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Cross-Breed

Summary:
Life for the Cullens has never been more complicated. With a strange kill reported the day of Jacob and Nessie's wedding, something strange is definetly happening in Forks. The question is, what? And what is it to do with Alice?


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5. Rage

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The girl’s neck was crisscrossed with scars. The curved scars of teeth. Vampire teeth. I thought of the scars that covered my face, my arms, all of me. I remembered how I had got them. And shuddered. Alice was frozen in place, one arm extended. This girl was strange. She had bites of vampires but she didn’t appear in Alice’s visions. She definitely wasn’t vampire. Or werewolf. So what was she? I had no idea. Carlisle came into the room. I read his confusion.

“Carlisle, this girl has bite marks on her throat. But she’s clearly not one of us” His eyes widened.

“We can’t let her leave here. We have no idea about this,” he said eventually.

“Edward won’t be happy,” Alice muttered.

“Let me handle Edward” I said, my tone hardening.

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The phone rang. We had been sitting in silence for so long it was a shock. I glanced at Alice. She was staring at the girl, as she had been for hours, rubbing her head. She was trying to find her in the future. I knew that gave her a headache. I sent a wave of relief at her and she smiled. It didn’t null her pain completely but it helped. Edward was sulking; Emmett and Rosalie were in their room. The rest of us just sat. The phone rang again. Bella sighed and picked it up. I could hear the person on the other end but I ignored it and focused on Alice.

“What is it Sue?” Bella asked. Her expression changed and I felt her shock, her horror.

“No!” she gasped and the phone slipped from her hand. Edward was down the stairs in a second. He caught the phone and held it up to his ear.

“What? Really? Thank you for telling us Sue” he put the phone down. I tried to calm Bella down. She looked like that if she could cry, she would.

“It’s Charlie,” she gasped. Everyone was in the room. They knew how much Bella cared about her father, and wanted to know what was happening.

“He’s…he’s been attacked by something. In the woods. They’ve taken him to hospital”

“Then that’s where we should be” said Carlisle “I’ll check on him Bella, don’t worry”

“Thank you,” she said.

“Bella, Edward, Esme and I will go see him. Emmett, Rosalie, go hunting. We all need to be at top strength. Jasper, Alice, stay with the girl” they darted from the room. I became aware of a feeling of worry. I turned to gaze into the concerned eyes of the girl.

“What’s happened?” she asked.

“The others have had to leave” Alice said.

“Is it my fault?” she asked.

“No, they’ve had to go to the hospital” I said, trying to send calm over to her. She looked at me, with a confused look in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Alice was confused, and so was I. what did she have to be sorry for?

“None of this is your fault” Alice reassured the girl.

“It is. The boy with the reddish-brown hair. He doesn’t like me. Neither does the girl with blonde hair. I don’t think any of them want me here,” she said. Sadness emanated from her.

“It’s not that. They’re just worried”

“Who’s Charlie?” she asked suddenly.

“He’s Bella’s dad. Bella is the girl with brown hair,” Alice said.

“What does he look like?” she asked.

“He’s got brown curly hair, quite tall. He’s head of the police,” Alice told her. The girl looked horrified, suddenly. Her eyes filled with tears.

“It is my fault!” she yelled, louder then I would have thought possible. She got up and ran through the house. We chased after her but she was incredibly fast. When we reached her, she was curled up in the garden, the rain falling on her.

“What’s wrong?” Alice asked. She looked up and I could see the grief and frustration in her eyes. Her eyes were no longer appeared brown, but red. Blood red. She shook her head and when she stopped, her eyes were brown again.

“It’s not your fault. How could it have been?” Alice said, trying to comfort the crying girl. It didn’t work.

“Stop saying that!” she yelled. Her body shuddered and convulsed. She fell to the floor, shuddering. Her body exploded with fur. A black wolf stood before us, eyes filled with anger.