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Into the Mist - Chapter Three
Months after Fleur destroyed her house, she was found in the middle of a small village in Tennessee. Her eyes were now a blood red, and her once soft blonde hair was now rough and tangled. And her once adorable, beautiful face was now mangled with everlasting anger.
She stood stock still, lifting her nose to the air. She could scent confusion, radiating off of almost every human nearby. Ha. They'd never figure it out. In fact, she'd never figure it out.
"Excuse me?" Fleur asked a passing man. He had an annoying air about him, he looked as though he thought he was better than everyone else.
"What?" He asked sharply, looking at her. Fleur looked down 'shyly'. "Could you please tell me where the nearest restaurant it?" She asked, trying to sound sweet an innocent.
"Over there." He pointed behind him. Fleur hid her face behind her mangled hair. "Pardon me? I'm deaf in that ear, could you please lean closer?" She asked sweetly.
He leaned in to tell her again. That was when she struck. As his neck neared, she sank her teeth in. When he froze, she snapped his neck. She proceeded to the next person, who stood obliviously, with her back turned.
And so her well worn pattern began again.
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The Cullens (including vampire Bella) ran towards Tennessee. The source of the disaster was there, they had been informed.
Woah, back up.
The Cullens had been informed by Tanya's family, who had been passing by Tennessee, that a savage was loose, and they could scent the newborn's rage. The Cullens had - obviously - immediately taken action. The heroic family.
What they didn't know that the enraged newborn was a six-year-old child, who had recently lost her parents.
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Fleur kicked at the shoe emporium that she was planning to destroy. It started to collapse. But before it could, she punched at it, and bit off a large amount of wood. She spit it out and turned to the last surviving human in the village.
Snarling, Fleur took a lunge towards the cowering teenager.
But the child was stopped in midair. She felt large, well-muscled arms grab her tiny ones.
"Stop. Stay calm. Esme, take the human somewhere far away!" The well-muscled man that was holding her ordered a motherly looking lady. Fleur snarled viciously, and thrashed in the man's arms.
"Emmett, you sure you don't need help?" A beautiful blonde woman asked the man named Emmett who was holding the snarling, thrashing, angry child. The angry Fleur kicked at the man, making him puff out air. Newborns were strong.
"Lemme go! Go away! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Fleur screamed, still thrashing around. What did these people want with her? And why could the man named Emmett hold her? She was the strong one, from what experience had led her to believe.
"No. Now, I'm going to get Edward over here to hold you, too, and you're going to explain to us what the hell you think you're doing." The man named Emmett tightened his grip, and shoved the girl towards a bronze haired boy. The boy who was named Edward reached out for one of her arms, and held firm.
"WHO ARE YOU? LEAVE ME-" Fleur was cut off by a gentle girl's voice.
"Edward, loosen your grip. Her arm is positively white. Whiter than it should be. Come on, give her a chance to calm down." A girl with mahogany hair pleaded with the bronze haired man. He obliged unwillingly.
"But she's a mass murderer! Come on, Bells! Let us pulverize her! What are the odds we get to kill a midget vampire?" The one named Emmett begged the girl. She glared, and stepped forwards to brush Fleur's hair out of her face. Her tangled hair had been in her face the whole time, they hadn't seen that she was a child.
When her hair was removed, everyone gasped.
"B-but... She's a little kid!" Emmett was incredulous. Fleur's anger had died down. It wouldn't last, though. Soon enough she'd be angry again.
"What do you want from me?" Asked Fleur, in her regular voice. She hadn't heard that for a while. It shocked even Fleur. When was the last time she'd ever spoken in a calm voice? She couldn't remember.
"Why are you killing off small villages?" Asked a tall, blonde man. He was kneeling in front of her, his face was calm. He seemed used to these things.
Fleur stopped breathing. Why was she killing off small villages? Why was she so angry? Why had seeing her parents dead done this to her?
"I-I... think t-t-that it's b-because my p-p-p-parents... were k-k-k-k-k-killed... A-a-a-and s-s-s-something happened t-to me." Fleur sobbed, and sagged closer to the ground. "B-b-b-but I don't k-know w-what i-i-it is." She tried half heartedly to yank her arms away from the strong men.
"Let her go." Ordered the blonde man. The people who were apparently named Emmett and Edward immediately released her. Fleur fell to the ground, and smashed her face into the dirt. Her blonde hair fell over her head, and she could no longer see daylight.
"Do you know what you are?" Asked the man. Fleur mumbled 'no' into the ground. The man patted her. "No wonder you're upset." He said sympathetically.
"NO WONDER SHE'S UPSET?" Thundered the blonde lady. "She's murdering villages at a time and all you can say is NO WONDER SHE'S UPSET?" Fleur sat up and glared at her.
"What's your problem? Why don't you murder villages at a time?" Challenged Fleur. Her red eyes flashed angrily. Her anger was slowly seeping back into her body. "Why am I the only one so mad?" She yelled, digging her feet and hands into the ground in her frustration.
"Because I'm not a psychopath." The girl sneered. Fleur banged her face against the nearest wall, which smashed the building that they were residing under. Yep. Smashed it right into smithereens.
A small pixie-like girl spoke up. "She reminds me of the way I was for a while, before I met Jasper... I just wasn't this severe." She said softly. The blonde boy next to her's face was contorted. As if he were concentrating very hard on something.
"She won't - calm - down! There's something wrong with her." The man who seemed to be Jasper struggled to say.
"Of course there is! SHE'S KILLING OFF THE COUNTRY."
Fleur had had it. She zoomed off. She ran, and ran, and ran... Until she was in the middle of nowhere. She sat on the ground, and pounded it with her fists until it cracked. After about an hour, Fleur realized she had company. She opened her eyes to see the pixie-like girl standing over her.
"Why won't you people just leave me ALONE?" She shrieked, burying her face in her hands. The girl sat down next to her, and placed a hand on her back.
"Because I know exactly how you feel. I felt the same way when I was in your stage of life. A newborn vampire." Said the girl kindly. Fleur was not in the mood for sympathy. She growled, annoyed.
The girl ignored her. "You know, you don't have to kill people to survive. You could feed off of animals instead."
"Feed?" Fleur asked blankly. She hadn't eaten or drunken anything besides little drops of blood from the humans she bit. Her head tilted to the side slightly. Her anger - once more - briefly subsided.
"Don't you drink human blood?" Asked the girl quizzically. Fleur shook her head, fanning her blonde hair around her. The girl took a moment to admire her.
"You're very pretty, you know. If we got you a cute dress or something..." She trailed off into thought. Of clothes that would look nice on the little girl. Fleur looked away. She was suddenly violently aware of her horrible hair. She needed to fix that. And fast.
"Uhm, Mrs. Pixie-Person? Can we wash my hair?" Fleur asked shyly. The girl laughed.
"Call me Alice."