Title: Cut the Ropes

Author: LazyWerewolf

A/N: Hard left turn into Crazyland is right :P hope you guys aren't too frustrated with the sudden change in... Everything. You'll be meeting some OC's today. Those are my property. Not twilights. However, Hogwarts letters belong to JKR. Here comes bitter, angsty Bella. Hooray.

If I may make a suggestion to readers, fanfiction in fullscreen doesn't look aesthetically pleasing and also makes it seem as though I've written nothing at all, so to fix that you could shrink the browser window down to a decent size. However, this looks great in the mobile browser :P ive checked XD

Apologies in advance for the horrible grammar, I'm sure.

I'll be splitting the story into Bella's POV and then third person with Alice and team Werepire (yeah, it's sticking). I'm absolutely sure that this chapter will make me lose readers... But at the same time gain some, if that makes any sense. I'm definitely not conservative, you can probably gather that much.

I swear nothing too crazy will happen. Or maybe I lied. But this still isn't a crossover, but references like "TRON bike" and "Hogwarts letters" aren't meant for copyright infringement. I don't own any of these. I also don't own the X-Men.

See you at teh bahtom.

Don't Panic

I couldn't see anything. I couldn't feel anything. I didn't know which way was up anymore. I certainly knew I wasn't facing up, but I still didn't know for sure where gravity was pulling me. It was dark, cold, and uncomfortable as hell. I could still move though, so I made an effort to try and right myself.

I squirmed around, trying to get my cramped neck to stretch out. Then I heard a voice coming from my right.

"Newbie's up," it said. The male voice had a light Asian accent but spoke in perfect English.

"Derek, lift the shields already. If she had any special abilities she would have broken out already," another voice said. It was also male, but didn't have any trace of an accent. Abilities? Am I supposed to have abilities?

"Derek, please! She has no idea where she is, what she is, or why she's here. I mean, she's gonna see us anyway, why put it off?" this voice was a very young female. She sounded almost identical to Alice, but her aura was nowhere in sight. Never mind the fact that nothing was anywhere in sight. Everything was pitch black. I thrashed around violently, trying to shake the cloud of blackness off of me.

"Oh, would you just stop! No one asked for your opinion," yet another male voice spoke up. It had a very heavy English accent. The voice itself sounded more mature than any of the other ones. It continued speaking, "Derek, just lift the shields already. She can't do anything, and if she could she would have done it already." The voice accentuated the "Can't" and "have" wonderfully. British accents always had a certain charm to them. Even in this situation.

I felt the wave of blackness being lifted off, but all I saw was the night sky, the moon and stars lighting the dark beautifully. The sky was moving, so I could guess that I was in a moving vehicle. Déjà vu. I was lying on my back, staring off into space, content with the beauty of the sky, when I felt someone poking my shoulder. I turned my head to be met with startling yellow eyes and long black hair.

"Hi! I'm Emily," the little girl said. She had to be Alice's height, if not shorter. The girl had shoulder length black hair, pale skin, and looked to be about fourteen. If it weren't for her pale orange aura, I could have guessed that it was Alice's twin sister. The most significant difference was her eyes. They were bright yellow, much brighter than a vegetarian vampire's eyes.

I violently sat up, squirming as fast and as far away from the voice as possible, taking in my surroundings. I was in a tarp covered wagon, with an open back. The outside was desert. Sand everywhere. Inside the car, however, were more pressing matters.

I looked to find the four voices seated in two separate benches inside the wagon. A tall, tan male that looked almost identical to Jacob was seated next to Emily. On the bench opposite to them was a male of Asian descent, with a scowl on his face and his arms crossed over his chest. The one that caught my attention the most, however, was a tall, blonde male with short messy hair that was sitting on the edge of the door to the wagon. The black pyramid aura around him wasn't causing me pain or discomfort, but either way I felt threatened.

He started talking with the heavy British accent I had heard before.

"Don't panic. We're not here to hurt you. If you'll give us a chance to explain, I'm sure you won't feel threatened anymore." He perched his elbows on his knees, looking at me with his dull, yellow eyes.

"Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Daniel. I was the one that turned you. If you remember, I was the monster that saved you from the other monster," he said, while making small gestures with his hands.

"If you haven't already figured it out, we are exactly what you are. And if you still don't know what that is, let me elaborate.

"We are what the rest of the world calls Children of the Moon. Vampires are our only remaining natural enemy. The reason you're here is that we're trying to sort of...regain our previous numbers. A very long time ago, I believe around two-hundred years ago, the Volturi held a massive genocide of our kind. The Volturi are a group of—"

"Vampires that are the equivalent of royalty. I know some of this, cut me some slack. I'm not as stupid as you think," I cut him off.

He chuckled. "I can gather that much. Anyway, our kind is attempting to regain the numbers of before. But, the Volturi are fickle and conservative. They began to hunt everything that was a threat to their existence. Not only did they hunt our kind down, they hunted down others as well. Sirens, demi-gods, shapeshifters, and even Michelangelo's Archangels were killed in a massive genocide of non-vampires. They almost completely wiped us out. But if even one of us survives, we can continue to create more. All it takes is a bite. Years later, the only remaining... werewolf, for lack of a better term, bit another, and his son bit another, and another and another. Our numbers were replenishing in secret. We remained hidden up until this long."

He shifted on the ledge and clasped his hands together. "But, enough of that, let's talk about now. These are your bunkmates for the night. They're in a similar position as you. Well, except for... I'll let you introduce yourselves."

The tan male sitting near him shifted in his seat. "Um...I'm David. I'm bitten, just like you. I was changed around two months ago. I'm still trying to control it, but it doesn't come easily," he said. His aura was a pale blue ring around his neck. The boy looked like Jacob's twin. But there were some differences here and there. David was easily taller, and he was significantly quieter. The girl sitting next to him sat up, and smiled at me.

"I'm Emily. I wasn't bitten, but my dad was. I haven't changed at all yet, I don't know why. I should have, though, but I haven't. I can't hurt you at all." Thank god. I was afraid she'd turn into a fire breathing monster thing.

The remaining male didn't move from his position, or shift at all. "Derek. Get used to what you are, probie, because it doesn't go away." The man had a ring of blue aura surrounding his feet.

Daniel smiled at me. "Call me Dan, Daniel, Danny, I don't care. I can see you're still pretty flustered. Feel free to introduce yourself. Or not. Some of us value privacy," he angled his head toward Derek.

I sat up. I was still sitting on the floor, but I didn't feel any constraints like I did before. It couldn't hurt to let them know my name.

"Isabella, but I prefer just Bella." Emily smiled at me again, and reached for my arm, but I winced back. She looked a bit flustered, but then she began explaining.

"You can't just sit on the floor! It's all gross and stuff," she said. She even scrunched her nose up, just like Alice did.

"I'm sure as hell not sitting next to him," I said, pointing to Derek. He seemed like the type to eat people alive.

She giggled. "Our side has room. Come on," this time I let her move me toward the bench with David on it. Daniel chuckled again, and started to speak.

"Do you have a gift?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I don't know, to be honest. But I can see auras," I elaborated.

His eyes widened. "I haven't heard of abilities that aren't physical. If you haven't gathered this much from our previous encounter, I can create duplicates of myself made of sand. One of which is driving the truck right now," he said. Suddenly a blob of sand crawled in through the back window and changed into an exact replica of the man next to it. You couldn't tell the two apart, but the duplicate had a faint black pyramid surrounding him, as opposed to a very defined black pyramid surrounding the man next to it. The two simultaneously began talking.

"Well, most of us have abilities that affect the world around us. Because some of us have abilities that require matter, we draw power from sand because it's much more malleable than solid rock or dirt." The pair were speaking perfectly in sync, creating an odd double timbre voice.

I didn't understand anything. I felt so stupid. What the fuck is going on? "Next you're gonna tell me that I'm getting my Hogwarts letter."

David laughed. More sand flew in through the window. The little particles started twisting and morphing, and they turned into little scorpions. Those scorpions then morphed into puny tigers, puppies, snakes, and other bugs. One of them turned into a replica of myself.

"Sand manipulation," David said, snapping me out of my fascination with these small figurines. They behaved just like the animals they embodied. The mini-me yawned. Suddenly all of them collapsed, and David closed his hands around the sand.

Emily got up and sat on the other side of the bench. Suddenly, white spikes stuck out everywhere from her body. She looked like a porcupine. A very dangerous, were-porcupine. It was almost hysterical, how crazy I was getting. I swore that all of this was just a huge joke. Then the spikes suddenly receded, leaving me with my mouth gaping wide open. No, no, this isn't happening. First the goddamn vampires, then the wolf explosion, then these monsters, and now this... This can't be happening.

Daniel spoke up. "She uses sand to change the shape of her bones. We think this will make phasing much less painful for her," he said. But I honestly didn't care. This was too much. I had to get out.

"What the hell is this? X-Men? You expect me to believe all this shit? And you," I lashed out at Derek. "What the fuck can you do? Fly?" I was screaming now.

Derek got up roughly, and so did I. Both the Daniels got up as well, holding us both down. Derek started talking.

"No, I can do this!"

Everything around me went black again, and I collapsed. I couldn't tell which way was up, and I became dizzy. I couldn't see, feel, smell, or hear anything. I had no idea where I was anymore. The whole world was disorienting. The only thing I could hear was my own thoughts. I had no measure on time any more. I could have easily been there for hours or seconds. But then suddenly the cloak over me was lifted. I used this as my chance.

I shoved past Daniel and David, knocking over the door of the wagon. The freezing desert air was liberating. I heard screams calling my name from behind, where the driver failed to notice my absence and kept driving forward while I ran back.

"Bella!" I heard a voice that sounded exactly like Alice from behind me. But it wasn't Alice. If it was Alice, I would have stopped. If it was Alice, I would have run back. If it was Alice, I wouldn't be here in the first place. If it was Alice, I would still be in the apartment, playing Call of Duty with the boys while she played with my hair. If Alice had never left with Edward in the first place, I would be in Forks, at home, with my dad, with Jacob, and with all of the Cullens. If it weren't for stupid Edward, I would still be human. I would still have friends. I would still have family. I would still be happy. All of these emotions, this anger, this searing wave of heat inside me triggered something.

I didn't stop running as the heat that triggered the change assaulted my bones. I welcomed it. It was the only consistency in my life at the moment. My muscles grew as well, almost stopping my sprint. I still felt the unimaginable waves of pain, but my instincts were triggered. Something told me that if I stayed with the others I would get hurt. I was probably right. The burning of the hair assaulted my skin, and I knew that I had at least partially transformed.

The road was indistinguishable under my feet. I had reverted to running four-legged again. I was sprinting as fast as I could down the road. I bet if maybe I ran far enough, I would get back to London to the apartment. Then Emmett, Embry and I could come down here and beat the shit out of these X-Men wannabes. That would be fun.

Suddenly I came upon a street sign. A street sign in the middle of nowhere. I tried my best to make it out, but I couldn't, partly due to the fact that it was in fucking Arabic. Where the hell was I? This sign pissed me off. I roared loudly and swung my arm, bending the sign in half. There, now you're Arabic but upside down, where you can't bother me anymore.

I sniffed around, looking for some sort of food source. I had no idea how long it was ago that I ate. I was really hungry. But there was no food source near.

I risked a look behind me. The variety of auras was turning back now. I immediately felt threatened, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I knew as long as I was on a road they could follow me. So I did the next most obvious thing. I ran straight into the desert, approaching mountains.

The sand scratched in between my toes as I sprinted as fast as I could toward the mountain. Such a mountain ridge could hide me well enough to lead the others on a different trail. There could be goats or some other type of food on top of the mountains as well. There might even be an oasis or something.

I reached the ridges in around five minutes. Climbing the rock was a bit awkward, but easy enough compared to how I would have fared being human. I scaled the rock face, reaching thin ledges and impossible handholds. I remembered something vaguely familiar about this. I've done this before. In fact, not only had I done this before, so had my captor, Daniel. This wasn't as great of an idea as I previously thought.

Pretty soon, I reached a ledge. I was right about my assumptions about there being animals. Crouched in front of me was a coyote. It would normally terrify me, but its size was vastly smaller than me. I could pick it up in my hand. It seemed like a decent source of food, but the human side of me was retching at the thought of eating such an animal. But then again, the more dominant predator side of me wasn't being picky today.

I picked the poor animal up by the scruff of the neck. It growled and protested fearfully, but I really didn't care. I was hungry. What else did it want me to do? I simply grabbed it and bit. I didn't care one bit about the bones or the gut or the possible dysentery. I just ate. I finished it in two bites.

I was quite satisfied. Even if I just swallowed a coyote nearly whole, I was still a bit hungry, but so far it would just have to do. Thinking back to my previous encounter with Daniel, I remembered he had the ability to both turn werewolf and make duplicates of himself. Safe to say he had quite an advantage over me. I would just have to out run him. I was faster than a vampire, I was sure I could run faster than he could.

I started scaling the rock face again. I would have to use the rock face as a boundary between me and Daniel's pack. I wasn't about to get caught again. My hands and paws were conquering the steep slope with ease. Pretty soon I was at the summit.

Looking around, I caught sight of Daniel's black pyramid aura from dozens of miles away. Safe to say he no longer had a trail. The unrelenting glow of the moonlight lit up everything. I could see for hundreds of miles across the flat desert plane. There was nothing. Nothing but a faint oasis in the middle of it all. I had heard stories about mirages and illusions, but that was because of heat. I was fucking freezing, there was no way that could be fake.

I landed on the other side of the ridges with a thud. The little pool of water was only a mile or so away. I kept on running at my werewolf pace.

I approached the pool of water. It looked totally normal, but I knew better than to assume that. So what I did was I tried to test it out by sniffing the water, to see if it was poisoned or not. I lowered my snout down, taking a deep whiff of the water.

A hand shot out and grabbed my throat.

The water flew everywhere, but it twisted onto itself and turned black. It was as thick as oil, and more hands shot out to try and attack me. It was trying to choke me and hold me down. I had no idea what was happening. How many times a day am I allowed to say what the fuck?

Just then the water formed a huge mess of hands in mid air. It was like demon oil grew hands and started wanting to attack me. I knew better than to feel afraid, but I was terrified.

Just another thing to add on to the list of freak things that happened to me in the past week.

I scampered as fast as I could away from the mess. It followed, sending out more arms and reaching out to grab my legs or tail as I regained my balance and tried to run away. The moonlight hit the sand almost perfectly right, making it sparkle. I sprinted as far as I could away from the demon oil, but it kept up with the pace I was setting. Suddenly an arm reached my right foot and sent me tumbling to the ground.

The group of arms and hands nearly flew towards me. I ducked my head down and covered myself with my arms in a feeble attempt to ward off the water thing. I felt threatened, and I wanted to get away so badly. I knew I was in a terrible position at the moment, and it seemed my werewolf self recognized this. Protective loops of sand wrapped around me, and crushed me into the sand. I felt myself moving rapidly through the sand until it spit me out again.

I looked around to find that I was in a completely different place than I was before. The demon oil water thing was around fifty feet away, but it was zooming toward me fast. I ducked my head into the sand again, and once again it pulled me through and spit me out in a different place.

I was farther away from the mess of arms now, but it was still blurring at me with unrelenting speed. I ducked my head under the sand again.

Once again I had moved. Hooray for spontaneous werewolf powers! I was actually enjoying myself a bit when the mess of arms came flying at me again. But this time it was stopped by a huge tiger made of sand.

I looked around to find David and Emily running toward me rapidly.

"Bella! Bella stay still!" Emily pleaded.

No! It's coming after me, don't you see? I ducked my head under the sand again and appeared away from them. The two turned around, trying to find where I was.

I appeared directly in front of Daniel.

"Why didn't you listen when I told you not to panic?" He said. He created a duplicate of himself and set it at the mess of arms again, which was now dueling with David's sand tigers and sand monsters.

How the hell was I supposed to stay calm? That thing fucking appeared out of nowhere! I thought.

"It may seem like it, but they really don't. They're traps that are put up by others like us," Daniel said.

What the fuck? Since when can you read my mind?

"I can't, but you're directing messages to me, and since I changed you, I can hear them," Daniel explained as he created another duplicate of himself, who joined David's sand tigers in the fight.

They must be a bitch to kill, I thought.

"That's one way to say things," he said, before near instantly collapsing into the sand and changing into the monster I saw the day I was bitten.

How do you do that so quickly?

"Practice," a booming voice erupted from the werewolf.

You can talk? I can talk?

"Practice," it repeated, before joining the fight. Emily walked over to me, so I tried to make words. It came out more like a donkey baying, so she giggled.

"We have to get you out of here, can you do that thing you did with the sand again?" She asked. The little girl pointed toward a point beyond the mountains. "The truck is over there."

I didn't know what else to do, so I grabbed her in my arms and attempted to duck under the sand again. Sure enough, it spit the two of us out a few hundred feet from where the truck was. Her eyes widened, and she clung to my fur as I ran toward the wagon, which had a pseudo-Daniel standing in front of it.

"Good to see you two," it greeted.

Are you done yet? I think we should get out of here.

"Not quite, but almost. You should get sleep. Get in the back. I'll explain everything later, you look tired," The duplicate said.

I am tired. I tried as best I could to fit into the wagon. It seemed to be made for werewolves, because it had enough room for me to curl up in the back. I set Emily down, but she still clung to my fur.

"It's cold," she said. I pulled her down into my fur, where she delightedly cuddled into my chest. An amused Daniel duplicate mounted the truck a few minutes later.

Who's driving?

"Derek."

I hate that jackass.

The Daniel clone looked side to side, before speaking again. "Don't tell, but I agree. We'll finish up in about half an hour. Get some sleep, you need it."

I looked down at the little girl pressed into my fur. She reminded me so much of Alice it wasn't even funny. The two were almost exactly the same; except Emily had longer hair and their eyes were different. But their attitudes were the same, and the way they treated others was the same. This little girl accepted me, no questions asked, just like Alice did back when I first visited the Cullen household. It warmed my heart knowing that there wasn't just one person who treated me like Alice.

I quickly settled down and closed my eyes.

Nother A/N: So, Bella is stuck in the middle of Saudi Arabia with a pack of werewolves. I know this chapter was probably a whole lot to swallow, and I'm sorry for my horrible grammar. My beta had troubles with the stupid fuckin' compooper. Dammit. Next chapter, as I said before, is in third person, outlining the search for Bella. The OCs are vital to the plotline, and the demon oil thing was a trap set up by the COTM camp coming up in the near future (MASSIVE SPOILER... SORRY ABOUT THAT ). And again, I apologize for the bad grammar and the sudden change in plot. (NO, THE OC AND BELLA ARE NOT TOGETHER! The oc is helping Bella realize her feelings for Alice. She's too goddamn stupid to figure it out in the books and here as well.)

I had to delete the files of the stories as soon as I uploaded them. I've also had to go back and erase my internet history to the AliceXBella fanfictions. Unfortunately for me, I live in a homophobic state...And also a homophobic household. Which means if I happen to slip up on a chapter or need to go back and make changes, I can't. If my brother got kicked out for being atheist, imagine what will happen to me if I come out as being bisexual? I know that was totally random. Sorry, I'm the type to keep all my troubles inside in front of friends and family, and then dump it all on the nearest stranger :D

Music for today is another Radiohead song, 15 step. It was featured on the ending credits of Twilight the movie. (Don't tell anyone...That's how I got hooked on Radiohead. It's also how I got hooked on Muse and Iron & Wine.) Fic for today is United at War by buffscoobs. I'm guessing that's Buffy the vampire slayer and Scooby doo? I don't know.

Cheers,

The Lazy Werewolf