Here is the 11th chapter!!!
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
It had been weeks since my first patrol, we hadn't found anymore fresh trails on the vampire, so patrols were boring.
I got my temper under control and returned to school. My friends took notice on my appearance change. I just told them I started tanning and hit my growth spurt. I also said I had mono ("isn't that the kissing disease?") to cover my missed schooling.
So here I was on patrol again; bored again. Jacob and Quil were pacing; they were rounding the south side and I was on the North. I kicked a nice size rock a couple feet, wondering. Nothing in particular, I didn't really have much to wonder about, just wondering. Was being a werewolf going to be more exciting?
Quil responded, Well, today it is! Leach scent; get your butt down here Bella!
About time. I stated, running to them, the scent burning my nose even though I was nowhere close to them, yet. They had sent me a mental image of their location, smells included. I sprinted through the short distance, easily arriving within the minute.
The horrific scent filled my nostrils, the burning sensation kicking in my instincts. The other two were already tracking the vampire, I joined in eagerly. I snuffled the fairly new scent, searching, hoping for any newer leads. I circled around a tree to find a body; I wrinkled my nose as the sickly sweet smell intensified.
There were two bite marks at the throat of the victim, but the trail flared up here. I felt a little nauseated with a dead person in front of me, at least we'd get the persons' killer, though, I thought bitterly. I called the guys over who had been engrossed in their own sniffing.
They each felt a pang at the sight, but soon that sorrow became determination. I pulled in a large, stinging breath of air; it went east. That was where the trail was leading. We took off, staying strictly to trees. Our paws padded silently a long, our ears alert for any sounds.
Tracking was fairly easy work, just follow the scent. So our eyes were peeled for any movement, looking even closer as the perfume of their stench became even more amassed. Our eyes caught the glow of its pale skin beyond us by several meters, we slowed instantly, our breathing became shallower as the spoiled scent meet our noses.
Jacob directed us to circle around, Quil to the left, me to the right. We slunk into our positions forming a triangle, the bloo-(Oh, great. The pack was rubbing off on me.) vampire still oblivious. It was the same one as last time, the one with the brown hair. He was tearing apart a tree for some unknown reason.
As Jacob gave the signal to move in I felt nervous. What was I supposed to do it I caught him? There was no time to think about that though, we closing in at an alarming rate. The vampire having been consumed in his work looked up just in time to see the jaws of Quil closing around his face.
He jerked his head out but not fast enough, half his face was torn off. He roared in anguish, striking out at Quil, missing by barley an inch. He hissed and turned to run through a small gap between us, but Jacob got his teeth into the vampires arm, tearing it off with a loud rip.
He screamed in anger, kicking Jacob in the leg, he yelped but no permanent damage was done. His head whipped around, his one eye darting around franticly for an opening, an escape route. But there was none. As we closed in for the kill, my instincts took over, darting in and ripping a large chunk out his back.
I thought I would feel sick, but I didn't the adrenaline just escalated. I wanted to rip, to tear it apart, to destroy it. And that's just what we did, each having a go at it, until it was just a heap of shredded marble. Our breath was labored as the height went down, satisfied of the work done.
Jacob being the only one who had clothes shifted back to light the flesh. Striking the match held it above the pile, before dropping it. The mass emitted purple smoke, releasing its terrible odor for all. We stayed for a while making sure the fire didn't get out of hand and burn the forest down.
As we ran back, realization dawned on me. I killed, killed a vampire. A vampire! I couldn't believe what I had done, as I put my clothes on. M y stomach twisted into knots, would I have done the same if it had been a golden eyed vampire?
I kissed Jacob goodbye, who was beaming from the hunt, and started walking home. I felt terrible the whole way home, even though I kept reassuring myself it was for the best. Would I ever get us to the hunts?
I made it through the last couple of trees, before the same reeking odor hit me. Only it wasn't as bad. More like a couple weeks old sugary cake, than a few years. Maybe it was a newly turned vampire. Did it get Charlie?!
I bound to my house, quickly unlocking the door, before slipping in. I stopped dead in my tracks; there were two people in my living room I had never expected to see again.
Were they crying?
Cliff hanger! Sorry it was so short… So who do you want to come back? Alice, Jasper, Carlisle, Emmet, Edward, Esme, Rosalie? Which two? Please review!