The Tyger and the Beast (Part 1)

(while the Beauty and the beast" reference was not intended, Tyger refers to William Blake's poem by the same name (further explanation in Part 2)

Anyway. I. Am. Extremely. Sorry. for the delay.

had a series of self-esteem issues, writer's block, final exams, projects' stress, bla bla bla.. but i know, i know, no excuses.

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Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is a far away galaxy, her characters are the stars. we are just scientists who observes, take notes, put theories and assumptions to test... just like NASA :)

PS: i tried a different approach of this story in this chapter, please feel free to tell me what you think!

Looking up from underneath

Fractured moonlight light on the sea,

Reflections still look the same to me,

As Before I went under

(Never Let Me Go ~ Florence and the Machine.

A few minutes till midnight.

The normally peaceful night she used to enjoy during her escape runs, turns into a tense hunted atmosphere. The midnight fresh greenery-scented air sends chills through her bones despite her feverish temperature.

She is past the grief and the self-pity. Yet she is scared. Frightened even. Having learnt self-reservation, she considers herself an excellent liar. Hiding the truth from her family was easy enough. It is the guilt that is not easily digestible. She would wake up at night, clutching her stomach, feeling as if she might throw up. It is torturously obvious her guilt was eating her up, sucking the mere present energy she got left.

She made sure to avoid her "second family" and her Alfa as much as possible. She didn't even bother excusing herself from skipping her patrolling duties. She can count on Jake to keep his distance and to keep Seth from asking too many questions.

She lay on her back not even caring it might look as if she is giving in for anyone that might approach her. She is tired. Of all the thinking, the fear, the nightmares. They all evaporat in thin air as she gasps at the view.

A silvery-blotched expensive crystal ball is already glistening at its apex in the pitch black, starless sky. It is almost ironical. How such a beautiful orbit can act as a willing witness of the extermination that will take place right under its watch. An innocent, almost angelical aura wraps the moon giving it a divine look. Darker shades of warm grey blotches on its surface, that only supernatural creatures are able to see clearly, gives it this impure and untrustworthy air to it, The equilibrium and the balance of the universe reflected in such a far from reachable element.

The humongous trees look suspiciously stalker-ish, an indestructible army looming around, dancing gracefully in harmony with the wind's whistling.

She gets up knowing the dark cloaks will make their appearance soon.

She blinks. In the three milliseconds it takes her to reopen her eyes, the judges in their dark cloaks arrives to court and her trial is about to begin. The epic graceful arrival last time is not repeated. they are not here to impress, They are obviously here to get their work done. Quick and mercilessly. It is clear on their faces that they don't mind getting their hands dirty in the name of justice.

Standing still, they look like soldiers led by two children. The twins in front followed by two butch men, then finally a delicate woman that looks no capable of real murder (as if she does not know better) and a frowning man that she assumes being the tracker. The scene would have looked almost comical if not cruelly dangerous. Their cloaks' dark color is in perfect harmony with the midnight atmosphere while, in contrast, their eyes are sparkling burgundy.

The angel-like child takes a step forward talking on the group's behalf.

"Well, well. It seems like the dog will not be causing us too much trouble. Is not that just lovely?" the girl exclaimes in her high-pitched honey coated voice.

Instantly, The She-wolf insider of her is boiling, shaking her badly, as if begging the human-her, to be unleashed. She wants out and now so she can rip the girl's head off. The shaking broadens the innocent-looking little girl's smile and encourages her to keep on pushing the woman (who is almost twice her height) around. "but in dire need of some anger management classes, I see. Well fear nothing, dog, I was assigned specially to tame the like of you for some centuries now"

The only thought that keeps the human under control is that she couldn't let the devil's little girl get inside her skin. She thinks of her brothers, how they will recklessly react if she, foolishly get herself killed. Her trembling decreases as she closes her eyes and takes some deep calming breaths.

As she openes her eyes, the unsatisfied child is frowning, a tight scowl on her face. Furiously, the brat refocuses her gaze on the woman in front of her who feels a faint pressure on her brain before they both comprehend what is going on: the shield is protecting her. For a moment, the wolfette looks pretty smug that the scowling girl is ready to bounce on her.

A hand falls on the tiny girl's shoulder. The child, still enraged for not having succeeded in triggering the expected reaction out of her, uses her black magic on you. The next thing you know, you are on your knees restraining your howls while looking at the witch right in the eye. You give her a bright painful smile which makes her multiply the intensity of the inflicted pain. The two butch men are both snickering, obviously enjoying the scene unfolding in front of them while her twin remains emotionless.

A few minutes passes before the twin brother spares you the torture by tapping his fingertips against her hand. Within milliseconds you are on your feet again. You quietly murmur something before you take a spot right in front of the twins and declare:

"I apologize on Jane's behalf. The Volturi means you no actual harm. You know the reason we are sent here, and we truthfully would like to negociate some of the deal's terms with you"

She nod sternly and suspiciously. There must be a trap there; no one of the vampires can be trusted.

"But first, why do you not go let your cowards of friends make their appearance? I am quite astonished they easily threw you in the fire like this" she hisses threateningly but you stand impervious. You tilt your head, and for a while you look like the dangerous predator that you really are. She hisses menacingly at you before you continue in what you hope was a cocky voice "It is kind of a shame you do not appreciate the good you have been blessed with. For the negotiation to be fair, your pathetic excuse of friends will act as the witnesses of your party"

Whatever expectations she had, she sure as hell has not expect this. She falters for a while before standing in the gravitational point between shock, hesitation and suspicion. She eyes you suspiciously for a while deliberating her options. It was obvious that hostility is radiating of her like heat from asphalt, and you do not like that at all.

For the first time, you really look at her before holding her gaze, making it easier for her to spot any lie she's searching for. After a while, she makes up her mind and simply nods.

As she turns to leave, she coincidently meets the quiet women's undecipherable gaze. The women sighs defeated the second the half-human metamorphoses into a wolf. The vampire knows at that moment that nothing can be done to turn back the hands of time now. A disaster is on its way, she can already hear the whistling of the bomb before it drops on its targets.

i know it is not much, but it is some kind of introduction for the next chapter which will be much longer.

tell me what you think!

~G