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Grim Reaper's Release

When the gruesome murder of a pastor is mysteriously caught on tape, what will happen to the vampire race? Suddenly, the world knows about vampires. The Cullens need to get out of Forks. And fast. But what will happen when the Volturi wants to interfere? Or the Southern Armies? And, more importantly, who are these strange vampire twins? Photobucket

...I've been away for a seriously long time, haven't I? O.O

Well, I'm back with a new story and I still haven't decided if I should continue my other stories. A lot's been happening in my life and I'm sure my feelings on all of my other stories have changed drastically. Anyway, this is just an idea that's been floating around my head for probably a year now but I've never really developed it into more than just a smidge of an idea.

Just a few warnings before I continue: This story is seriously...morbid. It's not really a good story at all. There's violence, world domination, chaos, and the world kind of goes insane...but it has a happy ending! Promise!

Also, the chapters are gonna be really long on this. Like, seriously long. It's not that I want to get this done in less chapters or whatever, it's just that in each chapter, a few different character's point of view's on different things need to be included to add other factors of the story. I mean, if I had each new point of view a chapter, we'd probably be up to 50 chapters by the time I get to the middle.

That being said, I guess a few things you should know is that I don't know when I'll be getting new chapters up. I hope, with winter break here, I'll have this story done by the middle of February, maybe? I was planning on having this only 7 chapters at the maximum, but the farther I get into this story, the longer it seems. And, I hope, I'll be getting each chapter up each week. I've already written chapter 2 and 3 but I'm gonna post them weekly.

Next, I seriously need to thank my best mate Kira with this story. She gave me a HUGE idea for it and has been such an amazing supporter of all my stories from the start!

*breathes in relief* Alright, I think that's all for now. Now that I've gotten it all out, go read. I'm sure the story is much more interesting than my babbling. *snort*

13. Changes of Heart

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Maria's Point of View

It was just merely hours before sunrise in the Texan dark. At about 2 am, Eve had persuaded me to hunt. She said I needed my strength and encouraged me to get out and away from everything for a few hours. Unfortunately, I noticed that I had placed myself in her hands. Suddenly, she was like the best friend I had never had, the older, wiser sister or the caring, delicately mature mother I had killed.

I trusted her with everything and she took care of me. I spat at the ground as I ran along the desert terrain; I had never been taken care of before.

Whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, I couldn't be sure, but she had forced Noah and Chester to come with me. She had already spoken to Chester about using his power - which he wasn't too keen on - but he grudgingly agreed.

"There," came Noah's deadly detached voice as he paused, pointing towards a small ranch. I looked at it in quiet curiosity, listening to the pounding heartbeats that flowed from within its wooden walls. There were two in there, a man and a woman.

"Take them, there's not enough for the three of us anyway. I'm going to keep running north," Chester responded, bitterly. I looked between the two in confusion. Chester was never one to turn down a kill and his sudden morose behavior was...different.

Noah and Chester had never gotten along well but all of a sudden, things were even more drastic between the two. If they weren't constantly glaring at each other, they were threatening one another, which was why I was so surprised when Eve recommended they both escort me out.

Noah rolled his eyes and ran down towards the shabby ranch, dust swirling from beneath his feet. He didn't even give me so much of a glance as he spiraled down. I frowned, so much for mates.

"Are you going with him, then?" Chester's rough voice brought me back to reality and I looked up at him as he towered beside me. His haunted gaze flickered between the northern horizon and me and I felt my brow furrow.

Noah fed...a lot. He was always thirsty, though he was a mature vampire. Two humans wouldn't even be enough for him, though knowing him, he would share with me. On the other hand, I had never seen Chester hunt. I felt a mingling sense of curiosity and interest.

With not even a backwards glance at Noah - for payback is a bitch, isn't it? - I shook my head. "I'll come with you," I mumbled, ignoring Chester's shocked expression. He huffed quietly and shrugged.

"Keep up, then. I'm not going to stop for the first human I see. It may take me a while to pick." And then he was off. I shared a startled look between his retreating form, fast and deadly, and the panicked screams that echoed from within the little ranch below me.

I knew that if I suddenly decided I didn't want to go with Chester, he wouldn't be offended. Actually, he may be relieved, but for some reason, I didn't want to stay with Noah. I picked up my feet and flew across the cool sand towards Chester's hazy form.

He was naturally fast, faster than anyone I had ever seen, but he kept up a moderate pace for me to keep up with. His eyes were intent as I ran up beside him, not even acknowledging the fact that I was close to him.

After running steadily for a few moments, he opened his mouth. "Why?" I turned my head, ignoring the way the wind whipped my hair in front of my eyes.

"Why what?" I asked, slightly confused. Before us, a portion of twinkling city lights shone in the dark. Our target, I presumed, which was New Braunfels.

His lips were a hard line as he responded, eyes narrowing on the town. "Why would you come with me and not Noah? What, trouble in paradise?" A small smirk grew on his lips and I grimaced, my head down.

The truth was, Chester may be a pain, he may be inconsiderate, and he may be a handful, but he was really unfortunately observant.

"I don't know. I just didn't feel like sticking around and having only half a meal," I muttered, clasping my hands before me like a schoolgirl. I immediately mentally scoffed at myself and rolled my eyes. I must have looked stupid.

Chester nodded tensely, his eyes a suspicious mix of emotions. He breathed out a phrase but I didn't catch it. It sounded like ‘discard time'.

"What did you say? Something about discarding?" His head turned so fast to stare at me that I was surprised by the speed of it. His eyes were as wide as saucers as his shock turned to discomfort.

"You heard that?" He sounded like the bird that ate the canary and in response, I arched a brow and nodded superiorly. He mumbled an execration under his breath and slowed a bit, sending waves of dust shooting from beneath his feet.

I stopped with him, my hands on my hips. He glanced up at the sky and back down at me looking almost...shy?

"It's just a phrase we use. The soldiers, I mean," he clarified and I narrowed my eyes. I gestured for him to continue and he swallowed. "It's what we say when we know you're about to pick a new, erm, mate. We can always tell sometimes months before it even happens but when you get rid of the old, we always call it discard time."

I stared at him in muted shock, my eyes wide and my mouth even wider. Normally, I would have slapped him for that, maybe tore out a big chunk of skin, and left him there to hunt on his damn own but...but this wasn't normal times. My recent encounter with Eve had taken it out of me. I felt like the burning fire that once kept me going had been doused.

I wasn't as powerful as I used to be, I wasn't as intimidating as I used to be, and I was too insulted to do anything about what he had just said except murmur a quiet "Oh" under my breath.

Talk about a personality change.

I felt my shoulders hunch over as I sunk to new lows. I immediately realized how many mistakes I had made in my life, how many errors and selfish assumptions. Half the things I had in life, I didn't even deserve. I had been a power hungry back-stabbing bitch and I knew it.

I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and looked up, slightly surprised. Chester had never touched me. It was I who would slap him or hurt him in punishment. His eyes were mixed with grief and...sorrow? I couldn't tell. I felt the world swirling beneath the soles of my bare feet and I couldn't find the time to worry about what emotions were playing out on his face.

"I'm horrible, aren't I?" I whispered softly, staring not at his face or at the ground, but at the full, opal moon above me. He crouched down so we were eyelevel and I couldn't bear to look at him. How long had my army actually secretly hate me? Why hadn't they left? I gave them nothing. Half of them, I hurt. Most of them had had their lives stolen away from them, only to wake up to me, the ice queen, as their heartless creator.

I felt some sort of electricity run underneath my skin as I felt a soft pressure on my cheek. I glanced at him, only to see his thumb was stroking my cheekbone. The feeling was alien to me and I stared at his hand in quiet fascination.

"You're not horrible," he stated quietly and I looked back up into his eyes in small wonder. How could he say that? Of course I was horrible! I was Death itself, merciless and power hungry. How many people - humans and vampires alike - had I hurt in my lifetime? Hundreds! Maybe thousands!

"Liar," I mumbled, standing back up on my own two feet. He moved with me, standing up, too, while never taking his hand from my face.

"I'm not lying. You may have been...hard to live with at some points but I can see a difference. I can feel it, Maria," he stressed. "Something has changed in you and I'm not sure how I feel about it." I felt my head drop at the word change. Yes, there had been a significant amount of change in my existence in the past week.

I looked back at the upcoming town and pulled away from his comforting hand. "We still have to feed," I reminded him, trying to cover the thickness of my voice.

He watched me with narrowed eyes and I suddenly got the feeling he wasn't concentrating on the thirst anymore. He nodded once, quickly looking behind us - maybe for the ascending form of Noah? - and then followed me. "You're right," he agreed.


Timothy Fitzgerald's Point of View

"We have to make a decision: keep them where they are or move them," the President commanded, at the head of the big, oak table. We had made a makeshift meeting room in the Williams building as the scientists gathered round along with my people.

I glanced down at my notes, slightly nervous about the outcome of this meeting.

"May I say something, sir?" Dr. Mitchells asked, his question directed to the President who nodded eagerly. "From what I've seen, they're invincible to us. I'm actually not quite sure why they allow us to keep them here, anyway. I think, keyword think, that they could easily break out if they wanted to. I say we take advantage of their cooperation while we can and start testing. Sure, we've tried to draw blood and can't because of their skin, but these should be more physical. We know how they're created, through venom," his lips turned into a disgusted grimace, "and we know they could potentially kill us before we would know. But how fast are they? How strong? Can they resist blood once it's spilt? Can they hear our thoughts, as I've picked up Edward seems to be able to do. These are things we need to do. We could test their brainwaves, their style of thinking, and their whole physical makeup." I narrowed my eyes towards my old time friend and immediately agreed with him.

I should have known he would come up with a reasonable and ingenious solution. He was a smart man, after all. The President stared at him, narrowed eyes and lips turned into a stiff straight line, before nodding once.

"I like it. It's a good idea. We need to learn all that we can. How exactly are they destroyed?"

I cut in to answer this one, glancing back down at my endless notes Carlisle had given me. "Only they can destroy themselves, sir. They have to be torn apart and burned. We don't have the technology to do that." He nodded in response, eyes widening a fraction of an inch.

"And the one who isn't a vampire? What is he if not one of them?" Everyone besides the President shared a slightly panicked glance. Dr. Mitchells volunteered his answer for this and I could see the nervousness in his eyes.

"We're not sure, sir. None of the vampires will tell us what or who he is. Carlisle said it wasn't his story to tell and Jacob, the other specimen, won't tell us anything. We've drawn blood and we're running studies and tests on it this second. So far, all results coming up," he paused, glancing at me, "are telling us that he's not fully human."

The President blinked once and then a second time. "Then what is he?"

Dr. Mitchells coughed and looked away in discomfort. "Canine. Or, more specifically, Canis lupus. Wolf. The cells and DNA aren't precise replications of the gray wolf, but it's the closest to any other sort of organism on this earth. He has many human qualities, like his physical appearance, but half of him is...wolf."

I watched as the President's mouth dropped open in surprise. "Are you...trying to tell me he's a," he gulped quietly, "a werewolf?"

"We're keeping an open mind here, Mr. President. No possibilities are too farfetched for us right now."

The President blew out a deep breath and nodded, taking it all in stride. I had to give him credit for keeping so calm. "And the little girl? What is she?" A scientist I had yet to talk to stepped up to the plate for this one and I read his nametag in curiosity. Brody.

"Well, sir, she's very unique." He paused for a brief second to chuckle to himself. "She's half vampire and half human. Her mother was, apparently, human when she was conceived and born and then we think her mother was turned into a vampire, too." I rubbed my temples at the complexity of this situation. Vampire hybrids, vampires, werewolves. So confusing.

"Who is her mother?" The President asked suddenly. I gulped as Brody shared a glance with Dr. Mitchells.

"We're not entirely sure yet," he muttered. The President groaned and dropped to his chair.

He took a second to take a few deep breaths and then removed his hands from his eyes to look at all of us. "Alright, before we allow them to regroup, I want to move them into different rooms and do a few individual tests on them each. First, I want to know how much blood they can resist. We have to know if we're in danger if one of us gets a simple paper cut-" I interrupted him with a comment.

"Sir, Carlisle is a surgeon. I would think he has good...control." The President shot me a surprised look and I carelessly shrugged. With a nod, he went on.

"I still think it would be good to see. Carlisle may have excellent control but what about the other ones? We should test them to see." There were a few eager nods and a few disgruntled murmurs as the President made his decision.

"Where are we going to get volunteers? It's not like someone's going to willingly volunteer to maybe become food for the vamps down below," a bitter younger guy snapped and everyone turned to him. I had to agree, not too many people were going to put their lives on the line for science.

Suddenly, I had an idea. "Wait, we could use prisoners." Every head turned my way and I grunted. "What, it's not like anyone would miss them! Take a few from the prisons, some of the ones who're in there for life. No one will notice when they're gone."

The President took a deep breath as a silence settled over all of us. "I think that's the only thing we can do now. Fitzgerald, call the prisons. Get 10 of their worst over here."


Maria's Point of View

I turned my gaze upwards from the limp body of my prey, ignoring the drop of crimson blood that escaped the corner of my mouth. Across the narrow alley was Chester, hunched over two bodies, with his head hanging in his open palms. I stood up, stepping over the broad figure of the young man I had killed, and took a hesitant step towards him.

Though I had never seen Chester hunt, I knew him well enough to know that this wasn't normal after feeding. He would never return in a solemn mood - usually just the opposite, to tell the truth - or seem depressed by the concept of killing.

If I was being completely truthful with myself, which was unfortunately something I had been doing lately, seeing Chester hunt was something I would never forget. Over my centuries of life, I had seen newborns hunt in frenzied paces and mature vampires gracefully leap and pounce, but nothing could compare to the site I had seen. The look of utter concentration that carved itself onto his hungry face would forever be imprinted in my mind. The way his ligaments and muscles stretched and worked to move him in the most feline, lithe ways was unbelievable.

When he moved to pounce on the unexpected woman and drag her into the shelter of the alleyway, I think I even gasped at the smoothness of it. At the shimmering beauty of all of his actions.

"Chester?" I cautiously knelt beside him, ignoring the glossy eyes of the humans that lay at his feet. He flinched to acknowledge my presence.

I sighed; tonight had maybe been the most chaotic night of all my existence. So many flips and flops. So many unpredictable twists and turns. I looked up towards the sky, wondering when all this insanity would come to a close.

Without thinking, I moved my hand to lay it on his back. He stiffened under my touch and before I could even comprehend his actions, he was ten feet away with his shuddering back pressed up against the stone cold side of the alley. His eyes were bright red, flickering around with flared nostrils. I sat down on the dusty ground, trying to cover the pain of the rejection, as my hands fell in my lap.

"What did I do?" I asked in curiosity, staring at him with agonized eyes. His tortured gaze fell on me and I twitched from the revealed emotions glimmering brightly in his eyes.

There was love there.

I bit my lip as he let out short, uneven breaths. He raised his hands to the sky in an outraged gesture and shouted, "I don't know what to think anymore, Maria! Everything's changing and nothing's sinking in. First with this Eve bullshit and now you're walking around, the queen of sympathy and comfort! When did this happen? When did I start to feel this way?" He sunk to his knees, looking exhausted and I cautiously moved forward until I was kneeling right before him, taking him into my arms.

"Would you believe me if I said I feel the same way?" His skin was warm to the touch, which I should have expected, but I didn't. His head fell into the crook between my neck and my shoulder and I threaded my fingers through his sandy waves.

His sweet breath fanned before my nose and I took a breath in as I realized there was so little I knew about Chester. He was the biggest advantage to my army and yet I knew hardly anything about him as a person. I knew he was about 22 years old when I bit him, I knew he was a stubborn man, I knew he had a power of invisibility that he hated, and I knew he loved to kill.

And that was all.

His scent was intoxicating; it seemed to be a mixture of fresh mint, ripe apricots, and lotus blossom. It was sweet but tangy and before long, I found myself embracing his heady scent. As my hand stayed intertwined in his locks, my other hand traveled down his muscular back and stayed, holding him to me in comfort.

He sighed, another huff of his sensual scent waving towards me. "I don't understand what's happening between us," he mumbled and I nodded in confused agreement. He was absolutely right. What about Noah, I found myself wondering. What about, I gulped, Jasper? I was supposed to be a heartless, merciless leader but now I was...what was I, even? A sympathetic woman who found herself leading an army and being in over her head?

Suddenly, he pulled his head back, leaving a mere six inches between our faces. I kept my hands on him, fearing I would lose my mental sanity if I had nothing to hold onto, both physically and mentally. A hard, brittle laugh escaped me mentally as I wondered how Chester, Chester of all people, had become my stable rock through this all.

"Why?" He asked for the second time tonight, his eyebrows furrowing. I cocked my head to the side, not understanding his question. "Why," he continued, "this sudden change? Why do you suddenly care? Why do I mean so much to you?" His large, scarred hands moved to cup my cheeks and glanced down at his fingers which stretched above my eyes. I was so tiny to him, I realized. Even though I had the strength of the average vampire, he could still manage to crush my skull in his capable hands.

I paused, thinking out my response. I hardly knew the answer myself. "I think," I began slowly,"that for the first time in all the years I've lived, this is the first time I've been completely helpless. Eve has taken control over the army, everything depends on her. I don't have any input whatsoever, except when it comes to the care and behavior of my army. It's humbled me." I gazed into his eyes, expecting some sort of emotion but they were void.

He suddenly looked thoughtful. "So, you're only acting like this because...because you're not in power? As soon as Eve's gone, whenever that is, you'll be just the way you were before? This is just some sort of short lived depression of having all your control taken away?" He looked upset by this fact and I hurriedly shook my head.

"No, no. That's not true," I mumbled. His hands tightened on my face and I felt a breath tumble from my lips.

His eyes travelled down my face to my lips and then flickered back. I felt a ripple of electricity go through me as I remembered just how close we were together. Our bodies were still pressed against each other and the only space between us was from when Chester leaned his head back. If I could have blushed, a rosy flush would have colored my face by now.

"Then what is the truth? I need more answers, Maria. I'm trying to figure this entire thing out and I just can't. I'm grasping at straws here." He looked like a desperate man, a fire of yearning ignited in his eyes and his lips turned into a pleading scowl.

I frowned, my eyes drifting downcast. "I think...I think this is the real me," I confessed. "I can't remember the last time I felt so human, so vulnerable. I've always been so hidden beneath my façade that no one ever really knew the real me and now with Eve, I can't stand to be that person again. I won't change again, Chester, I don't think I could handle the emotions of it a second time. This is how I'll always be," I vowed.

His lips pursed tightly as he watched me, allowing my words to sink in. He leaned in closer to me, his face now just three inches away. I resisted the urge to move back, which I had almost always done whenever Noah decided to be intimate or affectionate or whatever he was trying to be.

His burgundy eyes asked for permission and I struggled to return a nod as one of his hands moved from the side of my face to the back of my head, where it stayed and pulled me closer. My senses seemed to be in overdrive as I felt every muscle, every bone, and every part of his body against mine.

With just a small inch between our lips, he paused, his eyes glittering in amusement in the night. "I think," He muttered softly, "that I can handle this change." Before I had time to respond, his lips were on mine, cautious and gentle.

I briefly heard footsteps coming closer but I shoved the thought to the back of my mind as I kissed him back with everything I had. He was surprisingly tender and sweet, something I never would have thought Chester to be capable of, and our lips moved into a simple synchronization.

His nimble fingers weaved their way through my hair and to my scalp where he held me in place as I pulled him closer with the hand that I had on the small of his back. The second I parted my lips for his cool tongue, I heard an outraged gasp behind me.

I tensed against Chester as he removed his lips from my own. His eyelids fluttered open as his eyes turned to whoever was behind my right shoulder. I thought it would be a human, a helpless human who we would now have to kill for witnessing the drained bodies of our meals, but something in Chester's infuriated face made me think otherwise.

A small breeze floated through the alley and I gasped at the scent that floated towards me. It resembled Nutmeg and Amaretto.

I turned my head, nostrils flared at the opposing scent, and my eyes widened at the distressed figure before us. Noah.


Jacob's Point of View

"So, I'm going to start by asking you a series of questions and you're going to respond as truthfully as you can, alright?" I gave the scientist a dubious look and nodded in agreement. He was a middle-aged man with untidy red hair and a mass of freckles splattered across his face. Unlike all the other scientists who had been in this room, he seemed to be the only one who wasn't afraid at all.

I was seated in the same blindingly white room in a small metal chair with my arms crossed tightly before my chest and my long legs stretched out before me. My size had intimidated every other scientist I had met and I was a bit disappointed that this one didn't seem to be affected.

I sighed, oh well.

He sorted through a few ivory colored sheets of papers in my file and I waited patiently. "What's your last name, Jacob?" He calmly began and I let a soft chuckle fall from my lips. Yeah right, like I was going to give away my actual last name. Was he stupid or something? I let them know my last name is Black and they hunt down Billy. I couldn't allow that to happen, not to my father, and I couldn't allow these crazy scientists to go to La Push with the Pack there.

"Sorry, my dad always told me not to give away my name to strangers," I snickered out. The man's icy blue eyes narrowed and he sighed.

"Alright then, be that way. Are you fully human, Jacob?" He had his pen poised above a paper and I rolled my eyes. That seemed like a stupid question to me. They already knew I wasn't completely human because of the chromosome things that Carlisle had talked to me about awhile ago.

I let out a pondering breath and leaned back even more, casually stretching my arms above my head. "Well, let's see here. I don't really remember being on any spaceships when I was little or being abducted by any freaky little green guys. I'm not a vamp, sorry, but you could have probably figured that out just by logic. I don't sprout wings from my shoulder blades, or else I don't think I do." I turned my head to poke and prod at my back just to mock him and then shook my head. "Nope, not a fairy. My feet don't turn into long scaly fishtails when I'm immersed in water, guess that rules out a mermaid. Oh! And," I added this one just for the irony of it, "I don't turn into a big, hairy canine when the full moon's out. Huh, guess I am human after all."

Being completely truthful, I really wasn't a werewolf. I was a ‘shape-shifter'. Yes, I did turn into a big, hairy canine but only when I wanted to. So what if I stretched the truth a bit? It's not like I ever really planned on telling anyone here what I was exactly.

I could tell he was beginning to get impatient when he took a rumble of a breath and shook his head slowly. "Fine, no mythical creatures then. What about the little girl upstairs? Someone said they heard her crying for you earlier. Do you have a close relationship with little Renesmee?"

My head snapped up at his question, my eyes narrowing deadly. Crying. Someone said they heard her crying. The idea of crystal tears falling from her deep brown eyes dragged such a strong, lethal dose of anger into me that I felt my fingertips trembling, which didn't escape the observant eyes of the scientist.

"Why was she crying?" I asked, my voice husky with emotion. I heard the muffled voice of Esme below me, calming and calling my attention but I ignored her. A dry, humorless smile etched its way onto the man's face and I snarled.

He set down his pen and gave me a leveled stare. "Jacob, I believe I was the one asking question-"

"Why was she crying?" I roared, cutting him off. I didn't care about stupid, pointless questions. All I could think about was why she was crying. Was she hurt? Had they done something to her? Had they figured out her weaknesses and vulnerable spots? I would have thought if they had gone that far, Edward would have stopped it.

The man huffed out a breath and leaned back. "She was upset. Jacob, please, calm down. All little kids get upset when they don't know what's going on. She's just tired and impatient and lonely. It's not your concern." I slapped my fist down on the metallic desk, angry beyond words. "If, though, she's the only way we can get answers from you, Jacob," he began, a slow, sadistic grin covering the dry smile I had seen before, "we will take advantage of that."

I blinked in shock, which was followed by two, three, four more closing of my eyelids. "Excuse me?" I mumbled hoarsely, trying to think of another way to interpret his words. He couldn't possibly mean that they would torture her, purposely hurt her, just to get me to talk, did they?

"I think you heard me, Jacob." And then he did something that shoved me over the end. He winked. An arrogant, subtle little gesture.

A rush of heat vibrated through my frame as an image of my Renesmee, my beautiful, tiny little Renesmee, in pain and injured. I couldn't allow that to happen. No, I corrected myself; I wouldn't allow that to happen.

The man's mocking blue eyes floated behind my eyelids as I squeezed them shut, ignoring the baffled, desperate cries of the Cullens below me. My arms were shaking and I felt my eyes roll back in my head.

It was like a whole ball of tension had been relieved throughout my body. I sprang forward, stretching my arms and legs as they exploded into a comforting, new form of fur and muscle. My tail whipped angrily through the air, cutting the tension like a razorblade as my head ducked before it could smack into the low ceiling. I gazed down, ignoring the shimmering heat racing through my veins, and stared into the startled eyes of the scientist. My jaw snapped and I felt my tongue slip over my gums, racing over the sharp, deadly teeth.

I had never been bloodthirsty for a human, never wanted death on my hands - except when it came to vampires - but now I wanted it. I needed him dead. I knew he would be the one to execute the plan to hurt my Nessie and I knew the way to stop it from happening.

Unexpectedly, I felt a rush of anger and encouragement zap into my body like a shock. It fueled me drastically and somewhere in the back of my mind, the rational part of my mind, I told myself to ask Jasper later why he had done this, why he had stimulated my emotions even more than they had been.

I took an echoing footstep closer, my snout sliding back over my open mouth as a growl slipped from my throat.

And then bam.