Made For Them

Chap 11: The destruction Of Seth Clearwater

So here is chapter eleven, bloody hell we're getting along here. Can I just say that if anything sounds pretty weird blame my britishness ;)

The meeting ended soon after the dramatics, neither side was particularly happy that the other remained standing, they were hoping that one of them would make a wrong move, give them the excuse they needed to attack. But alas they were forced to walk away with their enemies lives in tact.

Seth was reeling, he couldn't comprehend how the pretty, caring female he had come to know, could be the creature he was supposed to despise. He couldn't despise her, in fact he refused, he loved her like family, he would even go as far to say she treated him better than family. She hadn't ignored him, she'd listened and helped with what she could. She had cleaned and treated an endless amount of bruises in a short amount of time. He felt loved, he felt the love he should have received from Sue Clearwater. It changed his whole perceptions on vampires, they were just people with a monster inside they tried to hide and defeat, much like the wolves inside. However the vampire were not going out hunting another species for no apparent reason, they lived survived how they could and that was that. The species did not automatically make them evil, in fact he had seen move evil from humans than the eight vampires he now knew. Even so he was not disillusioned, he knew that there were bad vampires, just like there were bad wolves and bad humans. The Cullens loved and though they did not lose each other they couldn't get close to other's for human life was short, Seth could not imagine getting close to someone knowing it was inevitable to lose them. Seth could imagine that it could be terribly lonely being a vampire especially the nomadic ones.

He traipsed behind his comrades lost in his thoughts about everything and anything but particularly the goings on of the past few hours. It was like a movie going round and round in his head. He could hear the anger of the other wolves. They were livid at being tricked, livid knowing they had befriended their mortal enemy. But they weren't livid at themselves, they were the best of the best and beneath blame. No they blamed the Cullens and Bella. Then there were the darker thoughts, the ones that were annoyed they didn't get to fuck the small brunette. They had many fantasies of burying themselves deep within her tiny body, total domination, it was an overwhelming annoyance in them without an imprint, Jacob and Paul in particular. Oh but them fantasies remained but this time instead of human on human they wanted to fuck the vampire as a wolf. They wanted to bury their wolfish dicks inside her hopefully tight and incredibly strong pussy. Not only would they get their satisfaction but they would destroy the Cullen coven in their grief. All in all it was a win-win situation

The sexual thoughts sickened Seth. He cared deeply for Bella whatever she may be and he had never see the Cullen's make a step wrong. It all seemed so wrong to him, to destroy something just because of it's species. Should they themselves be destroyed because they could pose a danger? Should they be destroyed because of the few out of control like Sam when he first shifted? The answer was no because species had never made a person and never would, no what made a person was their choices and as long as they made good one's why should they be persecuted.

Seth would have rather left the Cullens be, let them live in the peace they so desired but he was forced to follow his pack mates, if he disagreed his actions could be forced. Sam was Alpha and with that came the Alpha command, the power to force his will on the lower, weaker members of the pack. Seth didn't want a war, especially one he wasn't sure he'd survive, he didn't want to pointlessly kill it went against everything within him. If the other's thoughts were anything to go by though, it would be inevitable. So unlike the other wolves he was upset, sad rather than annoyed and cunning.

He would leave them to plan and when it came he would do what he did not want to do but had no choice in doing, but in no way, shape or form would he actively, consciously participate.

The Cullen's were a mixture of emotions, some were annoyed, out for blood, they wanted to see the end of the mangy mutts. Bella, Emmett, Rose all had a desire for the blood of those that threatened them. Better safe than sorry and all that jazz. However the calmer of the Cullen's, Esme and Carlisle in particular, were simply relieved that they did not have to fight against the wolves, who, apart from being hostile, had done nothing to them. Then again they had not heard their thoughts, their plans to mutilate their mate and destroy their family merely because they existed.

Edward heard Carlisle's passing thought and grunted. He was very much Carlisle in his pacifist views however he did not hold the same optimism. No they hadn't done anything but that doesn't mean they weren't planning anything.

"Carlisle, it is unlikely that this is going to stay fight free. They were planning on killing Isabella so they could attack you in your grief. They were planning on taking Isabella." His mouth twisted around the word taking, making it plainly obvious they did not mean take in kidnapping terms. No rather they wanted to take her innocence. And even though the girl meant nothing to Edward personally the idea still sickened him. His high morals and Victorian attitudes made the very idea abhorrant, a woman was supposed to be treated with the upmost respect, anything less and you did not deserve the woman.

"If they want war then war is what we shall bring. We have the whole of the Volturi on our side, we have me and the Major and with some practise you could be fighters yourself." There was a fire in Bella's eyes as she talked about a war that seemed to be inevitable. She thrived on fighting, on the killing the enemy that wanted to kill her first. She hadn't lost a battle and she didn't plan on starting now when what was being protected was that much more precious. There was an aura about her that made her words utterly undisputable, they believed it whole heartedly. Some were still against fighting but they would do it if for their Isabella. They would burn the world to the ground if that was what was needed to keep her safe, their mating instinct overpowered their morals if only slightly.

"If the wolves really are intent on our demise we need to stick together, if two or three of them get us alone we could lose one of us and that is something none of us want." There was a nod of agreement and a growl of pain from Isabella just at the mere thought of losing one of her mates. Because even though the thought of losing one another was painful to each of them, it was nothing compared to the pain that Bella felt. To her it would be akin to losing a part of herself. And so they got to planning so the thoughts were not realised. They would do everything they could to remain as a unit.

The other wolves couldn't believe what they were hearing from the small sandy haired wolf trailing miserably behind them. How dare he show the slightest bit of mercy to the vile creatures? They did not deserve mercy! They would not receive mercy and it was about time Seth learnt that weakness was was entirely too trusting, if a vampire was at his neck he would probably still believe they were good and worthy of mercy. A snort of disapproaval pulled from their dog-wet snouts immediately calling Seth's attention. The noise had caught his unaware because he had shut his mind off to the hateful chatter of his fellow wolves, he couldn't stand it. He looked towards them curious what had ellicited the noice of displeasure. Probably, he thought sarcastically, the big bad vampires hadn't not killed a human properly. Oh dear they wouldn't have an excuse to kll them, how sad.

He tuned back into the thoughts he had access to and shook his wolfy head. Yes he showed a bit of kindness that the rest of them seemed to be lacking but it did not make him oblivious or stupid. Empathy was not a bad thing, empathy was an extremely good thing that saved him from the bitter prejudices of his pack-mates.

"Just because I think we should allow some leniency towards creatures who had done nothing it doesn't mean I'm going to befriend the mouth that bites." Seth was entirely offended by the assumption. The wolves just thought he was a joke. The vampires were their worst enemy and he was coming out with this bullshit about showing leniency to the creatures. It was time, the pack decided, to teach Seth exactly how powerful the wolves were. A growl of defiance rang through the tree covered forest. And then Seth wasn't fighting his case, he was whimpering, a sorry sound that just urged his pack-mates on. To them it was proof as to his weakness. Large paws backed away trying to escape. What was supposed to be his enemy had never scared him as much as the supposed friend. Fallen twigs snapped under the onslaught, joining the growls in a cacophany.

Soon there was no air behind the boy wolf and very little between his pack-mates turned enemy. Wide eyed, a louder more terrified whimper left his wolfish lips. They surrounded him and there was no doubt as to the fact that he was their prey. Sam led them, proud and excited. Even through the thick masses of fur, muscles rippled. They were power and he was weakness, he was at their mercy. A smirk graced the harsher wolves and an apologetic smile graced the kinder beast yet they were all in agreement, all ten of them against one young, lone wolf. He was passed shame so he sat and whimpered on his haunches, waiting, just waiting as tears matted his fur together.

"We wish this will be the last time young one, you must learn at some point." Abruptly tears stopped yet the fear increased. He looked at his, essentially, owner, eyes wide and dark like the forest surrounding them. Why exactly would this be the last time? He doubted he would ever be good enough so that meant two things. They were giving one last punishment and then they would just accept the truth or... it didn't bear thinking about... they would be planning to kill him.

Dark laughs fell from the older, meaner wolves as they caught the thoughts.

"Have you ever known us to be ones for mercy?" Jacob deep baritone was mocking and oh so close, too close. He didn't want to die, Seth realised in a blaze, he didn't want to die. By now the sun had risen, blazing heat softened fur. Yes it seemed in the dark, wet town that was Forks, that Seth was seeing the light. He almost laughed at the irony because he realised that he was deftly outnumbered. Ten verses one were staggering odds clearly not in his favour.

But he'd survived this far, survived without true love and with abuse, he suddenly realised that he couldn't go down without a fight. He could just imagine how disappointed Bella, more of a mother to him than his biological mother, would be if he just submitted to the seemingly inevitable. So with her on his mind, a sure way to antagonise them further, he fought back.

A surprisingly harsh roar ripped out of curled lips. More out of sheer shock than actual fear his enemies, because that's what they were now, stepped back. The ranks opened and he took his opportunity in the face of their weakness. Adrenaline saw him leaping over their confused bodies and then paws were pounding methodically against forest ground. Occasionally a whimper would leave the sandy beast as the rough ground impaled itself in soft, wide paws. But he refused to stop, he couldn't because that would mean certain death.

It didn't take long for the newly enraged pursuers to regain their bearings. With a belated answering roar they gave chase. With the unity of the fear-creating sound the forest rumbled. They spread like wildfire intent on trapping the insubordinate. They almost laughed as they realised they were gaining second by second, this would soon be over for they were strong he was weak. If they were being perfectly honest it wasn't decided whether to punish him beyond repair or not but they wanted to instill a healthy dose of respect. Yet this clear show of disobedience had sealed the deal for the young wolf. This would be his last day walking this Earth.

Seth panted as the exertion started to catch up with him. He willed himself to keep pace but he could feel as the wind hit him entirely too less harshly. He could feel that his footsteps were slowing. However worst of it all he couldn't hear the pursuers slowing. They maintained a brutal pace, they were a pack and he was just an outsider. They weren't slowing but he would and it was exactly the advantage they needed. He needed something so that it wasn't predetermined he died. He veered off course, past the treaty line, at this point it couldn't be any less safe.

Maybe foolishly he hoped that he was right about the Cullen and that they would find him in time and that they would save him. He knew they wouldn't get caught up in the attack and that was all that mattered, it wasn't their fight, for they would be at school or work at this time. And once the large, beautiful house was in sight he slowed down to a defeated walk. Seconds later they were on him.

An anguished growl ripped from his throat as claws shredded his fur, blood filtered on the asphalt. Second after second passed and he could feel his strength, his life leaving with ever flow of blood. Once they had savaged him, mutilated him so he was undistinguishable they let out a malicious sound, somewhere between a bark and a laugh. They were so proud at the lesson they had taught. Not only had they had fun delivering the long overdue punishment it served as a warning to each other to stay in line and ultimately to the bloodsuckers that they despised. They could feel second by second as his connection weakened, soon he would no longer be a part of them. It was better to have ten strong than eleven with pne weak link. It would be too easy for that one weak link to be their undoing.

They left after kicking a boy while he was down, leaving back to their side of the treaty line. They shifted back once closer to home, Leah going off to a seperate space to put clothes back on. And then they regrouped, all of them excuding a certain pride, though where was the pride in beating the weak? What was fair in fighting the unfair fight? They all felt infintely better knowing that Seth was dead and that the Cullens would follow soon after.

"So what do I tell mum and dad?" A smirk was on Leah's face as she asked the question. She knew exactly where her mother stood and her father was none the wiser. They all returned the smirk. They may not have destroyed the Cullens completely but overall it had being a good day, solidified by the final breaking of the wolf bond between the pack and Seth.

So did you enjoy it? Feeling sorry for little Seth? Will he be saved or not? Stay tuned for the next installment (and review cos they make me happy)

Shezza