How would you like it if I told you to drink ashes?"
She huffed. "Fine then. We'll just go to a restaurant. My treat, let's go!"
Once again, she started dragging me toward the door. I let myself be dragged as I waved goodbye to the three vampires and the other werewolf. Emmett looked my way and snorted.
"And you call me whipped," the burly vampire said.
The two of us had left the apartment, and she was leading me down the stairs into the parking lot. Alice pointed to a yellow Porsche. I had never seen the car before.
"Alice, is that yours?"
"Yup. Jasper bought it for me as a birthday present."
"When's your—"
"I don't know. I know when I was turned, but the hospital records don't say when my actual birthday was." She looked down, and her smile disappeared. Way to kill the moment, Bella.
"Oh, I'm—"
"Don't be."
She opened up the door to the two-seater Porsche and got in, signaling me to get in as well.
The inside of the car was completely black, except for several Porsche shields on the radio, steering wheel, and glove compartment, but when Alice turned the car on, the knobs and several appliances lit up like a TRON bike. The rings of light were a bright cyan blue, just like Emmett's aura. I knew the similarities between the two were purely coincidental, because I was the only one who could see auras. This got me thinking about the new situation I had found myself in. Alice had just begun driving down the foggy London streets.
I was a werewolf. If you really thought about it, I was very similar to the beast that bit me in the first place. I saw what that monster did back there to Laurent. The vampire disintegrated around his arm! Mr. Monster tore through a shed like it was thin air. Not to mention that I had enough speed to outrun two vampires. Two carnivore vampires. So, I had inhuman strength, inhuman speed, and vampire killing powers while I was wolf. The only problem with all that is that while I was wolf, I could only see in grey. And while human, I wasn't colorblind. Everything looked perfectly fine. Everything looked perfectly, angelically, spiky haired, pale pixie vampire-ly fine.
Alice had turned on the Porsche's CD player, which was playing Coldplay's Parachutes album. I didn't know she was into that kind of music. It was almost entirely acoustic. I took her as being a more of a Katy Perry meets Lady Gaga kind of girl.
"I didn't know you liked—"
"Coldplay? Oh yeah. Coldplay's great. I like trying to figure out what the notes are. I know I probably seem like the type of person to enjoy pop music, but it's too..." She looked up and scrunched her nose in an effort to find the correct word. She looked adorable. "Synthetic, you know?"
"Yeah, you're right. I myself like—"
"Alternative is great. I love it. But a whole lot of alternative is centered on electric and kind of angry lyrics. I like this album because it's acoustic mostly, along with a few electric touches here and there."
I sighed. "Can I—"
"Finish a sentence? Okay, I'll try not to interrupt," She laughed. I could see the tip of Big Ben just around the corner, but we were approaching a shopping center.
"Evil little pixie."
She laughed and parked the car near the entrance to the outlet store. "That's me!"
Alice blurred over to my side, opening my door before I had a chance to reach the handle. She smiled widely at me and damn near dragged me toward the entrance. The huge store was extremely crowded, with people that behaved just like Alice dragging their husbands, boyfriends, or Bella equivalents around to different models and stands. Alice herself was staring at the escalator with a glazed look. Vision.
She snapped out of it, and looked frustrated. "I can't see anything five hours from now. Nothing. I think it's safe to say Embry will be joining us at around ten-ish."
I shrugged. "The kid's not bad. He had a bone to pick with Emmett before, but now he just kind of accepts the fact that he's living with two vampires and another werewolf. It's kind of funny, once you think about it."
Alice took my arm and dragged me over to an aisle with designer shirts, dresses and even jeans. I picked one out. Three hundred and fifty fucking dollars? It's just a fucking pair of jeans! The vampire kept dragging me toward a huge indoor fountain, which had several displays of swimsuits near it. She suddenly took a sharp turn to the right, and headed toward a display that had very expensive looking dresses and leggings, with sizes significantly smaller than the remainder of the store.
"Alice, why are we in the short people aisle?"
"Oh, I'm trying this one on," She grabbed a dress out of the rack. "And this one, and this one, and I like this one and this one and this one and this one too," She was zooming quickly between the racks, picking out the most expensive and prettiest dresses she saw.
Pretty soon she approached me with around sixteen dresses and a dozen or so leggings. "This is only round one. You're next," She said. I took some dresses from the pile that she held. The amount of clothing she was carrying far exceeded the limit of eight items per person, but the flustered dressing room attendant was too dazed by her inhumane beauty to care much. The attendant handed Alice a key, and let her pick any room she wanted. I handed her the dresses, but she looked at me with puppy dog eyes and her signature pout.
"Y...You don't like me enough to come wif me?" She said. It broke my heart seeing the whole pout and puppy dog eyes combo, but I knew she was just playing. I still didn't want those eyes to be following me around for the next five hours, so I just let her drag me off to the dressing room.
Alice locked the door behind us when she got in. I sat down in the corner of the exceedingly large dressing room. Honestly, this thing was the size of my room. There were white panels covering the walls, and contemporary art was painted on the ceiling. I stared down at the grey concrete floor, and then I felt a light tapping on my shoulder. Alice stood there wearing a beautiful white sun dress with black leggings.
"What do you think?" She spun around, letting the edges of the dress fly outwards.
"It's amazing."
"Good dog!" She walked over to the spot that I was sitting in, and started patting my head. Suddenly my stomach started growling.
I did a whole fake groan and looked at her pleadingly. "Werewolf hungry, werewolf want food!"
She smiled. "Okay, just let me finish putting on these dresses, then we'll go eat. Or, well, you'll go eat. I'll just sit there."
"M'Kay. I just want food."
She near instantly changed dresses, this time putting on a navy blue dress with grey leggings. It looked stunning on her too.
"So?" Once again she twirled the dress, letting the edges fly upwards.
"It's great."
She beamed. "I knew you'd say that!"
"Then why'd you make me say it?"
"Because I like being told I'm pretty!" She yelled. Alice had an adorable angry expression on her face as she zoomed into yet another dress.
"How about this one?" She twirled around in the dress. I huffed.
"Can't you just—"
"Look into the future and tell if I like any of the dresses? Yeah, I guess I could, but where's the fun in that?"
"I'm starving, Alice! I want food!"
She huffed, before gathering the dresses and also dragging me out of the dressing room. "You're no fun, you know that?"
I wrenched myself from her grasp and watched as she ran toward the cashier front. The poor girl was shocked at seeing her, seeing as Alice damn near materialized out of nowhere with two dozen items of clothing. Alice, however, smiled and handed her the dresses. The checkout was made extraordinarily fast, the girl's hands shaking as she handed over the receipt. Alice danced over to me with her five big bags of clothing.
"Alice, you gave that girl a heart attack."
She smirked. "Yeah, I know! I thought I was being pretty nice, too!"
The two of us walked out of the store, with me holding three of her huge bags of clothing. I think she bought around two dozen or more dresses and leggings. All totaling up to be more than five hundred dollars. This girl was made of money. Money, and adorable.
After we dropped the bags off in the car, Alice pointed out a standard fish and chips restaurant.
"That one looks decent!"
"I'll eat anything. Let's go. You don't mind joining me, do you?" She shook her head no, and latched onto my arm.
When we entered the restaurant, all heads turned to us. Alice had still not let go of my arm, and was now leading me toward a table. The restaurant was relatively small, with only around a dozen tables, which were almost all filled. We took the booth farthest from the entrance, and Alice sat herself down. She waited as I got up to order.
I approached the line of people waiting to order. As I did, men sporadically approached Alice, trying to make conversation. I felt a surge of anger rise up inside of me, but I held it down. Nothing good will come of exploding in front of a room of people.
The line slowly receded, putting me in front. The manager greeted me, and I ordered two plates of fish and chips.
"You sure? Those plates are pretty big," He said.
"It's okay, I have a big appetite," I replied. You have no idea.
The manager nodded, and took my order. I paid and then walked over to our table, where I saw a man sitting across from Alice. My anger flared up again, and I felt my nails and teeth growing. I damn near ran to the man, approaching their table quickly.
"I'm sorry, I'm with someone," Alice said, brushing off all attempts at a date.
"But girl, you don—Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" I grabbed the man by the collar and threw him out of the booth.
"Don't ever do that again," I growled. The man obviously didn't take me seriously. He got right back up and approached me with a smug look on his face.
"I was just trying to get to know your friend a bit better," He drawled out. His face blanched when I walked up to him menacingly, and he seemed to shrink when he looked into my eyes.
"Well, she doesn't want to get to know you. I think you should leave," I growled, still glaring at the man. He took the warning and raised his hands.
"Sorry, won't happen again," He was walking away toward the door.
I walked back to the booth. Alice was sitting there with a surprised look on her face.
"Bella, your eyes. They're really yellow," she said. Shit. Shit shit shit shitting shit shit.
"Yeah, I know. Werewolf thing," I said softly, knowing she would hear it.
"Your teeth, too. They're really big. It's too noticeable. Maybe I should go get the food," she offered. I guess if it was that bad, she probably looked more normal than I did.
"Sure. Go," I said. My head was starting to hurt.
Alice got up and walked over to where a shell-shocked manager stood holding a plate of food. She came back in seconds holding two steaming plates of fish and chips. I decided to eat at a human pace, trying to make conversation with Alice, but failing due to the pounding in my ears. My body revoked the decision to eat slowly and started scarfing down almost all of the food at once. Alice watched me with a delighted expression, seeming to find my food humorous.
"Something funny?" I said between bites of food.
She shook her head. "No. But everyone's staring at you. You just swallowed a huge plate of food in five minutes."
I turned around. Sure enough, every single god damn person was staring at me. Another wave of anger hit me. "What?"
Everyone turned around in their chairs, going back to their own business. Cowards.Alice grabbed my hand from across the table, looking at me pleadingly.
"Bella, are you okay?" Her tone was filled with worry.
"Fine, headache," I said. I had lost all appetite about halfway through the second dish. The two of us got up and made our way out the door, Alice paying the tip.
I held my head when we got outside. Fisting my hair in my hands, I let out a roar. I was in so much pain. I was just so angry. I had no clue why, or at what, I was just angry. Everything was just pissing me off today. Including the little pixie vampire next to me.
"Bella, are you okay?" She repeated.
"Rrgh, FUCK OFF!" I was angry. Very angry. She wasn't helping. I didn't know if it was just a natural reaction to being near my natural enemy for an extended period of time, but I didn't care. Big Ben let out a ring. Ten at night. Alice grabbed my arm and stopped me from walking any further.
"Bella, please! What's wrong?"
"I SAID GET OFF OF ME BLOODSUCKER!" I didn't know what got into me, but Alice sure as hell deserved it. I was having a mental breakdown. Everything was telling me to get away from her. My instincts were telling me to blow up and run away.
I started sprinting away. Running full blast, I dodged incoming cars, pedestrians, and obstacles with ease. I was basically running parkour at seventy miles an hour. Alice was a distant voice far behind me, trying to get my attention. The beast inside me was screaming, scratching at the edges of my being. And when I got to an abandoned alley, I knew why.
I jumped over the metal fence with ease. I had no idea what got into me, but it was giving me a power and agility I had never known, outside of being a were. As I landed on my feet, I was assaulted by another wave of pure rage. I was fucking pissed all of a sudden. I was also in extreme pain. Not the pain that was followed by my transformation, but just an outright burn through my veins. I looked around to try and find the source of the sudden pain. In the corner of the closed off courtyard was a man hidden in the shadows, his bright yellow eyes glowing in the faint London moonlight. The black pyramid aura surrounded him completely. The fear and anger inside me doubled, but I still didn't phase. Fight or flight. Fight or flight, fight or flight, fight or flight...
The man started approached slowly, his blonde hair and bright yellow eyes becoming visible in the moonlight. His mouth started moving, but I couldn't hear the words over the loud thumping of my eardrums. If I focused hard enough, I could faintly hear a "Hello, Isabella."
Flight. Flight. Definitely flight.
I turned as fast as I could, and I ran. I simply ran. I vaulted over fences as fast as I could, but he trailed behind me, just as fast. I sprinted faster, and took a sharp turn into an alley.
I had to screech to a stop. At the end of the alley was an exact replica of the man that was right behind me. WHAT THE FUCK?
The one in front of me had a faint, but small black pyramid aura. The one behind had a huge, towering giant black pyramid. I could safely assume that the one ahead was a decoy. I ran toward it, the pseudo-man taking up a fighting stance. I sprinted even faster, nearing his figure.
So I was right, I thought. I had tackled straight through the man, where he promptly disintegrated into sand. However, in doing so, I had lost precious seconds. The chasing man grabbed the back of my collar, jerking me backwards. I stumbled, but regained my balance. I was about to run, but another duplicate of himself grabbed my wrists and jerked me downwards before I could start. The duplicate had me in a headlock, and I looked forward to see the black pyramid man with both his arms out, bringing them rapidly towards the side of my head. I was out cold in seconds.
Nother A/N: Yep. Bella just got kidnapped by Mr. Black pyramid. I know I probably made it sound like it was Jasper, but Jasper's aura is a blue thunderstorm. Black pyramid man looks kind of like Chris Martin. What can I say, I'm a Coldplayer :D The reason Bella blew up on Alice was because of the proximity to the werewolf that changed her. It gets you angry. For those of you who don't know what parkour is, it's a form of freerunning, but without acrobatics. More explanations next chapter. A reviewer suggested I stop leaving spoilers, so I will :P
I'm gonna update continually until monday. Thumbs up for a week of no school. Thanks to my new beta, AshFisher92.
Song for today is 2+2=5 by Radiohead. Fic for the day is Full Moon by megster1992.
Thanks for reading, and hope you'll stick with me :D
Cheers,
The Lazy Werewolf