Pure of Heart
Disclaimer: Twilight is all SM's, I might've borrowed some concepts from John Landis and the people that made the Ginger Snaps movies but this story is all mine.
Ch. 5: Primal
LPOV
Like some cheesy movie cliché, everyone leaned forward when the DVD that Jasper put in the player started. I was expecting the grainy low rez night vision that you found on those tabloid shows about UFO, Loch Ness Monster or Bigfoot sightings. I was shocked when it turned out to be high resolution, CIA type, quality shit. Despite the light green tint, everything was sharply defined so that the viewer saw the minutest detail as if it they were right there. Nobody was prepared for what we'd seen on the screen.
A seven-year-old Bella was led into the middle of a field by an older man who had similar bone structure. The man was obviously Harley Stone, her uncle and fellow wolf. Along the left side of the screen, digital characters scrolled down it to explain what was being recorded. She was identified as Subject HL-7, the date of her attack, etc. One piece of the information was a bit humiliating but might from Dad's contemplative nod, it might be useful later. As soon as the moon rose, the words disappeared then the camera focused on the little brunette girl.
Bella's transformation was as beautiful as it was shocking and proved just how different she was from the Pack and I. Where our transformations were violent, we exploded from one form to the other; hers rippled and flowed like water. It was pretty clear why she referred to a lycanthrope's transition as Slipping Skin as opposed to Phasing. Our shocked awe was replaced with tense laughter when her other form attacked the elder Child of the Moon in what anyone could tell was a dominance fight. The members of the Pack were more than familiar with those. The humor came from the fact that no matter how many times the older werewolf beat her, showing obvious care not to hurt her, Bella never gave up. Even after the senior wolf had his fangs around her throat, she still fought.
The cub stopped her struggles only after her flaring nostrils picked up the other's scent and recognized it as kin. Harley nipped her in chastisement then led her on her first hunt. We had paused the video during the hunting sequence because I needed to go outside to cool off; the other girls had to join me. There had been something so sensual about seeing the older werewolf stalk then kill its prey that we needed to get out of the room before we all got hot and bothered. And God help me, even little Bella's unskilled hunt had traces of the same. After the girls and I returned, Esme had Jasper fast forward past the hunt. Bella and her uncle staggered back into the original clearing then collapsed in sleep moments later. The two huddled together and slowly flowed back into their human forms as they slept.
Carlisle and Mom started pouring over the journal after we finished with the disc. The rest of us spread out into several different conversations about what we'd all just seen. In a room full of people with preternatural hearing was that you could add comments to the other conversations while still being apart of your own. Poor Dad was at a disadvantage so I kept him close and offered explanations whenever he looked lost.
"We might have a problem," the two medicos said together and all other conversations stopped as we turned to them.
"Bella explained that Eclipse acted as a suppressant in regular doses," Carlisle began.
"After reading through some of her notes, we fear that an overdose might have an opposite effect," Mom finished and we all looked toward the staircase.
The rest of us might not have been doctors or nurses but we'd all been through biology, some of us more than others. My mind immediately jumped to the right conclusion. Bella's body was working overtime to rid itself of the excess of Eclipse which meant adrenalin coursed through her veins and might trigger her premature change. Without a second thought, I flew up the stairs and bolted into my imprint's room.
Sweat coated Bella's body and she writhed on the bed. Her nostrils flared like she was scenting the air then arched off the mattress and in a fluid motion crouched on the end of the bed. The rest of the clan crowded in the hallway outside just as her eyes snapped open then locked on mine. My mate's normally chocolate colored eyes were now a winter white with a black ring along the outer edge of the iris. There were several gasps from the outside observers but it seemed that she hadn't noticed as all of her focus was on me.
I watched as Bella's chest heaved with labored breathing and her black pupils expand to eat away their irises as the eyes glazed over with a primal lust. She shook with the effort to hold back the transformation. Movement from the doorway triggered the fight or flight response. With a feral snarl, Bella leapt from the bed at the threat. Her skin bubbled and stretched as the muscles underneath grew, the bulking up forces the nightgown she'd changed into to rip. My eyes were pulled against my will to the one exposed breast. She'd gone from a mid-C cup to a healthy D cup, you'd think with the added muscle mass that they'd shrink. Claws sprouted from the tips of her fingers and toes while her face became more lupine with large fangs. Ripples worked down from her scalp and skin was replaced with rusty brown fur. The entire transformation was completed before the werewolf landed in her hunting crouch with a growl.
"Bella…," I whispered to draw her attention.
Her eyes locked onto mine again and resumed their primal haze. The sheer force of the lust made my pussy throb and soak my panties. Her nostrils flared at my arousal then she sprung at me. We crashed to the floor and she nuzzled into me. Everywhere her silky fur touched my skin, electric shocks shot through me and my arousal grew. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around her waist and I bucked my hips. Bella-wolf growled then her tongue trailed up my neck and her teeth closed around the soft flesh. She bit down just hard enough to pierce the flesh and draw blood.
Once I was successfully marked, she pulled away then gazed into my eyes. There was enough reason left in them to convey the promise of pleasure then she was off me. In a blur, she crashed through the window and let out a howl then sped off into the forest. It had taken me a second to compose myself then get up off the floor. In a near panic over what Bella might do, the vampires and us shapeshifters tore off after her.
BPOV
My blood sang because I hadn't felt this alive in a long time. The moon's song has come and gone these past three days as I've eluded the vampires and shifters that hunted me. They were foolish enough to think I'd be easily subdued but the forest is my second home and the Ancients breeding practices gave me the edges needed to remain free.
Instinct made me run from my family to sate the all-consuming hunger that gnawed in my belly. I gorged myself on the plentiful deer and a mountain lion stupid enough to get between me and my prey. The only concession I made to what little reason remained in me was to stay away from civilization. The need for man-flesh was almost too sweet and painful to ignore but my unexpected freedom kept me distracted.
Days of running and hunting had worn me out enough to slip back into my human skin but not enough to allow reason any control. My hunger was far from sated so I languidly lay in the shadows of the hollowed out log that was my den to await my prey. I dosed lightly until the wind shifted and brought the scent of my quarry to me. All of my senses strained until I heard the silent footfalls of the one. Need pulsed through me as the minutes passed.
The over-sized grey wolf cautiously entered the small clearing my den was in. It sniffed the air but I'd laid many false trails and knew it wouldn't detect me. The air seemed to vibrate then She stood in place of the wolf. She was the one that I'd marked as mine and I flew from my resting place. My body smashed into hers and brought it to the ground before she could call out.
She who was my mate, Leah, tried to fight but my teeth closed around the spot where I'd marked her and my tongue slid over the tender flesh. A shiver of pleasure radiated down her body. I felt her arousal pour from her body and the musky scent drove me into a frenzy. I nipped and licked my way down her russet skinned body as she writhed for more.
Leah hissed as I lapped her hot silken folds. I took my time and savored her sweetness while she begged for release. I held her at the brink until her body vibrated and frustrated whimpers escaped her lips. When she finally fell over the edge, I delighted in lapping up the sweet juiced the flowed from her sex. Slowly, I worked my way back up her body then claimed her lips. My mate's eyes flashed with the threat of reprisal but my teeth were once more at her throat but this time in warning. I was Alpha and she was to submit, not the other way around. To prove my dominance, I peeled myself from her then started to stalk in the direction of home.