Disclaimer: Still not mine.
A/N- Did you see the BD trailer yet? Yeah, picture Angryward when reading this whole story. So hot.
I would like to thank my wonderful beta Dellatera, who puts up with my ridiculous and totally random usage of comas (I truly have no rhyme or reason) and my pre reader TruceOver who makes me realize that what made sense in my own head is clearly a fuck show of words on paper.
And to my darling sapphire peacock, you know who you are. I adore you and you inspire everything I do. I love you.
E's
She felt safe in her bedroom and didn't dress immediately, but her living arrangements had made her more cautious. The pre-twilight hour was the only reason she hadn't shut it tightly, knowing her father wouldn't be home for several hours. My beautiful little vixen moved about her room with a lightness I hadn't observed before. Isabella was always fairly quiet-her footsteps ghosting over the floor-but this was different: Her lightness was internal.
I stood in the small hallway determined to consume her every sense. I had been in her home before-I watched her sleep throughout the years-but everything about this moment was different. Off. I couldn't quite place the discord though, being so overwhelmed with her. I adored her filling my body with her scents and sounds and mostly, her beautiful gift of silence. I felt my blood pump through my veins and my lungs expand with air. Being around her, filled by her, I was human again. My muscles flexed with anticipation at her proximity. Everything felt so very nearly perfect and yet something was plaguing me. My body was vibrating—working faster, understanding more—while my brain struggled to catch up. It came slowly, as if pieces of a puzzle were being filled in automatically and the whole picture became clear. I wasn't reacting to her; it was her reaction to him that was driving me wild. She was dancing around her room, her scent was heady and thick. It was excitement, arousal.
I had to get out of there. The space was so confined and my control was slipping faster than I could regain my foothold. She would die tonight. Now. Someone would. There would be a blood payment for my hurt, my anguish. Him, I could understand. His need, desire, it was uncontrollable around her. I had endured this often over the years. It was part of loving her and I had become accustomed to it, would become accustomed to it. This was the first person she had reacted to. He would have to go. Tonight.
But I couldn't leave her just yet. It was too delicious being this close to her with her excitement in the air. I chose to ignore the fact that it was for another. My pretty petal moved around her room, finally settling on her bed. I could hear the dried tea-colored pages turning slowly as she moved through another book. I hadn't heard the rustle of clothing and pictured her sitting nude, reading. Charlie must be working late this evening or she would never have been so bold. I considered staying longer to indulge in her innocent loveliness, but I had another engagement this evening. I crept silently down the stairs and was careful to lock the door after myself. Her father wouldn't be happy to know she lounged about with no clothing on and left doors open to strangers.
It was easy to find out where Jacob lived. This town was small enough that I had been able to cover every corner within a half an hour when I had first arived. I didn't need to this time though. There was a reservation by First Beach and unless the boy lived on his own, I was sure he would be there. I decided I would leave my love for a short time while I massacred our little interloper. He would be removed quickly, although I hadn't decided as to whether or not it would be painless. Truthfully, I was tiring of him and the time I had wasted on dealing with him already. I just wanted him out of Isabella's thoughts and life. Permanently.
As I made my way down the only road leading toward the reservation, I felt a sense of déjà vu. Something about the air here was making the back of my throat tickle and it became hard to swallow. If I were human, I would think I was having an allergic reaction. The closer I got to the land, the louder the voices got. These voices were confusing though. I began shaking my head as if to clear it. Something was wrong. These voices weren't human, or at least, they weren't alive.
The buzzing static continued to rush past my ears, making me jerk my head back and forth as I attempted to make sense of the jarring noise. The sound was physical, hitting me, hurting me, screams, pleas, in languages I couldn't understand, but something about the sound told me that whatever the fuck this was, it was violent and brutal. I pushed on ignoring the distressing and increasingly oppressive thoughts that filled my brain. I had no room left to think. I could only feel the pull of their words, their stories, their lives.
With the border two feet away, I could not continue. I fought, wanting my body to obey, but in truth my mind was too paralyzed, too overwrought with desperation and death to form a command. The ancient tribe took up residence in my skull and poured forth every thought and image of a destroyed people, hollow, breathless, cold. A gleam, a sparkle, a final thought of death, and prayers for those still remaining. Blood, a trickle, a drop…there should be so much more blood, but it was gone. Teeth, razor sharp, fangs. Large, too large for a human. Too large for a vampire.
I shook my head and pressed the heels of my hands to my temples, determined to compress and expel the intrusive thoughts. If I could breathe I would be gasping. I was disoriented and weak—a very dangerous predicament for a hunter to be in. I stumbled back to my vehicle and fumbled for the handle. I had to get out of this place. Clearly Jacob was on protected land and no harm would come to him here. I would have to plan better. As I drove back toward my sinfully sweet little girl, the fog lifted from my dulled mind and I began trembling. What had I almost done? My precious feather peacock, my sunlight hidden behind my stony, gray love, how could I hurt her so? She only wanted a friend. I could be that. I could do that for her. She would just have to see how much I loved her and that I would do anything for her. I would regain my control and fix this.