It's Been awhile since I uploaded so I thought I'd put up some teasing little excerpts from future unfinished chapters. Though I am currently working on the next chapter, I get board and distracted, so I'm only about a third of the way through writing the Chapter that's Actually supposed to be next, But there's some juicy shit in later chapters. I'm probably too excited about it, really, but... while you wait...

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How A Radical Dances:

New Evolution Supernatural Strains

A Twilight FanFiction

By

Alisha Quigley

Before He could blink His banshee sprung from Her bed, whipping sheets at the Nomad that obscured her from his Sight. He heard a clink of metal and the next Moment a Pale hand, followed too quickly by The Radical Banshees Frighteningly Beautiful face, Appeared from amongst the Flurry of Falling sheets.

Her hand Caught his throat in one deathly swift motion and She Slammed the Vampire into the Wall hard as he attempted a Dash through the doorway and escape.

With a Cold stare and Venomous Grit, The Fascinating Cage-Fighter, suddenly Barely three inches from his face, Warned "Ya know, If I shove this in your Fuck'n Gullet right now 'n' squeeze the Trigger Your whole Fffucken Body goes Woof, Right Dawg?!" With a furiously twitching, sneering upper lip, shoving the Metal Barrel of a small Blowtorch canister between his teeth "... The Fuck..." The Angry Radical Spat "You Doin' In My Gawd-damn Apartment, Dead Man?!"
Alistair didn't try to speak with the Blowtorch Bit in his mouth. He just pointedly Stared at the intruding weapon and rolled his eyes.

"Mmm...hm-hm" Rad Hummed, a sinister, triumphant smirk lingering for a long pause in which she did not remove the Blowtorch Barrel from the Trackers Mouth.

Alistair chuckled with a nervously astonished expression. "Sasquatch... so, you're a Weregorilla?"

"We can fuck'n Hit like We're gorillas when you say stupid shit like that. I said Dad was Kitsune – it's entirely different up close and Sasquatch are Nothing like Gorillas anyway." Rad deadpanned.

"-... Haha-hmm'pretty sure humans'ah plenty capable of fuck'n shit up."

The tracker chuckled at that finishing remark, unable to hide his agreeing smirk and appreciative nod he chanced to catch her eye. And there's the penny drop. Both parties to the conversation get a stupid look on their head for a moment.

Reaves managed to drag herself away from the confusing loss of senses first, standing from her lounging spot to pace a rocking swagger. Now sporting a burdensome languid demeanor, she turns away from the sight of her new friends raspberry cookie palleted face.

Making a shockingly sharp whistling sound and she whips a cigarette out of a packet she'd fished from her jacket lining; propped a Cig between her lips, fired a trick little zippo that appeared in her other hand, lit her smoke and paced away from the vampire positioning and repositioning her dreads. She appeared casually worried about how well this encounter was going, of all their encounters since he woke her to assure her safety. 'A vampire trying to keep a monster like me safe... well shit.'

"I've never seen a Mermaid." Alistair Commented as he watched her newly guarded pacing. He didn't feel he had to rush to keep the conversation going though. A thought came to the old vampires mind "Can you... Do you have a... " Unable to figure the appropriate way to ask, Alistair chuckled to himself and sighed in defeat, Smiling at the absurdity of the conversation he was trying to initiate. It felt too personal.
Rad knew what he wanted to ask. Unfazed by the nature of the details she'd have to share in regards to That part of her biology "Ye'what? A Tail?" she finished the question for him...

"You're really not like Anyone, are you? Hm-hmm, Lets go to my Apartment, shall we?" Alistair suggested in Jested reference to the RV he'd left parked at a trailhead close to the spot he'd watched her enter the woods earlier.
"Due, Lets... Betcha Can't Catch Me Before I Get to Your Place, Last one Backs'a Rotten Egg!" Rad Hollered, Kicking off the ground and shooting a few meters into the trees, Initiating a Footrace Challenge with a Cryptid Convert she knew to be much faster than herself.

Alistair Smirked Dubiously, Knowing he'd Easily matched her Pace Earlier and he was Sure she'd actually Been Trying to Get away then. 'I'll Give her A Moment. 10 Seconds Head start. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5..."

(By the count 8)

Rad was Already over a half mile away from where she left the Raspberry Cookie, Giggling Madly as she Ran. As the world sped By The Cryptid Hybrid Superhuman leapt from rock and tree, cliff and branch. She'd use her grip on Branches and thin Trees to change direction, spinning, flipping.

(By the count 5)

She couldn't Hear him Chasing her by about the Mile and, Not realizing his plan, she slowed to listen for him. 'He should have caught me by now...'

"Alistair?"

(by the count 4)

Rad strained to listen 'I should be able to hear him, The Forest is Silent right now' And it was. Completely Silent. There wasn't even the rustle of leaves, no sign of wildlife whatsoever. 'Oh... This could be bad... There's something else out here... n' it's Hunting... uhh Fuck Off, What the cunt is Hunting me righ' now?'

(By the count 3)

She slowly Reached For The revolver She had Strapped Between her shoulders and readied It, Waiting. The only other thing she could do was Stay Silent and Listen, Hoping to hear Alistair and Not Something else.

(By the count 2)

Silently, She turned to scrutinize her surroundings, Meticulously Scanning for anything out of place. She saw nothing strange, no Obvious Predator, Just the Darkness of the night Forest; which wasn't so great a deal more obscuring than a Cloudy Evening in a city, Her hybrid eyes picked up light reflection that An average humans Couldn't. That wouldn't help her in a fight for her life with most Cryptid Predators that would hunt Her.
Most Of her Hybrid powers were useless right now. If she was to Bring her Kitsune Out, it would make her fast & Strong enough to get Away from anything, But not enough to fight or kill it. If she were to change into her Marine structure and she were anywhere near water, she would be able to kill the creature or swim away. But, Actually.., if she Tried to transform right now, it would take too long, it would hurt too much and whatever was Hunting her Would not be Dumb enough to let her complete the transformation no matter Which One she Chose. 'Can't run if I don't Know what I'm Running from. Where Is It?!'

(On the count 1)

A deafening wind picked up, Suddenly it felt as though she were standing beneath the rear end of a Jumbo Jet turbine, and Radicals Stomach turned to hollow ice '… No Way...' She looks up hesitantly & finally see's it. "Ouh, FU-"

Author's Note:
... A lot of it's probably going to be heavily re-edited by the time the actual chapters come about, and I have no idea how long it's going to take to get to any of those chapters but... I had a lot of fun reading some of it after not looking at it for months... it was like breakfast in bed.