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"Report."
The incubus shift on his feet uncomfortably. He felt...uneasy around his Mis-superior.
He was sure it was because of her unnatural apathy towards him. Usually his ability to "dazzle"(as his last conquest had inelegantly put it) ensnarled some interest in his person while his ability to read their minds sealed the trap of his deadly presence.
But She was above the pleasures of the flesh. She was above his mental reach. Above even his unholy existence and he both resented her and adored Her untouchable status. For She was a god and he was but a lowly devil.
"So far nothing. I have been hunting Victoria but she continuously evades my every move. Her gift"- he said with obvious contempt, "allows her to rebuff both of my advances."
He waited for further instructions. Internally he chafed against his Superiors restrictions against his natural appetite.
It had been so long without his next meal, his being ached to ravage an unsuspecting human woman. Or man. He didn't care. Although in this decade he had chosen a Males form his being was intersexual.
She shifted.
Edward allowed his eyes to inch upward daring to gaze upon her. His Superior was so pale she slightly glowed in the moonlight, her face was obstructed by a eerie mask- in the shape of multiple striking snakes. She wore her customary blood red cloak which concealed her body and reminded him of blood.
His eyes accidentally met hers, red trapping hazel.
"Come."
Quickly he sat in her indicated spot. Immediately Her dainty hands firmly intertwined with his bronze locks.
He shivered, feeling one sharp fingernail caress his neck.To him it felt as if she was assessing the quickest way to rip off his head. Or vertebrae. A sliver of fear crawled down his throat.
He didn't wish to die.
He had grown oddly attached to his last conquest. Her sexual tension had been glorious to feast upon and it was unheard of for any of his kind to stick to on meal for so long, let alone actually leave her alive. Not to mention her odd resistance to his mental reaches.
If nothing else he wanted his little cambion.
At least that's what his mind attributed his odd attachment to Bella as.
He at least knew he had successfully broken the girl- as per request of his Superior. He hesitated, anxiety briefly tensing his form.
His Mistresses fingers froze. "She is alive and so is your offspring." He breathed, tension flowing out of him.
Her fingers continued to stroke his locks, causing him to purr content. "Although the continued health of your spawn depends on her behavior."
He nodded, dread forming in his stomach. He sincerely hoped the girl would continue to be compliant, he made sure of her unhealthy dependence on the supernatural before he left.
He could tell his cambion would be a girl, and that was a rare honor, girls hadn't been born in almost two centuries. They could be made but he was a traditionalist. The Masen line was Pure and it would stay that way as long as he existed. His mother, Elizabeth Masen was a natural Succubus and his father was a useless human man. The untainted line was carried though his mother, grandmother, and so forth.
There was a loud knock, scattering his musings.
"Enter." His Superior said her fingers never stopping combing through his hair.
The quite footsteps and scent of human blood signaled Jane's arrival. Edward gritted his teeth, pointedly ignoring her burning, smirking eyes on his humiliating position.
"Daughter. How lovely to see you Little Devil." His Superior greeted her in slightly warmer tone.
Jane dipped in a fluid curtesy, her eyes trained on her mistresses roaming hands. "Lady-Mother. I am honored."
"Tell me, My Devil have you been successful?"
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Eric fidgeted, his anxiety growing. He wasn't supposed to be here, wasn't supposed to get caught, wasn't supposed to know, he just wanted to look but those headless bodies were his-his-
"Hey kid."
His eyes snapped back to the present, locking on the man in front of him.
His skin wasn't normal. Eric wasn't a racist, he was a wizard. The man wasn't a man, his eyes told him. His skin was constantly vibrating, like heat waves off a concrete in the middle of a desert.
Eric wasn't unaware of his dark eyes glowing his irises were silver as he assessed the creature before him.
Before the man could say something else Eric blurted out "Your not-not from this *Plane."
Then man looked startled before peering at him closely. His nostrils flared. Eric noticed.
Eric noticed everything unfortunately for him.
He noticed the Cullens never ate and their skin was covered in bright flashes,
he noticed when Angela was sad but still smiled,
he noticed when Bella was lost to the Cullens' mysterious allure
and knew she'd never come back to hanging with them-
just like he also knew Bella was the beginning of the End of normalcy.
He noticed to much in his own humble opinion.
What he didn't notice was two wolves surrounding him, easily shrouded in the camouflage of the forest. They're eyes curious.
The man snorted, bringing Eric back to the present again. Eric had a habit of falling in and out of reality. Such things simply happened to a wizard of his caliber.
"What are you?"
"Why are you here?"
Both wizard and shapeshifter asked simultaneously. Eric jingled his bracelets nervously, his anxiety slowly mounting.
Ever since Bella had been broken-left the coven everyone changed. His word vomiting was nonexistent, but his anxiety was constant. It made small things impossible and big things-
"Shapeshifter. You?"
The man-no-Shapeshifter finally answered, his voice slightly annoyed.
Uncomfortable.
His dark brown eyes kept wandering to the forest around them then back to his fidgeting form. His muscular arms were crossed but tense, giving away his uncomfortableness.
Eric took a deep steadying breath . He spun one his rings around and around his finger for comfort.
"Wizard."
Loud barking startled Eric, causing him to
slam
Eric disappeared.
Embry blinked, flabbergasted.
One resounding question echoing in the pack connection; 'What the fuck?'
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Yeah sooo I wrote this at 4 o'clock in the morning . This story is literally writing itself. Also I'm really sick but hope it's not like covid sick. I hate being sick.
Is anyone even writing Twilight fanfiction anymore? Am I on a dying fandom?
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Jacob sighed, irritated. Perhaps it was time to schedule another tattoo session, to help relive the tension he shared with his Pack.
Methodically he started putting up his tools, deciding to stop working for the day.
Ever since that kid showed up on their turf they were all a bit edgy, they all had severely underestimated him.
He was a scrawny thing, all shaggy black hair and goatee, wearing more bracelets and rings then any non hippie had a right to.
"Closing up shop early boss?" The scent of sandalwood reached his nose before his eyes meet Seth's poked out from under their latest client's vehicle.
"Yeah. Packs to wired for me to get anything done today." Jacob wiped his oily hands on his blue dickies pants, before picking up his tool case and placing it on the shelf.
The Kid had looked harmless enough, unassuming in his jeans, black flannel, and jacket, but when he pulled that disappearing act it made his ears itch and pop unpleasantly.
Jacob walked to the front of the shed, flipping the sign "Closed".
Not to mention the dead bodies he'd left behind for them to find.
Embry hadn't been close enough to detect a scent from him in fact none of them had picked up a scent despite their powerful senses.
"Let's go Clearwater. Or else you get locked in." Jacob barked over the sound of Seth's music, waiting impatiently in the threshold.
He been took off his shirt, leaving him in a white undershirt but his naturally high temperature left him slightly sweaty. He took that off to and wiped his face with it.
None of them wanted to think that the weirdo who called himself a "wizard" was capable of such heartless destruction but he was the only one at the crime scene when he, Embry, and Paul showed up.
It didn't make sense. Jacob was extremely skeptical of any coincidences. He lived in supernatural.
Shit just wasn't adding up.
"Took you long enough," he muttered as Seth finally walked towards him. He was looking forward to a cold shower, food, and possibly sleep.
He still had weird night terrors about Bel-her almost every night but the sage Leah made helped some.
The most terrifying thing about the Terrors was that they felt real. Like new memories.
Every night he'd slip into an abyss of darkness, a facade of sleep until it morphed and faded into a new purgatory.
"Want company?" Jake asked Seth abruptly, stopping before his door, turning to look over him.
Seth shook his head, pulling his skateboard out of his backpack and Lowering the volume of his headphones.
"Thanks Boss. I'll see you tomorrow at the group therapy session then."
"Don't forget to remind Emily that she has Patrol tonight with Collin and Jared."
Seth nodded as he took off, running and then hopping on his skateboard. He turned and watched as the sun set until it finally lowered into the ocean, heading inside when the cold wind brushed his chest and the sky darkened.
Jake sighed.
He really wasn't looking to sleeping. He wanted to put it off for as long as possible but the tiredness of his limbs and the weariness of being Alpha drained him.
Quickly he went through the motions of washing, and eating before lighting the sage and cleansing his room.
Gently he picked a handcrafted dream catcher, a present from his Dad before he left to go visit his sisters, and placed it on the wall above his bed.
'Please give me wet dreams' Jacob chanted in his head as his head hit his pillow and his eyes closed.
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When he came to he realized the sage helped him control the dreams, turning the Terrors into Lucid dreaming.
Still it was better than nothing he supposed.
Tonight he appeared by Bella's bedside. It was always easier to say her name in the dream.
It hurt his heart but it was a bittersweet hurt. "Sweet pain" his father always told him.
She looked up and smiled, relieved. "You came" she rasped.
He studied her sweating, gaunt face. "You cut your hair," he murmured softly. He ran shaky hands through her surprisingly short chocolate hair. She was still gorgeous to him. No matter what she did.
He tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears, before grimacing at what his brain was comprehending before him. Well below him.
"Jesus fucking Christ Bells!" He groaned. She was giving birth to his spawns this time.
Why couldn't he have just one normal dream? He was a healthy teenaged boy for crying out loud.
"Now isn't the time for you to lose your balls Black!" Bella growled at him, squeezing his hand painfully.
Distantly he wondered when their hands became intertwined. It was nice. Painful-but nice.
Bella let loose another series of curses and pained screams yanking Jacobs attention back to the present.
A nurse hovered awkwardly off to the side and mumbled while a doctors head was hidden between Bella's thighs. The room was sparse, just a huge bed, a dresser, a nightstand, the doctors suitcase full of equipment, and a window.
It made him angry. She should've been pregnant, way later in the future, with his Cubs. Surrounded by a caring medical staff and family. Comfortable. In a real fucking hospital. Not whatever the fuck this hellhole was.
Turning he barked at the nurse. "You! What are you blind?" Startled the lady looked straight into his eyes, frightened.
"Go get her some cool water, don't you see how sweaty and hot she is? And lots of rags, towels, and pillows. What is this the dark ages? Do your fuckin job!" He snarled.
Quickly she scurried out, hopefully to do as he ordered her to.
Panting Bella briefly smiled up at him, her pained, tired eyes grateful for his presence and care.
His chest twinged painfully as he stroked her hair. "Stay calm for me Bells. Your doing great."
She nodded while whimpering as more pain erupted from within her. "Honey I'm gonna let go of your hand to see what the doctors doing."
"Okay, hurry back," she begged her face contouring. Jacob hurried to the end of her bed, a lump lodged in his throat.
It wasn't fair.
He didn't want to see her naked body this way. He resented Him for existing, for taking his childhood friend away, for breaking her, for stealing and manipulating her loyalty, her love, her heart-
Another piercing scream jarred his angry monologues, spurring his immobile form into action.
Aggressively he tugged on the white jacket shoulder, spinning the doc around so he could-
Red Eyes.
He stumbled back, his heart starting to gallop. The doctor was no doctor. It was another vampire bitch with red fucking eyes.
"Finally we meet. You are Isabellah's 'friend' yes?"
The thing mockingly smiled at him. It had curly hair, pinned in an overly sophisticated bun, a round face, and deceptively soft features.
One could almost mistake her for a sweet grandma, if not for her cold blood eyes and her sharp predatory smile.
He shuddered at its voice. Disgusting. His skin was both tingling with the need to tear into the thing with his canines and crawling with repulsion.
He steeled himself. Fighting wouldn't help Bella now. She needed his hell spawn ripped outta her before those creepy little fuckers tried to kill her or worse, turn her.
"What's the hold up?" He growled, pointedly ignoring its question.
It sighed, disappointed in his refusal to answer. "Now now no need to be rude. What is your name."
It wasn't a question.
Bella screamed, another bone breaking. Jacob flinched and It smiled.
His eyes narrowed, allowing his claws slowly pushing through his the back of his hands.
Blood dripped on the floor slow and steady.
He took a step closer to It. Allowing his muzzle to form.
"Fine then. I see manners are wasted on brutes." It sniffed and leaned over Bella's flailing form yanking the black bathrobe open.
It pointed to her stomach, where strange shrieking noises could be heard. The skin of her tummy glistened like that if a vampire. It quivered and jumped all on it own.
"They refused or cannot come out through her vagina like full human babes. The only other way out is through her stomach. Since they're half vampire they'll most likely claw their way out of her. "
He blanched, picturing red eyed mini Edwards bursting of her stomach, splaying the walls with her insides and Bella dying an agonizing death.
It smiled at him, as of it knew exactly what he was picturing. "Yes," it crooned stroking her shrieking stomach affectionately.
"She may die bringing me two glorious warriors for my growing army. They will be raised for war." It murmured softly as if it hadn't just proclaimed bringing the beginning of the End of All Times.
The strange shrieking grew louder, and bells was silent. Her body jerking and seizing as the useless nurse tried her best to hold her steady.
Jacob was stunned. Shocked.
Another sickening crack from Bella's body and a raspy hoarse voice choked out "save them! Save my babies-" she was vomiting blood.
It rushed to her side, eager to drink her life's substance.
Jacob wanted to throw up.
"Please Jake-!" Bella's pleas was interrupted but more vomiting into It's waiting mouth.
It was kissing her,no, it was sucking her mouth to mouth like a baby would to a mother's nipple. He distantly realized.
Eagerly drinking all of her blood vomit, swallowing all of her screams, cries and whimpers as her body jerked and twitched and that useless nurse huddled in the corner crying silently.
Horror was to light a word.
His stomach turned and his skin felt stretched too tight. He let out a hysterical sound, a laugh, a scream, and a sob combined.
"I'm not going to lose her. Not again. Not while I'm alive" he whispered. It heard him and started to turn his way, annoyed.
He lunged forward, knocking the disgusting Thing across the room and out the window before using his claws to cut open Bells stomach.
He prayed desperately to anyone that would listen that it would be enough.
He couldn't lose her again. He had lost her in reality. He couldn't lose her in his fucked up little world as well. Not to his hell spawn.
He growled willing the little fuckers to hurry up and come out. Trust Bells to choose hell spawn over living her own goddamn life.
"Always the fucking martyr Bells," he snarled to her unmoving form. "Always so willing to die for others. When will you ever choose to fuckin live?!"
He didn't know if She could hear him but he hoped to god she did.
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"Their names are Carlie Elizabeth Cullen and Beaufort Jacob Swan," Bella whispered smiling down at her two little nudgers.
Carlie looked exactly like her father, bronze fuzz already adorned her bloody little head.
Bella wearily rested her lips upon her bloodied head, inhaling her scent. "She looks just like him," she whispered her voice hoarse from screaming.
Jake grunted and continued to gently clean her up with a rag. He wouldn't go near those things. Not if he could help it.
Carlie shifted, the little newborn looked up at her mother with her brown eyes perfectly copied.
She blinked owlishly before turning her little head closer towards her mother's chest.
Chuckling Bella cooed at her shy baby girl before slowly turning her head towards her left, studying her tiny son.
Beaufort was much smaller than her sister causing Bella to tug her lip in anxiousness. He had her hair, and hardly moved at all.
Only the small rapid movement of his tiny chest let her know he was breathing.
She brought him closer to her lips needing to cuddle and kiss him. She kissed his forehead, and he stirred.
His bright green eyes locking his mother's. His little mouth was open and then he smiled.
Carlie bit into her right breast.
Bella screamed the pain surprising her. It felt familiar somehow...Jacob hovered anxiously trying to determine what's wrong.
He hung about her uselessly until finally he took Carlie away from her right breast, her tiny face smeared in her mother's blood, smiling angelically.
Jake made a sound of horror starring down at the infant in disgust. Immediately he handed the Mini Edward to the nurse. "Eat her not your own mother," he growled threateningly at it.
Bella was in so much pain. She could feel her body weakening but knew her son was still in her arms, so she gently placed him on her chest. She didn't feel the second bite nor did she feel her son licking at the wound Carlie made.
Jacob was ready to wake up. He was gonna have nightmares about this particular night Terror for months of not years.
As if the little monster understood him, she turned and bit the useless nurse, proceeding to suck on her blood. The nurse screamed and tried to pass it back to Jake but the little fucker was determined to drink her fill.
"Please help me get it off-argh" the nameless nurse pleaded as she struggled to move the monstrous babe away from her.
Jake blinked and turned his back to the woman, turning his attention back to the love of his life. 'Serves you right you useless bitch.'
She lay there body jerking like a got damn poltergeist movie, the other monster baby barley holding on. It whimpered pitifully. Bella's heart was slowing.
Jacobs heart squeezed painfully in his chest.
He picked up the the thing, intending to throw it out the window when he noticed it's hair.
Brown, Bella's brown. He looked at its face. Aside from it's strange green eyes, it looked exactly like Bella. But a boy version.
It looked at him. He stared back before reaching shaky fingers to touch the sticky brown curls.
It grabbed his finger, squeezing with a surprising amount of strength before turning its head to look at Bella.
Bella's body was no longer moving, no longer screaming but quite. Her heart beat slowed down and kept stuttering.
It let go of his finger and reached for Bella, crying loudly. Jacob felt like his heart was constructing.
He rushed back towards her body, and let the boy cling to his mother's dying body. He didn't know what to do.
Silent tears poured down his face as he listens to the boy-B? Beau?-crying and whimpering.
He didn't know how to sow a stomach back together, hell he was having a rough time making sure he didn't look below her face.
He'd tried to wash her but there was blood
e v e r y w h e r e.
He was sure that wasn't very hygienic. Bella liked long showers. She wouldn't like this.
There was blood all over his chest, crusted underneath his claws, he had her sticky life juice up to his elbows.
His white pajama had huge red splotches of it soaked through. His face was sprayed in it, his hair which he grew out long not for her of course for her held splatters of it since he normally slept with it all unbound, the front of his boxers was ruined-
"I'll take it from here."
Jake whirled around, his tears blurring his vision. "What?" He couldn't hear. The boy's cries for his mother, Bella's pained screams and raspy voice filled his ears.
"What?"
IT was talking to him but he couldn't hear past the symphony of shit in his ears.
He turned his back to his enemy, and reached for the crying Beaufort.
He calmed some, his green eyes too young to know sorrow, and buried his tiny little head into Jacobs chest. Whimpering.
"Where's the other one?" Damn. It was still talking to him and he could hear again.
He wondered when he would wake up. How much more heartbreak could a man take before he just quit love cold turkey?
He shrugged, stroking the Bella-brown curls trying to soothe the baby. He didn't know how to soothe a baby. He tried swaying him a bit. He couldn't see yet. His eyes were still runny.
"Probably devoured the nurse. Little fucker bit Bella. Should've thrown it out the window instead." He gruffly voiced.
"Oh it wasn't a nurse, it was their first meal." It carelessly said completely missing Jakes flinch.
Numbly he watched as it bended over to retrieve the murderous little monster from the dead woman's body on the floor.
The thing wiped its bloodied mouth and giggled-normal babies shouldn't be able to do anything after just being born-as It picked her up and cooed delighted with her first kill.
He clutched Bella's thankfully normal baby tighter to him, wanting to shield him from the horrors of his twin and demented It.
"You are going to make a fine little soldier aren't you?
Oh yes you are.
Look at how messy you are!
Did you enjoy your meal?
Are you still hungry my Little Demoness? Your mommy's body will make a fine second meal. Yes it will. Let's go see if she's dead and cooled yet.."
It's words were the last thing he heard before he sank into a deeper sleep with thankfully no more Terrors.
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When he woke he smelled blood. Lots of it. And He was sticky. Really sticky. He needed a shower.
Probably from the broken AC spluttering and stopping in the middle of the night. Shapeshifters run extremely high temperatures so that explains the stickiness.
What he didn't get was why there was this gentle weight on his chest. Was it his hand?
He lifted his hands. Nope it wasn't that. He put his hands back down.
He sighed deeply. He really didn't want to open his eyes.
The tiny weight moved and a small, warm hand touched his cheek. He clenched his eyes not willing to face the bitter truth.
"Of course last nights terror was real. It had to be the worst fuckin terror of them all." He grumbled bitterly.
The warm, tiny hand tapped his cheek again. Silently demanding attention. He let out a long sigh.
He guessed it was bell-yep nope still can't say her fucking name-Her blood soaked into his sheets, room, bed, clothes, hair, nails-
His eyes shot open looking directly into intelligent green ones.
Her son.
Beaufort Jacob Swan was real. A piece of Her lived then.
He hugged the newborn, silent tears spilling. Then shuddered. "I guess your sister is real to huh?" He rasped as he looked at the boy.
The boy nodded. Jacob sighed he shouldn't be surprised. Of course Bella would have super strange twins. The girl could never do normal he mused wistfully.
"She's a real fuckin nightmare. You won't be like her. I'll take care of you. I'll raise like you like my own cub."
Jacob vowed to the boy. He held him protectively, this last piece of the girl he loved.