A/N: Okay, everyone, this is my third multi-chapter fic! I'm so excited about this one. To those who got an author alert, sorry if you thought this was the LFK sequel. I'm sorry...it's not. This idea's been stuck in my head and I really want to write it. I'll be working on the LFK sequel in tandem, but I'm not sure when I'll post. It'll be well into the New Year I'm sure.
This is my first attempt at a vamp fic. Please DO NOT expect these vamps to replicate SM's in any way. I'm kind of toying with a Supernatural/Twilight crossover. I'm only using the concepts from Supernatural though...none of the characters. As much as I love Sam and Dean, they won't be in it ; ) – If you don't know what Supernatural is...please find out. It is not necessary, but it will make more sense.
If any of you have questions about my vamps, just ask. I'm making all this shit up in my head and I'll have my own rules for them. Some will be SM's and some won't. If you're confused, let me know.
Major props to my awesome, lovely beta's: Claire Bloom and dolphin62598. You have no idea how important you guys are to me. I wouldn't have posted this without your input.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They're just fun to play with : )
Enjoy!
Chapter One: Siren
"In one fell swoop it became clear to me
That I despise you entirely
But the good news is I'm going to keep you around
And so your lust is just convenient now"
-- Spill Canvas: Lust a Prima Vista
e.p.o.v
I sidled up to the wall, watching the cold, concrete floor as the pale moonlight shone through the broken windows, illuminating an assortment of dust particles as I followed the raucous laughter. I crept almost soundlessly with measured steps, my main goal to be as quiet as possible as I neared the incessantly loud cacophony of noise.
As I grew closer, an array of disfigured shapes flickered and danced across the walls, the result of shadow cast-off from the fire they'd lit. I could smell it the moment I'd walked in and my nostrils flared; it reminded me of camping.
I unsheathed my knife from its holster strapped around my back, gripping the handle tightly in anticipation. I slid my other hand up to my neck, intent on unhooking the vial from the necklace it hung on as I took another few steps. I was so close, so very close...
A strong hand came down on my shoulder, the fingers digging hard into my neck, close to the pressure points, making me fall to my knees. I angled my head, resting the side of my face on icy cold skin as I looked up.
Her long, dark locks hung down over her shoulders in waves, framing her impossibly pale face. Her eyes were fiercely red yet agonizingly beautiful, accentuated by thick lashes that any super model would envy. Her lips were full, tinged a soft, sweet coral as they pulled up into a smile, revealing her deadly white teeth.
"Bella," I ground out, hating that she had brought me to my knees so easily. Her beautiful smile remained and she leant down, her intoxicating, venomous breath fanning out over my throat as she exhaled.
"Hey gorgeous," she said to me, sinking her fingers a little further in to torture me accordingly. "What do you think you're doing?"
Her voice was nothing like I'd ever heard. She had a siren's call; she sounded heavenly, but to go near her was deadly. Unfortunately, I couldn't help the fact that I was here, so I enjoyed listening to the liquid satin voice that I disdained.
"You know why I'm here," I growled, trying to wiggle free of her grasp. In return she held me tighter and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in pain.
"He's not here," she replied quietly, her cool breath penetrating my ear and sending a shiver straight to my spine.
"Where is he?" I asked, annoyed as fuck that they kept running every time I got close. Bella looked pensive for a moment, like she was actually contemplating telling me something.
Hadn't I already learned to never trust a vampire?
"Hell if I know," she said, her icy nose drawing an invisible line from my temple to my jaw.
"Then who the hell are those clowns?" I nodded my head in the direction of the ridiculous singing, watching as Bella's brows lifted.
"That would be the rest of my coven," she told me quietly, venom seeping into each word. "We do split up from time to time you know."
"You mean all of them aren't obedient, slobbery dogs bending to your every will?" I hedged, to which she twisted her fingers harder into my shoulder to the point where I thought she'd draw blood.
"Now, Edward, play nice," she said pointedly, watching as I struggled under her grasp. "We wouldn't want my finger to slip – a bleeding human in a warehouse full of vampires," she clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, "not an ideal situation for you."
"You wouldn't," I growled, feeling as my shoulder and neck throbbed from her concrete hands.
"No," she replied with a painfully beautiful smile, "I probably wouldn't. I enjoy seeing you too much to let anyone kill you. You do realize trying to sneak up is virtually impossible? I could hear your heart beating from a mile away."
I sighed and tried to keep my breathing regulated; I was feeling a little light-headed from the pain her hand was inflicting. I was about to plead with her to let me go, but before I could do so, she hissed and pushed me away forcefully, knocking me into a series of stacked boxes next to the wall.
Bella was in front of me within seconds, lifting me by the collar of my jacket. She reached up with her free hand and ripped the necklace from me, holding it up, dangling before my eyes.
"What the hell is this?" she commanded.
"You know what it is," I replied, grasping her wrist with my hands as the toes of both my boots dragged across the concrete floor. The vial contained the only thing known to hunters that was poisonous to vampires.
"Werewolves blood," she seethed.
As soon as the last syllable fell from her pretty, pink lips, she was surrounded by her coven. Five pairs of dark, hungry eyes stared back at me as Bella held me above the dusty floor, the vial shaking angrily between her fingers. One of the men began to advance, he had cropped, sandy hair, and soft facial features.
"Don't," Bella ordered, and as she commanded, he fell back in place. She whispered something under her breath, something too low for my human ears, and just like that, they were gone – the vial as well. I cursed inside my head because Werewolves blood was hard to come by. They were vicious, uninhibited, and didn't care if you were friend or foe. When the time came, they changed. No ifs, ands, or buts.
Bella held me still, pressing me hard against the boxes and I tried to find purchase on the floor with my feet, but I was too high.
"What were you planning on doing?" she asked, her small brows turning in, creasing what was usually flawless skin. "Huh? Are you that stupid, Edward? Even if you could have snuck up, you're not that fast."
I struggled against her hand, finding that the bunching collar of my jacket was beginning to choke me. She rolled her eyes and set me on the floor. I stumbled and gripped onto the edge of a box for support as my chest heaved, taking in large gulps of air now that I could breathe again.
"I just...want him back!" I yelled, turning my face to her, anger and hate radiating from me. "I have no plan. For the first time in my life...I'm – why the fuck am I telling you this? I don't even trust you," I said, carding my fingers into my hair and groaning loudly in frustration. "Just tell me where they've gone."
"I can't," she replied boldly, staring at me. "Leave it alone, Edward. You won't like what you find."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked, taking lengthy strides towards her, as if it would somehow provoke her. Of course that was preposterous and it just made me light-headed as her venom intoxicated me.
She sighed and shook her head. "I told you, just drop it. Let him go. You'll never catch up, there's no way they will let you."
"Please, Bella," I begged quietly. "Please. I know you can do something. Pull strings. He's my only family. What if it was you who was in my position?"
"I can always make a new family," she responded, coldly. I clenched my jaw tight and knew she wasn't going to give anything up, ever.
"That's right," I said, laughing manically, absolutely no humour resonating with the sound. "You can just make a new family. Do you even like any in your coven Bella? What are they, protection? Fuck, I want him back because I care about him. I can't just bite some poor bastard and start a new family. Besides, I have compassion, unlike some."
"Hey," she growled, stepping closer to me, the predator approaching the prey. I held my ground, watching with baited breath as Bella's hand fisted around my jacket, yanking my face down to her level so we were inches apart. "You live a hundred and sixty-five years and get back to me on the compassion. You'll never understand what I've been through. You don't know anything about me. It's clear you've already judged me based on what I am."
I couldn't focus, on anything. Her lips moved so smoothly, her tongue lithely brushing against her bottom one, the potent, rich smell of her venom filling my nostrils. I hadn't even registered what she'd said just now, and out of pure instinct and desire, I sucked in a sharp breath then pressed my lips against hers.
The venom was sweet, absolutely poisonous, but sweet. My lips burned with the numbness after a few seconds and I pulled back, touching my fingers to my icy skin, from where Bella's mouth had literally sucked the life from them.
"You're so weak," she sighed, brushing her thumb against her bottom lip, slipping it in her mouth to suck off my saliva. "But so tasty."
I took more steps back, putting distance between us because I could feel the pull of her lips, the toxicity of the poison that I wanted to drink from her. She stood emotionless before me, her stance firm and powerful, domineering, in a way. She eyed me curiously for a moment before she began to retreat as well.
I turned to leave, finding that my knife had been taken along with the vial, and I was now unarmed. As I stalked back through the warehouse, going the way I came, I rubbed my fingers incessantly against my lips, trying to massage the life back into them. It wasn't the first time I had impulsively kissed Bella, and for some reason, I knew it wouldn't be the last.
.
.
I awoke the next morning to the sound of my own screaming. The motel room was dark and cold, much like the warehouse had been the night before. I dragged my hand across my face, feeling the perspiration over my brows and near my hairline, telling me I'd had another nightmare.
With what I did, sleep did not always come easy. I was a hunter. I'd been raised a hunter and had known nothing else all my life, taught to keep a sharp eye for things that didn't belong, things that weren't natural. There was a certain pride in knowing that I hunted evil, but the things I've done, and the things I've seen...
Sometimes I wish I was normal.
I never dwelled on what could have been because I knew there was no use. I dealt with the nightmares as they came and kept myself focused. I was alone now; I had to be more perceptive. While I did still have Jasper, he came and went like the wind. He was the only other hunter I knew and had contact with. A lot of my father's generation had either been killed or were too paranoid to come out of hiding for fear that they'd be attacked, by anything.
I knew there were others out there, and as last night had not gone as planned, at all, I was beginning to feel desperate in my own skin. I had begged Bella to help me for Christ's sake. I had pleaded with a vampire.
Was I fucked in the head?
I rolled my shoulders, trying to ease the tension as I pulled back the covers from the dingy, uncomfortable, motel bed. I padded to the bathroom, the tile cold on my bare feet as I brushed my teeth and hopped in the shower, trying to wash off the happenings of the night before.
I was frustrated and disgusted with myself when I kept picturing Bella in my mind, picturing things I didn't want to. The feel of her lips on mine. Her scent and her taste, the sweet, poisonous secretion that made my mouth numb with pleasure; her breath, cool and hair-raising, nothing more than a whisper on my skin as she spoke.
I tried in vain to think of something else, anything else. I tried to focus on how much I hated her and her kind. I tried to think of anything but how I wanted to kiss her again. I couldn't do it.
My cock was hard with thoughts of Bella, not deterred in the least by my hatred for her. I gave into the fantasy, closing my eyes and bracing myself on the steamy, shower wall with my hand and resting my forehead on my arm. My strokes were quick and hurried as I grunted into the hot stream of water, wishing for the life of me I wasn't envisioning dark, red eyes and soft, pale skin.
Needless to say, it wasn't long before I bit down on the inside of my bicep, feeling my muscles tensing as I came.
Stupid, gorgeous vampire.
I felt like shit as I stumbled out of the shower, drying my hair and leaving it to do whatever it wanted as I dressed in the only clean set of clothes I had left; a black, printed tee and jeans. I sighed as I realized I would need to find a Laundromat around here soon if I didn't want to smell like a dead carcass.
I sunk down on the edge of the bed after making it, shaking my head as I bowed it, gripping my hair in my fists tightly, trying to figure out what the fuck I was supposed to do now. I'd told Bella last night I didn't have a plan, and truth be told, I really didn't. It had been months since I'd lost him, watching as the blond, bloodsucking bitch took him right out of that alley in Ohio.
I was desperate to find him, and if it wasn't clear based on my actions last night, then I don't know what was.
I massaged my scalp roughly as I thought back to our hunt in Ohio. It was a Werewolf.
"Really?" Emmett said into the phone, sitting in the passenger seat as I drove past the Ohio border. "Okay, man, thanks. I appreciate it. I'll talk to you soon."
"So, how's Jasper?" I asked, glancing over as Emmett shoved his phone back in his pocket.
"Good," he said with a laugh, fiddling with the controls on the radio. I hated when people toyed with shit in my car, my baby, but Emmett was the only exception to that rule, not that anyone else ever rode with me lately. "He's on a hunt in Michigan. Vengeful spirit or something."
"And he's sure about this Werewolf in Ohio, right? You know how much I hate wasting my time and –"
"I'm sure," he interjected, casting me an annoyed glare. "Man, you're so uptight lately. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I shrugged, trying to shake off the terrible feeling I had about being in Ohio. Werewolves were dangerous, and something we'd never hunted. We'd researched the lore extensively, making sure we knew multiple ways to kill them and hinder them before we'd told Jasper we'd check it out for him.
But I still felt weird, off, in some way.
"You sure?" he asked, settling on a station and relaxing back in the seat as classic rock pumped through the speakers.
"Yeah, Em, don't worry. I guess I'm just anxious for this hunt, that's all," I assured with a smirk. He let it go, resting his head on the side of the window and passing out soon after as I headed further into Ohio, stopping at a motel in Columbus.
I left Emmett to sleep for a little while longer as I checked us in, handing the clerk the credit card of a one Alan Peters, also known as me. Hunting did not come with a rate of pay or many perks, except for the satisfaction of knowing that we made the world a better place by disposing of what didn't belong. Since we were virtually broke all the time, we made do by faking names and acquiring credit cards until we cut them up into little pieces and faked another name.
We'd almost been caught dozens of times, but it was the only thing we could do to get by. There was no way to hold a permanent job when you don't even have a permanent home.
I rapped my knuckles against the passenger window, laughing as Emmett's heavy breaths fogged up the glass in his sleep. He was startled by my wakeup call and flinched away from me, rolling his eyes as we grabbed our bags and headed up the steps to the room.
The next two days we waited patiently, finding our supposed Werewolf, Jacob Black, and monitoring him carefully as the full moon approached. He owned a small auto shop in Columbus, and when he wasn't there, he was at his apartment not too far away.
The day of the full moon, Jacob didn't show for work.
Emmett and I drove to his building, trying to catch sight of him through the window of his second story apartment, but in the daylight, that proved impossible. Instead of spending the day camping out, we went back to the motel, researching more and making sure we were prepared for tonight, so nothing went wrong.
In hindsight, I wish we had known more.
Just as the sun set, we found ourselves parked in front of Jacob's building, able to see into his apartment now because the light inside was clearly visible. Call it creepy, but I pulled binoculars from the backseat, adjusting them and focusing on Jacob as he paced his living room. My eyes widened when I saw that his skin was literally crawling, almost as if his entire body was trembling in anger.
"Shit, look at him," I said, handing Emmett the binoculars. He watched Jacob as well, letting out a low whistle as he lowered the contraption from his eyes.
"The lore did say that First Phase is the worst," he mumbled with furrowed brows. "That it's almost painful."
I frowned, feeling the familiar twist in my gut that said this shit was more danger than we could handle. I swallowed my fears and my doubts, waiting in the confines of my Impala with Emmett as he methodically twirled his pocket knife between his fingers.
After an hour or so, Jacob left his apartment. Emmett and I hastily followed him, armed with guns loaded with bullets of pure silver. We stayed a safe distance behind him. He abruptly turned the corner, into a non-descript, dark alley, quickening his pace and stopping mid-way, when he approached a patch of bright moonlight.
I gazed up to the sky, the view clear as small, white dots pierced the black night, the full face of the moon being the focal point.
Emmett and I were quiet as we hid in the shadows, waiting for Jacob to phase, so the process would be complete. It would have been so much easier to kill him before he phased, but there was no way that would happen. After being bitten, the skin on his body became impenetrable, like titanium or steel. It's not until First Phase that they can be killed, and that is particularly advantageous to them because of the strength and speed that comes with turning.
They are impossible kill, and then they change, making them ten times more dangerous and lethal.
But as they phased, their skin softened, allowing for the hair to grow and the necessary changes to take place. In this state, and even when they were back in their human form, they could be killed. This is why we were here, to kill him before he could give into his baser instincts and take the life of someone innocent.
As a Werewolf, he had no conscience. He could kill his best friend and he would be none the wiser until he changed back. He was dangerous.
"Edward," Emmett whispered, pulling me from my thoughts and tugging on my jacket sleeve. He pointed to Jacob as he began removing his clothing. His jacket was shed, followed by his shirt and pants, and we watched in horror as Jacob's skin moved violently, rippling as long, shaggy hair erupted in its place.
Fur coated his body as his limbs grew in length, elongating and distorting into a beastly shape that stood tall and angry. His massive hands shook as his nails hardened, sharpening into fierce claws that could rip human flesh with ease. The cries of pain that echoed the alley morphed into deep, low groans, suggesting that he was still suffering the brunt of the change.
Then, he growled, long and loud, as the change was finally completed, falling down on all fours and dropping his massive head to the concrete before he stood back up again.
I glanced over to Emmett, nodding my head as a signal to attack him. We both pulled our guns out, holding them gingerly as we advanced on the snuffling, shaking Werewolf. He straightened his back and pointed his nose towards the night sky, turning swiftly and staring us down, catching our scent.
I was quick to pull the trigger, only hitting Jacob in the shoulder. I cursed loudly as it angered him further. Silver was a poison to them, but wasn't lethal unless it was injected straight into the heart or brain.
The rest happened in fast forward.
Jacob sped towards us and we fired rapidly, not anticipating such speed. We knew he'd be fast, but reading about it and experiencing it were two completely separate things. I went to duck out of the way of him, but the back of his large paw hit the side of my face and I was knocked into the brick wall, succumbing to unconsciousness immediately.
I awoke sometime later, and I knew it hadn't been long as it was still dark in the alley and I could still hear the sounds of a struggle. I peeled my heavy lids opened, confused as I saw a large, heaping mass of fur lying still on the concrete. Before I knew what was happening, the shape shifted, changing back into the lifeless body of Jacob as his contorted faced stared back at me.
I was relieved that he was dead, but my heart raced as I searched for Emmett. I sat up, breathing hard and clutching my hand to my chest when I found it painful to take in air that fast. I turned around, watching as several people stood in the alley, one kneeling over something as I squinted and tried to stand. I coughed and their heads snapped to me, to the sound, and my breath caught.
Vampires.
I was stunned, and as I staggered towards them, trying to figure out why they were here, I was able to make out the body on the ground as Emmett.
"Get away from him!" I rasped, coughing again and spitting blood onto the pavement. I heard the vampires murmuring to each other as they paid me no attention, with the exception of one. She was small, but her posture made her seem taller, and confident. She was beautiful, a gorgeous creature, and though I knew what she was, she could have been an angel.
I watched as she inhaled deeply, and her eyes became hard and predatory as she came to my side faster than I'd ever seen anyone move.
"Stay back," she growled.
"No – get away from him," I said through clenched teeth as the others disappeared, leaving Emmett and another alone. My breaths quickened painfully when I saw the woman touching Emmett's face and his hair. I tried to push past the small, strong brunette, but her arms held me back.
"Get him out of here," the brunette called over her shoulder to the other woman. I fought against her as the blond picked Emmett up as if he were as light as air, and carried him off into the night.
"No!" I cried, finally released from the brunette's grasp, though now it was useless. They were gone. Vampires moved faster than anything. She could be anywhere by now. "Fuck!" I yelled, sinking to my knees. I glared at the brunette behind me, channelling all my anger and hatred directly to her.
"Where did they go?" I questioned, unhindered and enraged as I stalked towards her. "Where did she take him?"
"I don't know," she answered, lying through her teeth.
"Liar," I accused, breathing in deep and stumbling back as something sweet surrounded me. I pressed my palm flat against my forehead, knowing it was her venom. It was alluring. "Just...please. He's my brother."
"I'm sorry, Edward, I don't know where he is," she said coolly. I frowned.
"How do you know my name?"
She smiled softly. "I know much about you. My name is Bella."
Since that night, Emmett had been gone, a ghost. The blond bloodsucker had taken him and I had been following Bella and her coven, trying to get a lead on where they had taken Emmett. It didn't make sense to me why they had come or why they had kidnapped Emmett, but I just wanted to find him.
It was more impossible than I'd anticipated, and now, with Bella's reluctance to assist me, I had nothing. I wasn't sure why I thought she'd give me a break, but I was stupid to believe such a thing in the first place.
The only thing I could think of was to get help. Gather hunters and pursue the vampires, slaughter them, if need be. I'd had Werewolves blood, intent on poisoning them, but Bella was right, yet again.
Was I stupid? How could I sneak up on them? Furthermore, how did I expect to attack when it was just me?
I had been at my wits end last night, walking in there, on a mission. I needed to calm myself because these past few months I'd been absolutely distressed, mulling over why she'd taken Emmett of all people. It made no fucking sense to me. I needed answers, I needed to find him.
I pulled out my phone, dialling Jasper's number.
"Hey man," he said sympathetically, knowing about the entire situation. He'd told me he'd try to help in any way he could, but these past few months he'd been distant as well; his mother had recently passed.
Lately, things had gone from bad to worse, for everyone.
"Hey," I answered, just as dismal. "Listen, I...I need your help."
A/N: All right now, I want everyone's honest opinion about this one! Let me know your thoughts ; ) I will reply to you all; teasers for those who leave their comments.
Questions...feel free to ask.