Bites, Fights, and Lovely Ladies
Ch. 19
"…More bodies found…"
"…All of the victims were found drained of blood…"
"…Another serial killer on the loose?…"
"…Security has been heightened due to recent events…"
"…Moving closer to the Forks/La Push region…"
"…Psychologists have said that the killer may think of himself as a VAMPIRE, due to the ritual-istic ways the bodies have been found without blood…"
"…Is it a Vampire?…"
Jazz, he's heading your way!
You're taking on this one yourself, so be ready!
Got it!
Jazz started running faster, she could smell the sickly-sweet stench of the other Vampire and she rushed to meet him.
This was the first stray Vampire to come along since Jazz had turned and she was determined to prove herself to the pack. Even though they had come to accept her as one of their own, she had always felt a bit lower then them because she had never actually helped, but now was her chance.
He's going straight! Leah thought and Jazz stopped running, crouching in a defensive stance as she waited for her soon-to-be prey to come to her. And come he did.
It was silent except for the wolves thoughts in her head, but in a split second someone came running out of the trees and Jazz leapt straight out and grabbed their arm, forcing them to swing around and meet the punch she threw right into their face.
He flew back and managed to flip in mid-air and land on his feet in a crouch, a growl coming from his lips. By now the wolves had arrived and stood waiting. They were going to see if Jazz could handle this on her own, but if she couldn't then they'd step in.
The Vampire guy came running at Jazz, but she managed to duck under his arms and went for his heading, aiming to rip it off, but as soon as she grabbed it the man turned around and wrapped his larger hands around her throat.
She still held firm, but he somehow managed to bring up his leg and kick her ribs, it didn't hurt, but she was startled and for a split second lost focus and let her grip loosen. A split second was all he needed.
He whipped her around and was behind her before she could realize it. He had one hand under her chin and the other was wrapped around her shoulders, holding her down while he yanked her head back.
She can't do it! I need to help her!
Just wait, Jacob! She can handle this, she's strong!
He's going to RIP HER HEAD OFF!
The wolves bickered among themselves and that managed to motivate Jazz enough to work up the strength to turn her head and bite the man's arm clean off. He jumped back in shock and pain, and Jazz took the opportunity to knock him down.
She held down his left arm and the remainder of his right with her knees while she dug her fingers into the sides of his neck and began pulling upwards. In a few long, agonizing seconds his skin started making a grinding noise and in a spray of glass-like shards she managed to rip his head from his neck.
Immediately she jumped off of him and the pack hurried as they started tearing the body up and some phased back to start the fire. Jacob, however, went straight to Jazz, who was sitting against a tree.
Hey, are you all right?
Yeah, I think so…
Jacob looked at her neck and saw that some parts had been torn out, but were slowly starting to grow back. Jazz smiled and looked at his large puppy-eyes.
Thanks for worrying about me. I'll hunt later, so don't worry.
He nodded in agreement. Soon after they both scrunched up their faces and Jazz even held her nose shut as the smell of the burning Vampire's body reached them. Once he had been burned to ashes the pack moved over to where Jazz and Jacob were and either started pointing out things she needed to improve in her fighting or were asking if she was all right.
They had started heading back towards La Push, seeing as they were closer to Forks by now, when Jass stopped walking dead in her tracks. The pack looked back at her, but she just turned and looked around her.
Jazz, whats up?
There's… something…familiar about this place… Like I've been here before or something…
She started walking in a different direction that they had been going and the guys, and Leah, followed behind her, equally as curious as she was. Finally they reached a place that looked just like the rest of the forrest, but Jazz had stopped walking and was looking at a particular bush.
Is there a treasure hidden in the bush or are we just walking around for no reason?
…This was where I was bitten…
The whole pack winced as she remembered the burning pain the bite had brought with it.
But…Jacob started, I found you miles from here… How could you travel so far in so much pain?
Jazz shrugged, I just could. Moving around managed to distract me from the pain for a little bit, but then it got worse and I just couldn't go on…
While the pack saw her first memory of Jacob, peering down at her from above, Jazz got up and continued walking.
I was heading from this direction, so maybe I might find something this way…
We're almost to Forks, if someone sees us…
I'll go on, you guys can stay back here or head back.
The pack halted as she continued, but she felt the air shimmer and looked back to see Jacob heading towards her.
Aw Leah said now that Jake couldn't hear her, I think he's in love, he can't stay away from her for even a few minutes…
Jazz grinned broadly at that and Jacob said, "Happy to see me?" Deciding not to hurt his ego, Jazz said, "Of course, let's keep going."
The pack started heading back, but watched what they were doing through Jazz's eyes.
Eventually they reached the edge of the town and Jacob said, "Welcome to Forks."
Jazz smiled a bit but then tensed in concentration as she tried to remember if she'd been here or not. She was looking at the buildings then held her gaze on a pharmacy that was at the very edge of the town, not too far away from where they were standing.
She immediately started walking quickly towards it, but instead of heading towards the door, as Jacob thought she would, she heading towards the side, where an old phonebooth stood. At first Jacob thought she was going to make a call of sorts, but she went around the phonebooth and headed back to him holding a black back-pack.
"What's this?" He asked. Jazz held it up, "It's a back pack, I think it's mine. Come on, let's head back to the pack, I don't like being here." Jake agreed, none of the pack liked Forks.
Once they were safely concealed in the woods Jacob phased and they both took off running towards Emily's house. They weren't surprised when they found everyone already settled around the little table munching away at Emily's lunch.
"Hey!" Embry called (hehe Embry Called), "They're back from the field-trip! So, how was it? Did you find anything?" As soon as he finished he took a huge bite out of the sandwich he was eating.
"Well, I found a backpack, I think it might be mine." Quil, with a mouthful of his sandwich, said, "Well? Open it and let's see!"
Jazz leaned against the wall and placed the backpack on her knee. She zipped it open and everyone was watching in anticipation. "What's in it?" Seth asked, straining his neck to try to see inside it.
"Umm, there's a…" She sifter through it, "There's an iPod… about four books…" "FOUR?" Embry asked incredulously, the pack wasn't very fond of books, well, except Sam.
"Yeah, four. Um, there's also a sketch book" She took out a very worn looking spiral that was about an inch thick. She put the back pack on the ground and opened the sketch book.
"So?" Ever eager Seth asked, "What's in it?"
"A girl with long dark hair…A hand… a bag… some lady typing… some girl with curly hair… quotes from songs… more quotes… more quotes… these are pretty sad quotes… a tomato… a chair… an apple… another apple… a mug… a-" She stopped and her eyes went huge, absolutely huge.
Jacob looked at her expression with concern and asked, "Jazz? Is everything okay?" When she didn't move he reached and took the book from her and looked at the page. His eyes had only been there a second before his eyes went wide and he said, "Oh… my… God… This is… Is that a guy?"
Jazz snapped out of her reverie and looked over Jacobs shoulder (he was now sitting), and said, "It has to be a guy, he has no chest." "But… But that pose!" Jacob gasped, "That is not normal! And those shorts!"
Jazz squinted for a moment before she said, "Those shorts are cut-offs, see that little bit of fuzz there?" She pointed and Jacob covered his eyes, "I REALLY don't want to look at his ass!"
Then he looked up at Jazz with a smirk on his face, "If this is your back pack, then wouldn't you have drawn this?" Jazz's eyes widened again and Jacob was pretty sure that if she COULD blush, then she would have.
"Why would I draw THIS?" She gasped. Jacob laughed "Maybe you had a fetish for guys in short-shorts!"
Seth tried to see the page and asked, "Can I see it?" But at the same time both Jacob and Jazz said, "No!" and Jazz took the book away from Jacob, who then said, "Well, is there anything else in there?"
"Um… ugh… two people kissing…" Jacob laughed and said, "Ooo like us?" Jazz smirked and said, "Yeah, like us, if I was a guy…" Jacob went quiet.
"Umm… there's also… some guy crying, it's more anime-ish though… A dead girl…"
Everyone looked at her in shock. "Well it is a dead girl… Well I would assume seeing as she's a girl and her throat is cut… huh, it almost looks like suicide… maybe it is… but she doesn't look that old… maybe 13 at most…"
Before she could continue Paul asked, "Any other pictures?"
"Um… a guy about to hang himself… and an unfinished one, sorta looks like a person, but I'm not sure…" She flipped through the rest of the pages before she put the sketch book back into the back pack.
"The only other thing in here is some paper and a wallet. Wait… never mind, this isn't paper, it's… tickets I think. Looks like plane tickets." Sure enough, when she held them out, there was two tickets for Delta airlines in her hand.
Sam asked, "Where are they for?"
Jazz scanned them over and said, "One's for a trip from Flint, Michigan, to Detroit, Michigan. And the other is for Detroit to Houston, Texas." Paul spoke up then, "Wait, wait, wait… Flint, Detroit, and Houston are no where near Washington, so why would you be here?"
Jazz shook her head and said, "I don't kno-… No, wait… I DO know… The Detroit to Houston flight had just taken off, but there was a storm in their way… They thought they could make a detour and go around it, but they had just gotten over Washington and realized that it was getting too bad so they had to land…"
They all nodded, it sort of made sense. "Okay" Jacob started, "But how did you get to Forks? There's not an airport anywhere near here."
Jazz thought for a little bit, her memories were slowly returning. "After we landed, the people there said that they couldn't take off again for that day. All the flights were canceled… They had a hotel waiting for everyone, since I was a minor they made sure I got one… The buses were full so I called a cab… I must have said the address wrong or something, but I wasn't paying much attention as he drove us out of the city, I was exhausted and listening to my iPod… next thing I knew, I was here."
They all said "Ah", the great mystery of how she got there was finally solved. "So" Leah began, "What's in the wallet?" Jazz returned the tickets to the back pack and took the wallet out.
It was a hard cased one that snapped open. There was a soft padding on the outside that was black and had white lines and symbols on it. Jazz recognized them as music, it had treble clefs and notes writen in various patterns, and she liked it. No wonder it was her wallet.
When she opened it that first thing she saw was an ID. She smiled and handed the wallet to Jacob.
"Ah-ha!" He exclaimed. "So, Jazz, your real name is…"