Eclipse spoilers incorporated. (read author's note below for explanation) Victoria has nothing and everything. She has no home, no surname, and no real memory of her human life. But she has James, and that is all that matters. When he is abruptly snatched from her life, she can't cope with the human emotion called pain and reacts with anger - anger toward one Isabella Swann. This is her vengeance. Author's note: The first chapter originally contained no spoilers. The first two chapters had been written before the launch of Eclipse. However, this story, from the first chapter onward, will contain one or two small spoilers. I had promised I wouldn't incorporate anything from the third novel, but from what I've read, I can't avoid it. I have NOT betrayed any plot detail from Eclipse -- merely used the few traits of Victoria we had learned. I personally had the book spoiled by a friend of mine, albeit on my request. I used everything I learned from her to write this story. Nothing directly out of Eclipse. I can assure you that what I came to know before even attaining the book did not affect the story in any way. Again, I reiterate: No plot has been given away. By the time this story reaches Eclipse - era, I doubt you will need to fear for spoilers. However, I feel that it is only fair that I warn you some aspect of Eclipse is spoiled in this story. Thank you for reading.
My first chaptered Twilight work. The story will switch categories a few chapters in. **SMALL SPOILER IN THE STORY** Author's note: The first chapter originally contained no spoilers. The first two chapters had been written before the launch of Eclipse. However, this story, from the first chapter onward, will contain one or two small spoilers. I had promised I wouldn't incorporate anything from the third novel, but from what I've read, I can't avoid it. I have NOT betrayed any plot detail from Eclipse -- merely used the few traits of Victoria we had learned. I personally had the book spoiled by a friend of mine, albeit on my request. I used everything I learned from her to write this story. Nothing directly out of Eclipse. I can assure you that what I came to know before even attaining the book did not affect the story in any way. Again, I reiterate: No plot has been given away. By the time this story reaches Eclipse - era, I doubt you will need to fear for spoilers. However, I feel that it is only fair that I warn you some aspect of Eclipse is spoiled in this story. Thank you for reading.
1. Chapter One - Games
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Chapter One - Games
by Marauder by Midnight
“What do you hear, James?”
I edged closer to his still form, not wanting to interrupt his concentration. This was different. Something was making those thunderous cracks, and it had nothing to do with the storm clouds that had gathered.
“They’re playing baseball.” James didn’t hide his incredulity.
I was amazed. What ever compelled these vampires to be so docile with the humans around them, being so…mortal they could take up human hobbies with such ease? I didn’t understand the game of baseball. I had never been fully able to mingle with the creatures whose existences were fleeting, not like James, so I had never even entertained the fact of learning their peculiar cultures.
“Curious,” Laurent sounded astounded. It was he who had suggested we get a bit closer. I glared at him. Laurent always had a strong, and annoying, interest in anything that was unusual. “Let’s go play.”
Reluctant agreement burned within me, but I shrugged noncommittally and peered at James to gauge his reaction. “We haven’t encountered any of our kind in a while,” I prodded. I never react without James’ approval, but secretly, I felt a desire to see what exactly this coven looked like. So strange.
James’ red eyes flashed with annoyance. “Very well.” I could tell that though he was unhappy about the nearby covet, he seemed as intrigued by them as we were. “I can’t tell how many there are from here. Victoria, be on your guard.”
I nodded eagerly, the hunger to prove myself lashing out as it always did when James needed me. Once more, I will prove my usefulness. My uncanny ability to slip through the heaviest defenses was prized by my mate, especially during games. That and my unwavering devotion to him were gifts I was too happy to give.
It was better than what Laurent offered. I smugly glanced at him; he had only his ability to remain civilized – a mere nuisance when hunting.
“Laurent, you will take the lead. That gives me the flexibility to examine the others.” Without warning, James broke into a sprint in the direction I had been facing.
I glared sharply at Laurent before following. I was still wary of the French vampire; I knew he would as soon turn on us as he had turned on his previous coven. I did not even glance back at the broken bodies we had left in our wake.
As I ran, the thundering overhead had died out. I told James briskly, never altering my pace, “They know.”
I heard his reply clearly, “Good.”
In front of me, I noticed James had slowed to a human’s jogging pace; he had seen the break in the trees before I did. I mimicked him, Laurent beside me, and waited cautiously. James seemed to be drinking in his surroundings. They were there in the clearing, I knew. Laurent and I waited silently as James listened.
Finally ready, James emerged first. I shoved Laurent forward, silently cursing him for forgetting his place. James seemed to have forgotten too and oriented himself quickly next to Laurent. When they had advanced a few paces, I myself stepped from the brush.
The field was large, too large to be natural. I could see places where the blades of grass were bent permanently; this field was frequented often. I could make out seven figures at the other end.
I was surprised by the others. They were so different. They clearly had the stink of civilization around them. Their postures were humane, erect, opposite of our almost crouched positions. They stared at us with golden irises; I could see the wariness in their eyes, though I didn’t know why they seemed so tense. I fleetingly thought about how wild I must look; I could hear the crackle of the leaves in my hair as I walked.
As if he read my mind, James began to straighten his back. In a split second, Laurent followed, and I inconspicuously stood straighter. Laurent began speaking sociably with the leader of the coven, but I paid no attention. My eyes flickered instinctively from each of the seven who were staring at us. I caught a glimpse of brown behind the one with copper hair. Eight.
Their casual stance wasn’t natural. Something was out of place. I began to get anxious. I couldn’t fail James here. I continued to look from face to face, trying to find a weak link in the barricade. If we needed to leave quickly and unexpectedly.
From the corner of my eye, I saw James’ neck muscles twitch. The slight movement went unnoticed by everyone else, but I knew what that meant. Something – or someone – in the clearing had caught his interest. I glanced at all the faces again suspiciously.
“…come back to our home with us and we can talk comfortably?” the blond leader was offering.
I couldn’t hide my surprise and exchanged a look with James. He, too, was caught off-guard but did not object. His silence gave Laurent the indication he needed.
“That sounds very interesting, and welcome,” Laurent responded with ease. Again, I tuned out the conversation and proceeded to study the vampires before me. I followed James’ line of sight to a petite pixie-like female near the middle of the huddle. Before I could ponder this any further, something happened.
James reacted just as I caught wind of the scent. Immediately he dropped into a crouch and took a step toward the source of the smell. I, too, responded though much more subtly; my sense of smell was not as strong as James’. My eyes began to flicker hungrily from the blank expressions of the males to the tiny thing they vainly tried to hide behind them.
The male closest to the human let out a snarl when James took a step. I saw a smile tug at James’ lips as he ducked to the right. As expected, the copper-haired one countered the move. The way he so ferociously guarded this human girl made it evident she was no snack.
Laurent, the buffoon, continued to speak diplomatically. “…we will not harm the human girl. We won’t hunt in your range, as I said.”
James’ blank eyes glanced at me, and I knew Laurent was now speaking for himself. It would do Laurent well if he knew of James’ wrath; he would have known to back off then and there. I knew there was no way James can ignore the girl now, not after the way the other had defended the mortal. We had to retreat, plan, and attack. I went back to attempting to look for a way in through these guarded and tense vampires and to the meal that lie behind them.
I watched suspiciously as three of them pulled the human away. Most likely hiding her from us. No use, I thought smugly. James and I were unstoppable. Not only will we slip past their defenses, but we will slip just as unharmed out fully satiated.
Then she disappeared in the shrubs. As soon as her entourage reached the cover of the trees, I knew they were running. I couldn’t help but smile. The mortal was certainly a handicap; I knew James would be able to catch up to them with no problems. Now it was only a matter of escaping the other four.
When the sounds of retreat was inaudible to James’ ears (they had completely faded for me by that point), he spoke quietly, “I’m afraid we,” he gestured toward me, “will have to decline your offer. It seems we are unwelcome here and have overstayed our visit.” I hid a grin. I knew the hunt had started.
Apparently the other coven leader understood as well. “That is fine.” His tone was still amiable though strained. “However, I would like to remind you that hunting on our grounds will be disastrous for you.”
I saw Laurent, who stood to my side and slightly forward, stiffen. Anger rippled through me, and my claw-like fingers curled. How dare he feel for those human-lovers! I couldn’t see his eyes, but I had a feeling he was embarrassed by our behavior. I couldn’t control myself, and a throaty growl came from my mouth. The four vampires tensed and took a step forward, but my attention was on Laurent. He began to glance around frantically at anything but me. He knew he was being warned – treachery, especially against James, was punishable by utter annihilation.
James bowed solemnly. “Of course. We understand.” He began to back away non-aggressively.
I, too, retreated slowly, my eyes nailed on Laurent. I was not as good a tracker, but this quarry had gotten me almost as excited as it had James. A couple paces back, I turned and broke into a run, James by my side.The game had begun.