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Samantha Whitlock- Fighting as one
Carla was here, though she was enraged, beyond enraged, she looked as if she could burn down this forest with the anger radiating off her. I looked at the smaller grey wolf, I had seriously injured it, I felt a spike of pity within myself, though not enough to halt attacking them. Since these things, like vampires were unnatural, and if they can willingly attack random vampires, what's to stop them attacking a human? Nothing. Nothing except myself and Carla, and stopping them is something I will achieve. No matter how much pain I have been through, I will stop these unnatural beings like myself. With looking at Carla's furious face, I snapped out of my sudden surge of pity, and prepared myself.
Carla stiffened, her whole stance became still, she closed her eyes and then I realized, she was going to use it. It took a mere two seconds, then I heard the yelps and howls of fear, she was putting them through pain, or some horrific scene from what I could tell. Carla looked at me, and with sudden determination I wanted to both kill them and stop her. An evil grin spreading across her face, she intended to take her anger out on these creatures, not matter how unnatural, if they died by her power, it would be unimaginable, we would fight them fairly, and I would make a point of that.
"Carla," I said to her with a reproving voice, "No matter how much brute strength they have, our abilities would be totally uncalled for, don't you think? And don't bother answering that, since it was a rhetorical question, I will stop you if you use that against them again." My face was blank from emotion, I needed her to think rationally, her ability was amazing, and most of the time if was only used for pranks and light hearted jokes, though this had been one joke gone too far against animals such as these.
Against a vampire, I wouldn't care less if she used it, I would probably encourage it, though these animals could bleed, feel pain, and no matter their regenerative powers, if Carla inflicted enough pain with that ability, they would die a prideless, honorees death.
She snarled at me, or maybe them, it was hard to tell, she merely nodded at my statement, and relaxed her stance, with that I took action.
"Good," I told her, "Now, which one of you wants to die first," And with that I charged at them, without any hesitation.
Carla came at them with me, only a little behind, I jumped into the air and watched as they all prepared there stances for my coming attack.
From the corner of my eye I saw Carla charging still, and then charge pass my still rising position in the air.
She screamed at them, like bells, rising in octaves by the second, the russet coloured one was her target. Just as she raced in front of it, she stopped and it look confused, when she swung her arm back and punched it in the torso. I watched as it went flying backwards, hitting a tree around 100 metres away, and then crumple to the ground. I cursed under my breath as I landed on a high tree branch, I wanted that one, she hit the most powerful one before I did, of all the nerve!
"Ha, that's for bossing me around," She yelled over her shoulder at me, I growled loudly at her, and she laughed, her laughter booming through the forest.
I gazed at the sand wolf and decided to show off, since she got the biggest one before me I should make a show from what's left. I smiled as I made my body like a spear as I pushed myself from the branch, and twirled my body through the air, my dress whipping around my legs, though instead of aiming at the wolf and aimed for a tree. I stopped my midair spinning, my dress became still and brought my fist back and punched the huge tree in half, the sound , made from it was ear splitting. Carla's laugh boomed again, though I wasn't anywhere near finished. The top half of the tree fell towards the sandy wolf, as I had planned. I landed on it gracefully, like a ballet dancer and slid down the trunk, since it was slanted to the position of the wolf. I somersaulted in the air and landed right next to it, it prepared itself for an impact, as I swung my arm in for its torso.
"Sike!" I yelled at it, stopping my fist when it was an inch from it, the wolf relaxed in confusion for a moment, while I grinned. Then I brought my knee up and back and kicked the unsuspecting wolf in the torso. The wolf went flying through the air, as it yelped in pain, the other wolf behind me yelped as well, though a yelp of concern not pain, though still very close to pain. I whipped my head to look at it, though it was gazing towards it's injured comrade.
"Nice, Sam. You think I'm mean, for heavens sake!" Carla yelled at me in amusement, and I chuckled with her.
Our laughing stopped short, when we heard ferocious growls coming from where the russet wolf got hurt. We both readied our stances and watched as the russet wolf along with a black wolf, dark brown wolf and a chocolate coloured wolf charged at us.
"Where on earth did they come from? Don't tell me there's more!" Carla screamed at me.
I was bewildered, I didn't think more would come, I hadn't made extensive calculations on this situation, and not in my wildest thoughts would I have thought that more would come. On top of that the grey wolf seemed to have recovered, and I heard the sand coloured wolf move in the distance. So that's how it was huh? Six against two, our chances of winning had diminished greatly.
"Can I use it now Sam?" Carla asked me, she wasn't worried about the odds, she just wanted to fight. And even though before was fun, what was happening now was the furthest thing from my idea of fun.
Just from the look on my face she knew she wasn't aloud to use it, no matter the numbers, I didn't want her to use it. I signaled Carla over with a twitch of my head, she flashed to my side in an instant. This was serious now, we could die and with that I had to have Carla with me to make a plan and thankfully it seemed that she agreed with me. She moved so her ear was right next to my lips, and I whispered the plan to her in rushed quiet words, though I had only just thought of it, it should work, or at least help us run in the worst case scenario.
"Got It?" I asked her when I pulled away to observe her face.
"Got it," She nodded her head swiftly, she was all business, when it came to each others safety, she was completely serious.
"Let's start then" I told her.
With that she came right in front of me and I knelt down and made a cupping formation with my hands, still facing them she stepped into my hands. I threw her high into the air, then jumping along with her, we landed on two tree branches opposite each other, some could say that I preferred fighting in trees than on the ground. She nodded at me and I nodded back, and instead of going at them we flew at each other, I grabbed her hand and she grabbed my hand and we landed on another branch, and with barley touching the branch we launched again at them. I had the first move, like lightning, I whipped my hand and broke the chocolate coloured wolf's front leg. It yelped and fell ungracefully to the ground, I concentrated while thought out my next move.
On the other side of me Carla whipped her leg out and swept the dark brown wolf of its feet, she went for the punch when the black wolf launched at her, still holding her hand, I pulled her behind me and kicked it hard in the stomach, it went backwards, though not far. Carla cursed behind me, she didn't like that much, though we needed to get back to the plan. I swung Carla in front of me and she swung me in front of her again, though she had lifted me off the ground and when I came in front of her and kicked my first target in the chest, since it was recovering again. It yelped loudly and the russet wolf let a terrifying growl rip from it's throat. It charged at us, Carla wanted this one, obviously, and we were still holding hands we hadn't let go, and she swung me behind her.
She snarled back at it, her's sounded just as scary, like knives she swung her arms, hands, legs and feet at the wolf. It dodged it at first, it seemed to be quite skilled, though then she got the upper hand. It slipped the slightest of an inch in one of it's dodges and Carla went for it, with her knife hands she came down on its feet, and broke each one its toes. After it just started to yelp she kicked it so hard you could hear the tree that it smashed into crack. My turn next, though it was like a constant battle, they kept healing, it was seeming impossible to win.
I jumped into the air. Still grasping Carla's hand as I brought her up with me, without effort I heaved her above my head. With a mere signal of my eyes, I prepared Carla for what I was going to do. I swung Carla in front of me, then behind me again, then continued this as I landed on the ground. I charged at the closest wolf, which was the small grey one, and slowly but swiftly swung Carla in front of me, and in mid air she kicked the animal, followed by another kick by me, and with that it went flying backwards. We did this to each wolf, though the particular technique grew more difficult to execute by the last wolf, since it had seen it happen to it's comrade so many times before.
It would let us hit it, I stopped spinning Carla around me and we stopped in front of the black wolf. It snarled at us as it gazed at its pack or whatever it was called, all their quickly recovering though seriously injured, crippled bodies. I charged at us head on, it was underestimating us, didn't it see how well we could fight? Though it wasn't charging at us head on, no, it had a trick up it's sleeve. It swerved right before us so that its hinds legs were in front of us, and with its legs it kicked us in the chest's.
I felt my marble fingers loose grip of Carla's and I felt the air whip through my hair and dress as I went flying backwards. I went flying a little further until my flight ended as I hit a boulder, with a deafening crack it spilt in two, I was fine but it wasn't. Carla had flown further back than me, since nothing was in her path, I plan had failed, we were separated and them knowing how deadly we were together they would stop us from joining forces again.
Carla snarled loudly and leapt up into a hunting stance, though she wasn't looking at them, she was looking at me, why was she looking at me? The I realized, they were all surrounding me, all creeping in, and by the time Carla could prevent one from getting at me., the other would have ripped me to shreds.
They all leapt in synchronism at me, I felt as if I had no choice but to try and lock it, since I couldn't go up, there were no trees directly above me and left and right were covered in wolves. I felt useless, hopeless, just as I had before when Jasper didn't want me. With that thought I felt no reason to block them, if my only brother didn't love me then I don't find a reason how anyone else could love me, I could stay for Carla, though what would I be to her? I would be a drag, someone who she would have to wait for, somehow who had already dragged her around to the ends of the Earth. She might feel pain now, though she would thank me later, because I would prevent her from living and loving as well.
I turned to her and smiled an impish, apologetic smile then turned to see the wolves only a mere couple of metres from my face. I closed my eyes and waited for impact, waited for death, waited fort he place where I belonged, the place where no one was wanted, the place for people like me.
Though the impact didn't hit, I only felt an unnatural wind gently breeze past me, and with curiosity I opened my eyes.
Jasper stood in front of me, arms wide as he knelt in a hunting stance toward the animals, they all had stopped so fast, there were skid marks. One of the wolves, the russet one, snarled and growled in protest, though that's all I noticed.
Jasper, my own brother was protecting me, after he had just said he had forgotten me and didn't want me. He was protecting me. I felt awkward as I gazed up at his tall figure, he had always been so much taller than me though I forgot by how much.
I could see every detail in the colour of his hair, it was the exact same colour as mine, that same shining honey colour, the colour that glowed in the light. He had shining scars all over his arms and neck, and maybe in other places as well, though those were the only places showing. I gasped as I realized what they were, the only thing they could be, they were vampire bites, everyone of them, how many times had vampires attacked him? Hundreds of times? Thousands?
I saw Carla twitch from the corner of my eyes, she seemed to be in a state of confusment, as was I, though I would not be so quiet about it this time and with that thought, I decided I wanted an answer to all my confusment.
"Why?" I asked, my voice sounded so young, so innocent, I wanted to sound strong and independent though all I could conjure up was enough power to realize that I was his little sister again and he had just saved me and the how to voice that realization.
He turned his head towards me, his face was one of great sorrow and pity, one of guilt. Above anything else, he looked as if he was sorry.
Carla Mansfield- What you feel, I feel
I flew backwards through the air, it was rushing past me like a river, filling every particle of my being, it filled my ears, my heart, my mind. I was the wind and it was like the rest of the world faded into nothingness, that's when I hit the ground. Hard. I skidded and rolled, tumbling head over feet for what must have been at least 20 meters. My whole world was upside down, I didn't know which way was up, where I was or what I was doing. All I could see was endless blue sky as I lay flat on my back.
Trying to muster the enthusiasm and determination to make it back onto my feet. Eventually I got up, it would have seemed like I hardly touched the ground to human eyes. Why must my every second feel like an eternity when I have to live an eternity made up of seconds? Nothing hurt, I could feel nothing, it was like I was still flying through the wind. I stared at the rest of the world as if threw a pain of glass, all blurred and distant. I could hardly hear the grows of the wolves, they sounded so far away, they were moving so slow, just a mass of billowing grays and browns. I didn't even try to move, I was rooted to the ground where I stood, there was no point in moving. I could already see that it was too late, even though I stared though uncomprehending eyes, my brain slow and muggy, my vision blurry.
I could only make out one thing, I was too late, it was all too late. I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, even though I wanted to run faster than anyone ever had and yell so loud that the world would hear me. Tears would have been streaming down my face if I had been alive. I would have liked that, to be able to cry, to feel my losses. But I could not feel anything, no pain, no sorrow, no anger, no fear, just an abyss of emptiness that seemed ready to swallow my soul and I would greatly give in to its call. She turned to me then and everything, once so slow and muggy, snapped into startling, bright focus. I memorized every inch of her face in that second, the fear, regret, sadness, but most of all the surrender.
I knew that face would haunt me for the rest of my life. How could Sam, so strong, so independent, so alive, surrender to death in her last moments? How could she give in? How could she not fight, fight to her very last breath. Her face suddenly twisted into that impish smile I knew so well and loved so much. I could see that it took a lot of effort just to send that little piece of happiness my way, to leave me a way to remember her that was better than the end we both new was coming. She was right. Such emotion swelled in me in that moment as she looked away to meet her fate head on. She didn't fight, she didn't block, she just stood there, looking so innocent and harmless, more like a child then I could ever remember. She closed her eyes, her face peaceful, waiting for the end.
I felt as if I would explode, this ball of raw feeling was nothing like the anger I had felt what seemed like an eternity ago. No, this was so much different, so much stronger, so much more powerful. This was love. Pure, raw and unprecedented. My heart burst with it spilling forth its contents into every part of my body, running like blood in my veins. What ever happened next I knew Sam would never, ever leave my heart, she would always and forever be with me. With this realization in my heart I watched her fate, I owed her that much, to watch, however hard it was for me, to watch her death.
It was because I was concentrating so hard, watching so closely, all my nerve endings raw and on fire that I felt it long before I saw it. Something in the air around me suddenly shifted, something was coming. I tensed, never taking my eyes away from Sam, I wouldn't, even if I could. Even if whatever was coming was sure to kill me, I could not tear my eyes away for even a second. It was then, tensed so hard, eyes watering from the strain of concentration that I saw him. First out of the corner of my eye, a blur in the corners of my vision. It took less than a second for him to be in full view, placing himself between Sam and the oncoming danger. Shielding his forgotten sister from harm, it was Jasper.
I watched as the wolves, once so surly to be Sam's killers, destined to rip her to shreds, stopped in their tracks. What had seemed to me an unstoppable form, coming as surly and quickly as death itself, had simply stopped? They were frozen, seeming in shock. The way jasper moved, his speed and flight, I would have been surprised as well. But right now I was beyond surprise, I was beyond any feeling known to man or vampire alike. I was tittering on the edge of a black hole, my eyes glued to the scene unfolding before me, my hands balled into fits so tight they could have crushed granite.
The wolves stood frozen still, the vampires statues of stone. For a what seemed like hours no one moved, there wasn't a sound to be heard, even the wind itself was holding its breath. Then the wolves simultaneously, as though they were connected, started to growl. It filled the clearing, howling like the wind that wasn't there. Suddenly a small voice, so quite, childlike and innocent broke through the growls. Although it could not at all compare in volume or intensity I heard the voice loud and clear, over all the growling, as though it was whispered right in my ear.
"Why?" It was Sam's voice. All the wolves fell silent.
This felt like such a private moment. I wanted to block my ears and close my eyes, give them this one moment all to themselves, but at the same time I so desperately wanted to hear. Because I knew whatever came out of her brothers mouth next would either save her, or break her. There was no turning back, no way to alter the outcome. Sam had been shattered so many times in her life but she had never broken. In this one day I had seen her break more times than I could count and she was dying inside, ready to accept death, she was done, after all these hundreds of years, she was done living.
Only one thing could save her, I think I realized that from the very beginning, that day when she had told me her brothers story. I always knew there was only one thing in this world for Sam and that was her brother, that was Jasper. How many years had I watched her waste away, more alive than dead. It was now her time, she could not continue this empty existence. Her brother had been her last hope, her savior and her demon. Her life was in his hands and with all my heart and soul I willed him to realize this. I willed him to make the right choice, to save Sam's life. Because if anyone deserved a shot at eternity, it was her. I didn't breath. His words came slowly, as if he too wasn't sure what he was going to say, as if he truly realized the weight of his words. He took a deep breath.
I watched, tense and fearful. Don't let me down Jasper, I thought, don't throw your sisters life away. He seemed to almost glance in my direction, as if he knew what I was thinking, what I was feeling. But he truly had eyes only for Sam as he slowly turned to face her. The wolves were shrinking back now, almost respectfully it seemed. Jasper crouched down to where Sam sat, sprawled in the dirt. He began to try and pull her up, softly and reluctantly, as if he wasn't sure how to be close to her, how to help. But Sam wasn't budging, she wanted an answer, it was easy to see.
Her face was twisted into a determined glare, or what would have been a glare if it wasn't for the obvious sadness and fear that seemed to be winning over her expression. He met her gaze and they just stared at each other, not breathing, not moving. Golden eye to golden eye. I don't know what he saw in her face, if he gazed into her soul and saw what he was looking for, or maybe he had already made up his mind long ago. Whatever the reason he sighed softly. He took her by the shoulders, holding her firm and tight, as if he never wanted to let go.
"Because you're my sister and because I love you," He said simply.
Though one would have been a fool not to detect the strong undercurrent of emotion, just below the surface. Sam fell into his arms, sobbing musically, no tears leaving her eyes. He embraced her willingly if not a bit awkwardly and they just sat there. Brother and Sister for the first time in over a hundred years. When she stopped shaking, the sobbing subsiding to a silence filled with exuberated happiness he scooped her up like a baby. Perhaps like he used to do when she was younger, carrying her with the utmost care and concern. She was once again his baby sister and although there were still al lot of words to be spoken and explaining to be done, for now, that was enough.
I felt no need to rush as I watched them disappear into the woods. They needed time alone and I was happy to give them that time. I didn't move for a long time, I watched the sun set in the east, turning the sky all orange and purple. It was so beautiful I felt like crying, it was things like sunsets that every time you saw them, no matter where you were, or how many times you had seen them before, you were always flawed by their beauty. I stared up with adoring eyes. I was surprisingly peaceful considering the events of the previous hour, or the precious day for that matter. But I knew it couldn't last long. I was already getting antsy, I was pissed, no matter the happy ending, I was upset and angry about all that had happened today and I had some serious emotions to burn.
As I sat staring at the sky, making shapes from the clouds, the pictures of my imagination becoming more and more violent as time passed I felt someone watching me. There was no intent of murder or harm in the stare, just simply curiosity, so I tried to ignore it. I didn't last long. My nerves were already frayed and I was in no mood to be messed with, I was a short fuse and one that was going to explode soon, and what an explosion in would be. I couldn't take it any longer.
"WHAT!" I blew up. I was on my feet in less than a second, looking around me wildly, my fists scrunched in anger, my face livid.
It took me longer than it should have to locate my observer, my anger might make me more dangerous but it also made me stupid. Directly ahead of me in the shade of a large oak tree on the fringe of the forest sat a pack of wolves. Abnormally large wolves. They all stared at me, their cold black eyes piercing. I stared back with the same intensity, trying to lift their thoughts, if they had any, straight from their eyes. I failed miserably, I could only keep my concentration for less than a second before I got frustrated and gave up with little grace. This was very dangerous. I was teetering perilously close to falling into the fiery pits of my anger. I wanted so badly to pick a fight with these wolves, so badly to feel the adrenalin, the thrill of the fight. Could they read that on my face, how badly I wanted to fight them.
The one closest to me, the large brow one, growled, slow and soft, a warning. This would not be a fight I would win, I could easily see that. Yet fights that I couldn't with were my favourite kind. I would have attacked them, I would have run straight for them without a plan or a care in the world. I would have fought if it wasn't for the one thread that held me back. A thread no matter how small that wouldn't break, no matter how hard I fought against it. It was the realization that Sam needed me. That today had been hard for her, no not just hard, today had almost host her life. She would need me now more than ever and I would be there for her. I would be there if Jasper ever let her down again, though he would not live to tell the tale. I would be there when she was happy, angry, sad. I would watch her hope grow, the life return to her face and her endless eternity of blackness turn to light. No, I wouldn't fight these wolves, because I might not make it out alive and I wouldn't miss seeing that transformation in Sam for the world.
Besides they stank, I realized with shock. I hadn't taken a breath since I entered the clearing and now as I calmly breathed in the smells I realized these dogs really reeked. The smell was so bad it was putrid, I felt like gagging. I turned without a word and ran off into the forest. This time I wasn't running from anything, but I was running to something, I was running to Sam. Running the hardest I could, leaving my anger and the wolves far behind me. As the world turned to black, the sun falling over the horizon, I realized it was the end of one of the hardest days in all my long life and it was the start of a new night. The night of the Vampires.
Besides I had a score to settle with a boy with pink hair. I grinned as I ran off into the night.
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