Disclaimer: Now that we've established that I am, in fact, NOT Stephanie Meyer.
A/N: As this story draws to a close, please R&R. I'd love some feedback on my sixteen year old self's writing; as cringe-worthy as my now, twenty-two year old self finds it.
15. New
Slipping into and out of unconsciousness was starting to get tedious and pretty annoying.
I was definitely awake now, but I didn't dare open my eyes. I could sense the three creatures, two vampires and on hybrid. They were probably watching… just waiting for my reaction. But I wouldn't let them know I was awake – not until I worked out what I was going to do next. Or at least until one of them said something.
I'd bet they were horrified when I started writhing in pain and then collapsed.
But the truth was that after the sudden burning and pain, I felt fine. In fact, better than fine. I was alert and all my senses were sharper. It seemed like the HIV blood did have some sort of a positive effect on me even though it was mixed with some other liquid he wanted to feed me.
But I wasn't going to let these people know of my condition. Not yet at least.
"You sure she isn't dead?" asked the Indian vampire.
"You can hear her heart beating," hissed Mangaliso. "What do you think?"
"Well, she hasn't woken up and she hasn't stirred," he replied, "And it has been a few hours. What do you expect me to think? You saw what that bloody dop of yours did to her. It's only human to think that she may be dead."
"Well you're not human now, are you?"
"Shush," Nahuel interrupted, "Listen. Her heart beat is getting faster. She may already be awake."
Dang my traitorous heart rate.
"Should we wake her up?" suggested Mangi.
I could feel him bending over me and his breath over my face. I caught the scent of HIV blood which still lingered, but it wasn't enough to send me into bloodlust.
"No, just wait," Nahuel replied and I felt Mangi's face pull away. Nahuel's fingers brushed lightly on my shoulders again and I was really starting to get annoyed with his constant contact.
"You think she'll be addicted to it when she wakes up?" asked Nahuel.
"If she wakes up," corrected the other vampire.
That was a good question; would I now be addicted to the blood?
I shivered at the thought that it would be true. This would have huge implications on my life. Forever.
"It's speeding up again," Nahuel said, coming close to me. He placed his fingers on my throat, against my pulse, listening to the beat. I fought the urge not to swallow as the fingers trailed slowly down to my chest; over my heart.
That really set me off; in fact I'd never felt an anger so powerful, so destructive. The emotion surged through me and I reacted instantly.
I bit Nahuel's hand.
He staggered back, clutching his hand with a shocked expression. Blood began to fill the two punctured holes I'd made in his hand and it began to drip out over his fingers and fell to the floor. It was flowing fast.
I expected the bloodlust to hit me; hard and as fast as the blood was flowing out his hand… But nothing.
"A cloth… something!" exclaimed Mangi. "Pressure; we need pressure to stop that."
I sat up and watched as they scuttled around the room, looking for something to stop the blood. Carlisle had taught me some First Aid tricks at home incase I'd ever need them and right now, the pillow case would've made a good bandage. But I was so angered by Nahuel's actions that I wanted to see hum suffer, that I just sat and smirked at the scene unraveling before me – three panicked vampires was quite a sight.
And that's when I noticed it.
The door; unlocked and opened. Calling to me, providing me with an escape route. Maybe I'd get to see Jake after all…
The three were still frantically looking around for a piece of cloth and, for just a second, forgot about me.
And that was all I need. One second.
Faster than a bullet, jumped up and shot out the door. I surprised myself with the speed at which I ran; my guess was that the blood was having the effect on me. I got to the front door and turned the knob to open it.
It was locked.
A bloody hand came to rest on my hand on the doorknob, teasing it off easily as the three men dragged me back to the room. Even though I had all this newfound strength, I couldn't fight off three vampires running on HIV infected blood. I tried to scream, but I wasn't sure if anyone could hear it.
They threw me back on the bed and Mangi chuckled evilly. Nahuel's eyes were still full of shock and he had his hand wrapped in the curtain (from the window) which they pulled off. The Indian Vampire looked at me with a curious look in his eyes.
"So," Mangi snickered, "The blood did have an effect on you. And quite a positive one at that. You're almost as fast as us –"
"Faster," I retorted cheekily.
He glared at me, "But you didn't react to the blood the way most of our coven did. No bloodlust?"
"Nothing."
"Oyo, ballie. Check out this owe's hand!"
We all looked at where the Indian vampire was pointing; Nahuel's hand.
He had removed the cloth to reveal a clean, unpunctured hand. Twisting it into a fist, he 'cracked' his knuckles and straightened out his hand. He wiped away the remainder of the blood between his fingers and smiled.
"It's the HIV," he said and looked at me, "It heals fast. Even bites caused by HIV-powered half-breeds."
"See what wonders this blood is doing for me?" gleamed Mangi, his white, sharp teeth shining. "Now, let's see if it's had any effect on your power. Nahuel here says that you can open your mind up to people. Is he right?"
I looked at Nahuel with a loathing expression.
"You just had to tell him, didn't you?" I asked, my voice dripping with cynicism.
"Looks like that's a yes."
Mangi released my hand from Indian vampire's grip and placed it against his cheek.
"Open your mind to me," he said in a soft, persuasive voice.
I was in a rather mischievous mood (a minor side effect of the drink) so I obliged and he closed his eyes as the first thought hit him.
It was Mangaliso, Nahuel and the unnamed Indian vampire in the sugarcane; an image from a dream I'd had a while ago. Then I suddenly appeared in the field; between Mangi and Nahuel with my hands linked with Nahuel's. We were all together, as a coven.
"Is that what you want?" he asked. "To be in the coven? To be with Nahuel?"
He reacted just as I wanted him to. Nahuel stopped examining his once punctured hand and took mine to rest against his face.
The scene shifted. It was just Nahuel and I. Alone. In Forks forest.
Mangi's expression was a bit confused as he'd never seen this place before, but Nahuel knew exactly where we were.
We looked into each other's eyes, a passion burning within. His hands on my waist slid slowly up to my neck and into my hair and twisted at the roots before he leaned in to kiss me.
Nahuel's eyes closed in pleasure, anticipating what was to come next. Mangi looked amused and the Indian vampire was just confused.
Just before his lips could press against mine, Nahuel morphed into Jacob.
Now to have some fun.
Warm, sweet, cocky, passionate Jake. My red-brown werewolf. My Jacob.
His fiery lips captured mine in a passionate kiss, heat spreading to all parts of my body. My hands began to roam his beautiful body, appreciating each and every muscle with a sensitive touch.
Nahuel flinched but still didn't remove his hand or open his eyes. Mangi also stayed glued to where he was, but his expression was scrunched up as he witnessed this display of affection.
Our surroundings changed, but Jake and I remained lip locked. We were now in the hotel room; it was that day in front of the television in the lounge. Jacob's lips now began to trail butterfly kisses down my jaw line, to my neck and nipped at the sensitive flesh, determined to leave his mark. I shivered with pleasure and my fingers snaked into his hair.
The look on Nahuel's face was now so painful, I almost felt pity. But revenge was the only thing on my mind, burning and fueling my need to torture him further. In the madness, I heard a soft voice at the back of my head; screaming at me to stop this anger and pain.
I guess it was time to have fun with Mangi. And I knew exactly what to use.
The wolves and Cullens surrounded Mangaliso, Nahuel and his coven of three more vampires.
"Get them," hissed Mum.
And the battle began.
Chunks of white flew everywhere, like when the vampire at the beach was being destroyed. Howls of pain echoed from the enemy's lips throughout the forest.
And I didn't just sit and watch. I was in it, biting and tearing the bodies apart. The red-brown wolf jumped at Nahuel's face and instead of decapitating him, he started to tear pieces of his face, blood squirting everywhere.
Then I saw Mangaliso as he tried to mangle Seth's arm. He wouldn't attack Seth, I would see to it.
I leaped and landed on his face and imitated Jacob's actions on Nahuel; ripping out chunks of Mangi's granite skin. Dent by dent formed in his beautiful face, and his mouth was opened as he screamed. I tortured him further by ripping out his voice box; now turning his expression into a silent scream –
The Indian vampire ripped my hands away from their faces as the other two cowered. I didn't understand how they couldn't just pull away themselves; it was as though I had them trapped in torture. Like Jane from the Volturi.
Nahuel still looked pained with his eyes closed, but Mangi was furious.
"So, you think your family and your mutt will come and save you?" he said dangerously, "You think you could easily kill me? Well, we'll see about that. Hold her down."
The other two held me down and I didn't bother to fight them off. This is what I wanted; the second choice. To die rather than kill of innocent humans. Even my anger and need for revenge couldn't overpower this feeling. The end was coming. Soon.
"It looks like the HIV did improve your power," Nahuel noted, his voice still pained, "You could never keep someone in a mind lock like that. And you were never so evil; from what I've seen and heard."
"Ah, such a pity we have to lose such potential, such an asset," sighed Mangi dramatically, "But you've left me no choice. Said goodbye, Renesmee."
Goodbye.
Goodbye to the world, my family and Jacob. The last thing I wanted to remember before my end was him.
My protector. My red-brown wolf.
I closed me eyes and could see it all; our little games in the forest, chasing each other, our few passionate kisses. I heard a howl in the distance as the memory of our last hunting trip in Forks came back to me.
And I heard it again.
My eyes snapped open and I smiled.
Jacob, my red-brown werewolf, was there in the room. Along with the rest of the Cullens; anger written all over their faces.
"Get them," hissed Mum.
And they pounced on top of us.
Jacob went straight for Nahuel, not sparing a second as he wrenched off his hand. The blood oozed out as a pained yell escaped his lips. The scent of the blood seemed to distract Mangi and the Indian vampire as bloodlust overwhelmed their senses. And that was all Jasper and Emmet needed to get a hold of them and start ripping them to shreds.
"I haven't had this much fun since Bella was a human!" Emmet's voice rang above the noise of ripping granite and skin.
I didn't want to miss out and seeing that I shad this newfound energy in me, I leapt in the middle and got a hold of some body part of the monsters and ripped it off. It felt good as it satisfied the revenge building up in me again.
Things became complicated when two more vampires entered the room. Naturally they were shocked by what was happening and didn't know what had hit them when Rosalie, Mum and Alice jumped on them.
Though these vampires were high on HIV blood, they were outnumbered by my family and it was once again shown that sometimes experience does beat strength.
Soon all that was left were bits and pieces of white marble, blood and four vampire heads on the floor. Nahuel's head had been ripped to shreds by Jacob and the pieces were scattered everywhere.
I walked over to Mangi's head and stared at it. It no longer wore that evil grin he had had on before he tried to kill me, but the pained look that I'd caused him with my images. I thought of all those humans he had tortured and killed and almost smiled I satisfaction that justice had been served.
But I just stared at the head; the way Mangi had been destroyed was so vivid in my mind. It was one thing to imagine it, but another to have actually witnessed it and have the memory haunt you for the rest of your life. I glanced over at the Indian vampire. He was so beautiful so evil because of HIV. I couldn't bear to look at the other two vampires whom I didn't know, two who were also introduced to this way of life by Mangi and had to now pay for it.
The truth was HIV wasn't just a danger to humans, but to vampires as well. Greed, power and glory; evil and bloodlust and destruction of innocent humans fighting for their life – it brought out the worst in us. We as Cullens try to protect humans by not feeding off their blood and use animals to satisfy our thirst. And here these creatures contradict our way of life.
The HIV had brought out the worst in me too. I had never felt so angry or revengeful in my life. I'd never ever wanted to cause someone so much pain and yet just a small dose of the stuff made me lose control.
The emotions in me were too strong; my sensitive human side was starting to react. Jacob came over to me after he had calmed down, still in his wolf form, and surrounded me with his warm fur in an attempt to comfort me.
But as Dad, Emmet and Jasper started gathering all the pieces to be burned, my eyes stung and before I could stop it, the tears welled up and spilt over into his fur.
I sobbed uncontrollably, about Nahuel and Mangi, about how I never thought I'd see him or my family again.
The skin suddenly changed to fur as Jacob put his arms around me and lay my head against his shoulders, rubbing my back soothingly.
"Shh, its okay," he hushed, "It's all over. I'm here now."
