Title: Loose Ends
Fandom: Twi-WV
Characters/Pairing: Leah, vamp to be revealed
Rating: M (contains character death)
Genre: Horror (yes- horror. From me!)
Words: 500

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Prompt:
"—I'll kill you.
—Darling, I'm already dead."

AN: This one is pretty much the polar opposite of the last one in every single way. You've been warned...


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Loose Ends

Opening the door, all she could see was red. Coating every square inch of the previously white walls and light wood paneling, splattering the vaulted ceiling, staining the cedar beams—it looked like someone had spray painted community center. She wished that's all it was.

As she took the first tentative step into the room, her bare foot squelched in the quarter inch of coagulating liquid covering the floor. It was all she could do not to vomit.

No hearts were beating, where they had sequestered the majority of the tribe. The young wolves outside were still stubbornly holding on, their strong hearts slowing with each tortuous beat.

She had no idea how the vamp could have gotten past their defenses—even with the distraction her minions had provided. The pack had changed their patrol routes and stuck closer to the rez after the last attack. Jake hardly ever slept; he just stayed in wolf form and kept running.

These safety "drills" were Sam's idea, after the latest La Push resident went missing. He thought the redhead might be building another army like the last time, even though she'd already gotten what she came for. Still, he wasn't going to let the Quileutes be slaughtered on his watch.

She stepped gingerly around the largest puddles of blood, her eyes tracing the mangled bodies that were barely recognizable as human. Tears filled her eyes when she recognized a face, or a shirt, and the enormity of the destruction hit her all at once. Whoever did this was a monster.

"Leah, Leah, Leah, the boys still making you do the dirty work?" She whirled at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, looking toward the front of the assembly hall to find the vampire responsible for this macabre display. Even with her enhanced senses, she couldn't make out anyone hiding in the shadows.

A cold chill washed over her as she stepped slowly back toward the door, unnerved by the fact that her wolf hadn't sensed the other presence. She knew she couldn't take the leech on alone—especially indoors—and she hoped to draw it outside where she would have room to phase.

"Going somewhere, Lee-Lee? I thought you'd be happy to see me." Leah froze at the nickname, looking intently where she heard the voice. She finally saw movement, the vampire unfolding herself where she was perched on the meeting table, running her pale fingers through something. Leah did lose her lunch when she realized the leech was playing with Billy Black's long hair, splayed out over her blood-covered legs.

Leah froze in horror at the scene before her—the absolute last person she expected to see there. The pack thought the redhead was responsible for the recent attacks, but it seemed she had made a new friend.

"Bella!" she gasped, gagging on the bile once again filling her throat. "Jake is going to kill you!"

Bella's laugh was bitter, even in her ringing new voice. "Oh, my darling little wolf, he can try. I'm already dead."