I patrolled for about into the early minutes of noon by the way the sun peaked through the cloud cover. That creeping fog lurked along the rich forest floor and in the shrubbery, leaking with ominous death.
I followed the sudden movement in the corner of my eye. Long black hair with the wind blowing her revolting scent in my direction from the northeast—something snapped deep inside of me—an instinctive snarl slipped through my teeth. My head threw back and loud bellowing howl bursted through my chest out of my throat.
She looked over her shoulder at me with an enthusiastic smile and pushed herself faster as her body shifted into her true form, dancing away from me to show her colors. She was revolting, the way her limbs stretched, and her hands curled into boney claws, and her veins prodded along her flesh, the way her eyes widened and the red of her irises consumed her pupil. She grinned widely until her skin began to tear like she was Mileena in Mortal Kombat, scratch that, just like her. I felt my blood boil and I stopped thinking; I focused on my task.
I searched for that boil in my veins, the fire, the power that was hidden within me. This was it, I had to give it my all. The purple flames exploded from my veins, and I felt myself shoot forward at unbelievable speeds than how fast I already push myself. She looked over her shoulder when I leaped in the air to jump onto her back with my teeth bared and claws out, I watched in satisfaction as her face contoured in pure terror as I descended on her. I've never moved so fast in my life to follow her to deter her from retreating, snapping my jaws at her head, any body parts—within my reach with her near dodges—and neck. I can feel the thickness of the atmosphere, I noticed how the sky drew darker with each attack thrown from the separate party, the way the ground vibrated with each dodge and counterattack and I was growing extremely irritated, my right claw pierced her shoulder in a fast attack at a clean opening .003 of a second, when I felt her flesh I dug my claw in deeper and threw my arm down; my attack ripped her arm off on the junction of her shoulder.
I felt immense gratification as she bled and cowered away from me, I threw myself forward before she could run. I tore into her with unfathomable strength and speed as the purple flames burned her skin and assisted in opening her wounds. Her red flames kept activating and deactivating with each burst of my flames, it gave me more physical counter attacks to land on her, continuing to weaken her and break her down. I didn't give a fuck that seemed too easy. I didn't give a fuck that this could be the last time I could this close, but I was throwing everything into my attacks. Everything from the deepest core of my being, I seen her blood and I seen her body parts flying as she screamed and fought against for her life. But I could feel how weak she was, I could feel how much that she was utterly losing in this fight.
She clawed at my head with her remaining arm when my jaws locked around her neck, I enclosed my jaws and then I jerked my head side to side three times—basking in the gratification subconsciously—with the sound of sharp cracking of bones, the gurgle of her pained, scared screaming cutting off completely. Her body went limb, and I enclosed my jaws more and ripped her head off her body with the help of my back legs clawing into her torso. I found great gratification at her blood filling my mouth as I ripped her torso with chunks with pure rage and instinct. Pride swelled up in my chest like a hot air balloon. With a deep-toned soundwave beneath my feet and rumbling the ground, the luminous liquid flames spread from my body in a wave and engulfed her body and head as I stepped away from my mess, and I felt the earth begin to shake violently under my feet. Lightning and thunder ran throughout the two miles of my position with the hardest rain I've felt fall from the dark sky above. I watched her body burn and I waited, and I waited as she turned into nothing but ash. I waited, and I waited for an abrupt shift, but it didn't happen. The rain washed her ashes away as it cleansed the Earth. The shaking beneath my feet settled, and the weather cleared up unnaturally fast to a calm spring afternoon.
I waited still as the sun shone through the green and brown treetops streaking sunlight over the area, and casting shadows. I waited as time continued to tick by, it seemed like forever, but I was certain I have already waited for half an hour.
And then I felt it, it was like warm water that creeped throughout my limbs to my chest, and it felt all fuzzy inside. I felt the peace course through the atmosphere. The forest beginning to come alive again with critters and the breeze filtering through the air.
I felt the pack phase in—Sam, Jared, Paul, Jake, Quil, and Embry—and their questions were inaudible, but the emotions were solid and distinct.
It's over. It's over. I repeated, relieved but very much in astonishment that it was over. It's over.
I continued to process everything that happened. She died so easily. Too quickly. But the terror on her face was the same look Victoria gave me before I tore her apart. She was so weak. Oh, my fucking… hell was she so fucking weak! If I could belt out in insane, relieved, and completely overjoyed laughter right now, I would. I replayed the battle over, and over, and over, and over again. I knew very well that I was going to win, once her right arm and left leg was gone, with her bleeding from the deep gashes and craters in her torso and limbs. I blocked every spell she was sending out, blocking her very attempt to continue to torture me until I completely perished. She was going to die, either fucking way, and I tore her apart and it her on fire. The moment the Earth knew she was dead; it began to celebrate with its rumbling. The rain cleansed the Earth, and the sky began to clear to reveal the bright sun. The world began to settle around me, personally. The clarity and the realization of the difference of the weight in the atmosphere.
I was still subconsciously basking in gratification when I ripped her head off. Maybe I should talk to Edward about getting that moment painted and framed for the rest of my existence. I will put that on a pedestal. The day that I, finally, killed the bitch and beat her at her own spell. Fucking Ghoul, I can't believe I allowed her so much power for being so fucking weak as she was! Bitch came after everything and didn't expect her demise, served her right. I hope she was burning and rotting in Hell.
It's over. I repeated to myself one last time before silence pierced the pack mind and the air. My tilted back with a victorious howl building up in my chest before it escaped through my throat and out my muzzle in a beautiful, lengthy song.
When everyone left again, I stayed phased and wondered all throughout my territory. Still waiting, still subconsciously expecting for a surprise. Once I was fully ascertained she was dead, subconsciously, and my territory was clear of any her allies and any of their scents. I went home to my father and ate unhealthy portions of spaghetti and red apples with him in the living room while watching a baseball game.
It is still the second week of May 2006, but the pictures changed in my room. Seth was back in the childhood photos with Bella and Charlie or the events of our gatherings, Jacob was back in the photo I had with him, Embry and Quil, and I at the science fair in seventh grade. I felt myself relax even more as I observed them. I looked for my journal and began reading through it for information. Was everything back to how it originally was? I stayed up late reading my journal that felt untouched during this time.
It was… it was exactly like it was all those lives ago. My first and original life. The despair and hopelessness I felt, no matter how much writing I did or how much I talked about it to cope, nothing was working. But I didn't feel that way. I was beyond happy and hopeful.
I smiled to myself as I imagined if she was wishing for me to stay in that despair, that selfishness, in that embarrassment. I wondered how much she thought of herself as superior because she managed an advantage over me.
I know that I have been viewed as weak and selfish and definitely unfit for leadership but that didn't matter anymore. It's over, I ended it. I finally woke up and took care of her once and for all. It's really over. It's over.
It's over. That thought repeated over and over until I fell asleep.
