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Only one will survive

The Cullen's are gone. Cadyna is alone again but imprisoned. The fate of the vampire, human and werewolf world rests on her shoulders. Only one will survive, they will be the unlucky one. The fourth story in the cross-breed series. Sequel to Cross-Breed, Hunting For Love and Alone (in the order)

I know, i'm so evil. I left everyone on a total cliffie at the end of the last story. But, i think i'm entitled considering that only two people reviewed. they reviewed more then once but still, two people! That really is pathetic! I need more reviews to fuel my creativity. If i don't on this story i will stop on a cliffie and not update any more.

21. 21 questions

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It was Friday afternoon. Holly and I had gone to fetch four deer for the werewolves to eat. Everyone else was preparing for tomorrows fight by hunting or training. We had managed to get sixty eight fighters (including the Cullen‘s, me and the Denali’s). Not enough. It turned out that Stephenie’s team had an additional seven members. Mark and Jack were both human. Faith, Charity, Destiny and Grace were sisters. They were also vampires and their sister Hope was being held hostage by the Volturi. There was Logan who was also a vampire and seem rather friendly with Holly (much to Rafe‘s annoyance, I had noticed). Edward still had his doubts about Jo being involved as she was only fourteen, but she insisted. We had another two werewolves that Garrett and Kate had found, Natasha and Callie. There was a coven of vampires that Edward knew, who he seemed reluctant to talk about. I asked Jasper about it and he explained that he had had another girl that he met whose sister was kidnapped and was part of the coven. There names were Shannon, she was the leader and had blonde hair with red and blue streaks. Her mate Aidan had sandy brown hair. Rhiannon had long braided brown hair and Jason had spiky black hair. He took an interest in me and Alec started getting protective.

“So, I’ve been thinking” I said to Holly.

“What about?” she asked.

“You know Stephenie said that the silver in those chains will stop you guys from changing back? Why don’t you tie it round you to stop from turning you in the first place?” she smiled.

“It doesn’t work like that” she pulled up her right sleeve. There was a long, thin crisscross scar, wrapped around her entire arm, up to her shoulder.

“About eighty one years ago, I got into a bit of trouble. I was in an industrial area and I got into a fight with a gang over territory. I fell onto some silver wire and it got wrapped around my arm. It burnt. I had to pull it out with pliers, it got that deep. So, I would end up dead before I needed to stop the transformation”

“Oh. So how come this stuff works to stop you changing back?”

“I have no idea Cadyna”

“Can I ask another question?”

“If you must,” she replied. She didn’t like talking about what she was and that’s what I was going to ask about.

“You hate what you are so much, why do you bother? I mean, saving yourself by pulling the silver wire out of your arm?” she sat on a rock.

“The day after I changed for the first time, I ran away from Rafe. He told me that I wouldn’t be able to survive without his help. I carry on to show him that I can” she sighed. Poor Holly. She’d had her life snatched away by someone and she carried on just because she hated him so much. I’d seen the way he looked at her, he loved her. Holly clutched her stomach in pain. Her eyes searched the sky and I followed. We’d been so busy that we’d lost track of the time. The others would be at La Push by now, getting ready to sedate the wolves and chain them up.

“We’ve got to get back,” I said. Holly nodded and we started to run. We weren’t far away when I realized Holly wasn’t behind me. I turned. She had fallen and was lying on the ground. I ran over to her side.

“Holly, c’mon. You can make it. Just a bit longer” I pulled her to her feet and pulled her along for a few metres before she fell over again.

“I’m so sorry Cadyna. I can’t fight it any longer,” she screamed in pain and I heard her bones crack.

“Run” she gasped before her body contorted and she howled in pain. Not a human howl either, a feral snarl that ripped through the night air and tore at my heart. More cracks, more howls as Holly’s body changed. I wanted to help my friend, so I stayed. Her transformation was sickening to watch, and judging by the howls and snarls of pain it was horrific for her too. Then she lay still. I stretched out a hand, uncertainly.

“Holly?” I whispered, to afraid to speak loudly. She looked up, whimpering.

“Holly?” I said, louder. She paced steadily towards me and whimpered louder. I put out a hand. It happened so quickly. Her expression changed from fear to rage and frustration. And hunger. She bared her teeth, hackles raised as her sharp claws cut a swathe through the grass. She opened her mouth, raised her head and howled. Her teeth were knife sharp and glistening with saliva. She leapt at me.