"So, how'd you like those flesh eating slugs?" A familiar voice floated by me. I didn't respond. I was still a little miffed at him. The slugs had been interesting, but I wouldn't have gone if I had known he was going to ambush me after with a snowball fight. I wasn't in the mood for one.
I sighed as I drifted closer and closer to shore. He floated next to me in silence. At least he showed some respect. He hadn't been the one to push us in the water, but he had started the snowball fight.
I closed my eyes, soaking up the noise of the waves. The sand began to brush against my legs, and with one final shove, we were pushed up onto land. I wanted to relax, but instead, I froze. I was okay on the beach, because I wasn't a vampire, but the traces were much stronger in Hayden than they were in me.
"Hayden..." I didn't need to say any more. We could already smell them. If we, mainly him, didn't get out of here quick, it wouldn't be such a pretty picture. The werewolves seemed to be more on edge than ever.
"Somethings strange about this." Hayden murmured. His eyes flickered to a girl sitting on the beach. There was a taste of fear mingled with disbelief in the air. Bella. But what was there to fear? She was safe, wasn't she? I couldn't remember her doing any thing to drastic in the past 48 hours.
"C'mon, lets go hide some where." I shape-shifted into a slithery sand colored snake, and squiggled my way across the sand. Hayden followed close behind me in the shape of a crab, without complaint. He must have been eager to figure out what was going on, or he wouldn't have come with out a fight.
I could tell he was right. Something was unsettling about the earth around me. There was a distinct smell, that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I could see another approaching, definitely a werewolf. I could pick out the smell quite distinctly from the others.
To me they didn't smell bad, but to Hayden, they smelled repulsive. I didn't have as much vampire running through my veins as he did. Luckily, because we had changed shape, our smell could not be detected.
They were talking. I tuned my ears to listen in on their conversation. It turned out Bella had only just found out the here werewolf friend, Jacob I think, was indeed a werewolf. She was worried about people hunting them because most people who glimpsed them thought they had looked like giant bears.
"Even I know the difference from a bear and a wolf." Hayden muttered beside me. I hissed at him disapprovingly. He always got into a really rude mood when he was around them. He shrank away from me, taking my warning seriously.
The conversation continued. Jacob had thought Bella wouldn't accept him for who he was. Hayden snorted. I had to admit he was right. If Bella could live with Edward being a vampire, than she could definitely live with Jacob as a werewolf.
There was a slight turn in the conversation that had peaked my interest. Bella thought Laurent was still alive. Ha! There was no way in hell he could have survived the whole pack! Why on earth was she still worried about him. Why could I still smell the fear so thickly. It was sickeningly strong when she had found that Laurent was gone, and then it suddenly struck me.
The only vampire who would have a reason to kill Bella, the only one left when Laurent and James had been picked off one by one.
Victoria.