Chapter Info

Title: Moodswings galore.

Number: 6/?

Warnings: Language, teenage angst, mentions of violence.

Author's Note: sorry this took a while. I make no excuses for this but I hope you enjoy this chapter. And I promise updates will become a little more frequent. I don't know how frequent. But frequent enough.

- ʚɞ -

- Unknown -

She wanted to laugh, to allow the simple emotion of amusement to swallow her whole and cause nothing but laughter to fall off her cupid bow lips. Yet she somehow manages to silence it, to keep it trapped inside her chest, almost a mirror to the hands she had caged behind her hips as she lent against the wall in Chief Swans living room. Her stance reflecting that of a shadow spectre, watching the scent before her unfold and yet not being a true part of it.

Seafoam green eyes cut over to the reason she wants to laugh, as she eyes the supernatural war unfolding in the silence of the opposite corner. Where the Cullens stood face to face with the dogs of La Push, the tanned Quileutes making the Cullens look even paler than they normally were. Noses curled up as each side tried to fight their disdain for the smell of the other. As eyes, both brown and topaz, screamed the actions they'd rather be performing.

It was childish in its nature, which was why she wanted to laugh so damn much. How these old vampires were acting like children in the face of wolves. Even Carlisle Cullen, who on any other given day would look respectable and proper, was fighting his very nature. Every single molecule of him wanted to rip the dogs apart and paint the walls with their blood. Or maybe that was because of the comments aimed towards his eldest 'child', the dogs taking a sick sense of pleasure in painting Edward as the enemy. As the reason behind the grief the Chief, a long time friend of the tribe, was feeling over the loss of his daughter.

She was slowly liking the dogs more and more with every comment.

Shaking her head she looks over to where the Chief is standing, his moustache twitching as he runs a tired hand down his face. Chocolate eyes - that she hears are the same as his daughters - steadily observing the maps laid out before him. Markers are etched onto different areas, highlighting the different places the search parties had already looked. The little flags acting like an ominous echo of just how pathetic this hunt really was, looking for a body that would never be found.

Around him stood many members of his police force, as well as other humans who had been assigned as key members in the search. Each one assigned a small team and a set area to hunt. It was a well oiled machine in how it moved and all credit for such a thing went to the Chief. And the way in which he inspired respect from absolutely everyone around him. All of them wanted to get on his good side, to listen to him, to help him. It was something else entirely. And for a moment it restored her faith in humanity, and made her respect for Charlie grow with each moment.

And her heart to break, knowing he was swallowed in grief. Missing the daughter who he'd never see again.

Momentarily she lets her mind wander, wondering just how the newborn was currently doing. No doubt she had already awoken to her new reality. Her new urges driven by the insatiable need to quell the thirst that would haunt her every unneeded breath. But that wasn't what she was most curious about, she couldn't help but wonder if Bella remembered the circumstances that led to her new life.

Would she remember being a toy for the copper haired idiot, would she remember the feeling of the 'love of her lifes' teeth ripping into the delicate flesh of her throat intent on ending her life.

It definitely set the stage for many what-if's and oh it also meant for one hell of a revenge trip. And she couldn't wait to watch it unfold. To finally see the Cullen's get the very thing they'd been deserving for years and for Edward to be violently ripped off his damn pedestal and learn the true meaning of 'humanity'. And so yeah maybe a small - albeit huge - part of her was hoping that was what Peter had called her in for. To help Bella achieve that revenge.

As she'd enjoy nothing more than teaching the newborn the perfect way to inflict pain.

A loud crash has her head snapping back to the corner with inhuman speed and her eyes settle on the image of one of the wolves pinning Edward to the wall. All pretence of humanity having now escaped the two enemies as loud growls and hisses permeates the once silent air. Pushing off the wall, she watches the scene unfold in slow motion as Edward manages to extract himself. Hands braced on the chest of the wolf as he pushes his supernatural enemy away.

His strength though is more than the wolf predicts as his body hurtles dangerously close to where the humans were currently standing. Their eyes were just as drawn to the spectacle as she was. Before anyone in the room can brace themselves, including her, the wolf shifts. His body soon changed from that of a man, to a russet wolf who's body seemed to almost double in size. And yet his shift does nothing for his momentum as his body continues on its path. Soon crashing into the chief and knocking the man to the floor.

Sighing softly, with the knowledge that Peter was going to have her ass for this, she pushes off the wall and finally enters the fray. Shifting from a spectre to a willing party. Seafoam eyes burning into the body of the chief, her anger chilled with the fact she can see his chest rising and falling with rickety breaths.

His body is hurting - as one would expect having a wolf crash into it - but still very much alive and working as it should.

"Now then dickheads, shall I show you all what it truly means to fight. "

Her voice carries like an old prayer around the room and caresses every supernatural ear, as her eyes begin to shine. Turning them from a seafoam green, to silver. Her power pulsing wildly in the room, making everyone aware that she was not someone to fuck with.

But oh she wanted one of them to fuck with her. If only so she could finally cause them pain.

- Bella -

Everything was different now she was a vampire, everything swirled around her in perfect clarity. Like a picture that was now in a much higher definition than her human eyes had ever been able to see. Bella could not only see every detail of a room, but every speck of dust in the air, every crack and fissure in the wood that held the small shack together.

It was an adjustment.

As were the adjustments to her personality. She was almost childlike in her mannerisms. One moment she'd be doing one thing and the next, she'd be off doing something else. Forgetting what it was she was originally doing. And as quick as she started with one thing, she was doing something else. Her moods shifted from happy to angry quicker than her new eyes could blink.

She'd been warned, what being a vampire was like. But nothing, not even the fantasy based musings she once had could prepare her for this new life. Jasper was a steady hand to hold onto, but Bella wasn't blind. He was struggling as much as she was, struggling to correlate the new woman before him with the clumsy human she once knew.

The empath wading into a territory he didn't know with every emotional breakdown she had when she allowed herself to think of Charlie. Those emotional breakdowns resulted in the carnage that was now her bedroom. First she destroyed her bed - well the bed she changed on - and then her hands had reached out and ripped floorboards up simply to reduce them to sawdust.

Her sights soon set on a chest of drawers that currently lay in tatters at her feet, laughter spilling from her lips like a funeral chime as she wished she could cry. To truly wear the marks of her grief as her tears stained her cheeks. Of all human synchronisms, she never thought that would be once that she'd miss. And yet here she was, wishing for something that would no longer be.

A small part of her, that she knew was her lost humanity, felt for Rosalie and Esme. Now understanding the grief that followed them. That was so installed in their granite hearts that it was hard to escape. Because here she was, lost in the same grief. Hers spelling out the love of a daughter, missing the father she pushed away.

But also her grief spelled out the loss of a relationship.

Due to not sleeping anymore, she'd spent the previous night - in between bouts of destruction - wallowing over the bittersweet first love she'd been a part of. Observing every moment with new eyes and a new perspective. and the only thing she could think, was how had she been so stupid.

She had gone from a wildly independent woman to a lovestruck teenager. Edwards, whole demeanour, pulling her into his trap and turning her into a toy. Slowly but surely he tore apart her very actions and remodelled them into his perfect little doll. Alice acting as his accomplice and slowly but sure the true Isabella Swan was buried beneath the facade that they created.

A pet for a vampire. The perfect silent mind he could wallow in and ignore the rest of the world. A test to his strength and control to hold his singer close and fight his every urge to drain her dry. But he'd failed. And he had tasted that sweet nectar and ended her human life.

Screaming loudly, Bella throws the plank of wood in her hands, watching in twisted satisfaction as it embeds in the wall. Splintering the wood structure like a twisted spider web. But as quick as the satisfaction burned in her veins, anger once more moved in. burning like molten lava, loud and raging. Wanting to devour everything in its path.

So she moves.

Her hands raised like weapons as she tears and rips into the wood of the walls, all of it falling around her like twisted confetti. Her ears hear nothing but the distant echo of her heartbeat pulsing in her ears, the sounds of her destruction being nothing more than white noise as she screams out her rage. Each tenor ringing into the air around her like lightning. Swallowing and crashing and spelling out her story.

Isabella Swan was dead, and in her place was a monster.

Wild red eyes turn as she feels the air shift, another body soon entering the space of destruction. Her mind screamed his name - Jasper - but she only saw an enemy. A member of the family that had torn her apart. Had taken her innocence and rendered it to dust.

Shifting quickly, every inch of supernatural speed gathers in that one action as her stone body collides with that of the much older vampire. Something akin to pain echoing along every fissure of granite skin. And for a small second she shivers in pleasure at feeling something other than the grief that had been swallowing her mind whole. A sick sense of satisfaction blooming in her stomach at knowing she can be hurt, that she can bring some other kind of emotion to the table.

Maybe she really was becoming a monster.

As quick as that thought enters her head, it disappears again as her hands reign down punches on Jasper's face. Her hands acting of their own accord, her whole mind screaming to cause someone else pain. To make them feel even the smallest fraction of what she was feeling. Yet the more she acts, the more frustration moves in, frustration at the fact that Jasper wasn't reacting the way she wanted.

He wasn't a soldier.

Instead his hands were more focused on protecting himself, on trying to grab her and halt the assault that she was currently undertaking against his body. Growling loudly in frustration, she lifts herself, hands tangled in his shirt and with a flick of her wrist she throws him. Almost as carelessly as she threw the innocent piece of wood wood earlier.

Disinterested red eyes watch his body crash through the wall she'd weakened earlier, the spider web of damage too weak to support a dead weight crashing through it. A giggle leaves her lips at her analogy of Jasper, but as quick as the amusement goes, it disappears again. Her anger once more took root deep in her soul. Swirling in the blood red irises of her eyes.

"Fight me Jasper. "

The growl that wraps itself around every syllable is inhuman. Another reminder that Bella was no longer the innocent human she'd once been. The man before her was her sire, her master in the darkness. And despite how much she had previously longed for it, now all she longed for her was the blissful relief that came from humanity. The ability to sleep and forget her problems.

The ability to just breathe.

"Fight me Jasper !. "

Her body moves again before she can process her want to move. A blur being the only image of her frame as an indescribable red mist descends across her mental capacity. Blocking all rational thoughts but one, the thought to hurt her sire. To attack the one who had embraced her and pulled her into the arms of darkness and death. His venom was in her veins, destroying every fissure of her humanity and leaving nothing but an echo in its wake.

Her fingers wrap around his throat, squeezing with a strength that is almost foreign to her. Blood red lips curling upwards as she hears the high rendered noise of stone cracking. Something a distant part of her remembers hearing that fateful night in the ballet studio when James lost his head. The noise itself is an indication that she was well on her way to causing the pain she wanted.

"This is all your fault Jasper "

Before she can adjust her stance even a miniscule amount, she feels herself hurtling through the air. Her stone body soon came to land into the pile of wood that had been her previous breakdown. Moving quickly she returns to her feet, her body dropping down into a crouch as her hands curl into hooks, her nails itching to embed themselves in something. Yet her eyes never once stray from Jasper, his own topaz eyes now nothing more than pits of black. A loud growl working its way out of his chest and impregnating the air with power.

The Major was awake.

Despite the shiver of warning that fizzles down her spine, her more submissive nature wants to force her to back down to the older and more dominant male. Bella doesn't move from her stance, instead she returns his growl with one of her own. Hers wrapping around the air along with his creating a symphony of power, neither wanting to back down. Neither wanting to submit to the other.

"Enough Isabella. "

This time a shiver of something else travels along her body, a heat blooming in her stomach as his deep timbre voice caresses her ears. His southern twang was much more prominent and she found she wanted to hear it more, growling in the same way he had just spoken her name. An erotic prayer just for her.

She wanted him.

That revelation is enough to allow her conscious mind to flood with confusion as she raises from her stance, looking at him with something akin to the same humanity based innocence she always had. Teeth sinking into the groove of her lip as her eyes slowly lower, her submission prominent and willingly handed over to his much more experienced hands. She was his to command.

"Do ya' wanna tell me wha' is wrong?. "

It takes every shred of self control Bella possesses to not whine as his voice asks the most innocent of questions, yet her mind travels to places it shouldn't. He was the brother of her ex, her protector. And here her mind was cooking up thoughts that shouldn't exist. That shouldn't be sharing the same space with who he was. Yet there was a dark part of her almost preening under his gaze.

MINE.

Shaking her head, both to her thoughts and his words she turns and walks out the room. Her steps hurried and anxious as she broke out into the large expanse that was the land. A deep breath bringing with it every scent that was gathered in the woods. She needed to hunt. If only to stop her from doing something she shouldn't. To stop her mind travelling back to that one word of claim that felt so right to utter.

Though she'd deny it if asked.

Taking another healing breath as she hears his steps growing closer, she uses her newborn's advantage and takes off running into the forest, hoping for at least a few moments reprieve. A few moments to find herself. She can hear Jasper's steps behind her, like a forbidden dance as he moves to catch her, and it spurs her to push herself further. To cover more space.

She just needed to escape.

Following the scent of an animal she veers off sharply to the left, her steps taking her deeper into the forest where she can smell nothing more than the scent of animals and wildlife. The normality of it wrapping around her like a cocoon and cleansing her palette of the almost tempting scent that is Jasper. Closing her eyes she envisions her hunt, her mind easily painting the movement that she is currently undertaking . she can easily see where it was moving, how it was shifting through the green canvass that's the woods.

With a crooked tilt to her lips. She pounces.

- ʚɞ -

A / N: Reviews are love and highly appreciated - So yeah, Charlie is getting a rude introduction to the world of the supernatural. And Bella is having a mini meltdown. Gotta love it right. And I know there wasn't a lot of interaction in this chapter, and for that i'm sorry. DOn't worry, everyone will start talking again in the next one.

Anyways your comments will be the light that carries me to write the next chapter and hopefully get it to you soon. Also in the next few chapters, the mystery lady will be named. I promise. It will probably be a mystery lady/Peter centric chapter but it will happen.

- ʚɞ -

Oh, oh FYI, if you once read my story Wild Hearts, it is getting a total rework (and by default so its its companion twin hearts). So keep an eye out for that. Also I will be releasing a Bella/Jacob story soon. So things are busy. Also an update is coming for Taking Chances (my paul oc story that changes imprint rules), so check that out too maybe?