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.
2. Chapter Two - Chess
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Chapter 2 - Chess
Marauder by Midnight
I followed James deep into the woods until he slowed to a halt. Once we came to a full stop, I asked eagerly, “What now?” It was safe to plan now. We were out of their hearing distance.
It wasn’t that I didn’t – couldn’t – think for myself. Even Laurent, who had been with us a few decades, sometimes glanced at me when he thought I was not looking, and I knew that he wondered about my voluntary servitude.
I wasn’t James’ servant, that much I was sure. There was a discernable certainty about James that had me leaning on him for everything. He picked our hunting spots. He navigated our paths. He decided our course of action. It wasn’t a dependency I was proud of, but nonetheless, I was permanently attached to him.
Naturally, I did not bother voicing my opinions; they were to be whatever James’ was.
“Victoria, you are to stay here,” he directed calmly, “while I – “
“No,” I blurted out loud. He snapped around to glare at me with annoyance and astonishment. “We stay together,” I said firmly through clenched teeth. My voice sounded angry, but it was something else that made me speak this way. I couldn’t quite name it, but the emotion had wrapped itself around me like a snake.
“This is a hunt, Victoria,” James snarled impatiently, “ we have no time for sentiments.”
He was frustrated with me again. I was surprised myself. Never had I defied him so openly, with such a blatant refusal to listen. It seemed like despite my intense hatred toward the human species, something I had seen in the field awoken very foreign emotions in me.
Seeing the male – the one with the copper hair – defend such a plain mortal was not strange – it was completely outlandish and unheard of. But the ferocious glare in the male’s eyes, his determination to protect such a fragile and unimportant creature, seemed to have seared me deeply. I realized what I had witnessed the impossible: love between a human and an underworld creature.
Instead of striking me as amusing, something else churned within me. Something that resembled what I had remembered as jealousy. I nearly laughed out loud at that idea. Me, jealous of the little mouse cowering behind the lions? But then what was it? What was it that was making me latch onto James like a handicap myself? What was it that had me desperately hope that James would show that devotion to me? And, oh, what was it that made me doubt, that black tar-like feeling, he would ever do such a thing?
“They’re not sentiments,” I snapped back, again shocking the both of us. “This isn’t like the other hunts, James,” I lowered my voice to a growl, “we have others involved this time.”
James laughed. “We needn’t call off the hunt because of the Cullen clan, Victoria. On the contrary, they are they key elements that make this so much…fun.” His eyes grew distant, and I saw something I had never seen before: vengeance.
“Do not underestimate them, James,” I warned but relented. My nervousness melted into eagerness, and I mentally pushed my objections to the back of my mind. I decided my feelings were probably due to my reluctance to surrender such a sweet-scented quarry to James, for he surely will claim the girl to himself.
James smiled gratefully at me, but I could tell his mind was solely on what we were to do.
“You’ll stay here, Victoria, while I follow the girl and her protector. I’ll come back and let you know where to go next.”
I bit my lip, something I had never done before. This night would be a night of many firsts. I didn’t like the idea of being so far from him. I wanted to be closer and have a better chance of yanking him out of the fight if it came to that. “The Cullens should be at their home by now. I could watch their activities.” And perhaps get my hands on Laurent, the traitor, I added silently.
He nodded with approval. “Go there then, but make sure you are not heard. I’m sure they will take the girl back to their rally point. Then we’ll wait.”
James’ lips were set in a thin line. “Laurent, we will deal with after this. He is too much of a coward to fight us. We do not need to worry about him yet.”
The plan seemed reasonable. My abilities to withdraw along with James’ tracking talents were a lethal combination. We’ve overcome many humans with our skills and with a variation to the current plot. However, we’ve never dealt with so many of our own kind. Though their pet will be a disadvantage for them, the odds were against us; seven to two were not numbers I wanted to think about. On top of that, we were to be separated. Not only was I to function for an indefinite time without James, but also one’s proficiencies were severely weakened without the other. We complemented each other fully.
“James, why don’t I come with you, and together, we can take down the three and the girl?” It was my last effort to keep us together.
James shook his head with resolve, and a hint of irritation crept back into his tone. “The other four are still relatively close by. It would not be difficult for them to sense our fight and join in.”
I was always in agreement with James, but why did I feel so insecure? The feeling and word were unfamiliar, rusty from disuse, but surprisingly powerful. I fought the urge to beg him not to go through with this, but four hundred years of supernatural existence had strengthened my pride. Yet, I let him know my dissatisfaction with my eyes.
He approached me and kissed my forehead. I wrapped my arms around his lean body and showed no restraint as his mouth moved over mine.
Our embrace was not similar to those humans displayed; our minds no longer functioned in the same way as the civilized do. Rather, I believed we showed affections toward each other in other ways, animalistic though they were. Show me a human couple whose couplings were as wild and as passionate as ours. Show me two who have been together three hundred years and still share a fervent love for each other. Show me a woman who cares for her mate more than I do.
We broke apart soon after; there was no time to waste. For a moment, it seemed as if James had touched me only to help me focus. He never was as passionate as I was, even in lovemaking. For a fleeting instant, I felt like a child once more, one that needed to be placated every so often. Before I could dwell, however, James spoke.
“It’s a game of chess,” he abruptly said, his tone light and subtly thrilled. Darkness was falling rapidly, but I could still see the glint of his burgundy eyes. “Several pieces, each with a different ability, a different method of protection – all ready, at a moment’s notice, to sacrifice themselves to guard the king.”
I was surprised by his choice of analogy. I was aware that James could blend in with the humans with ease, and on several occasions he had done so simply for amusement. I never thought that from these excursions he now had an arsenal of foreign weapons at his disposal – all stored in his head. I myself, the more recently transformed, was only vaguely familiar with the rules of chess. Yet another instance of my decrepit existence next to his. Despite my astonishment and self-scolding, I held my tongue and allowed him to continue.“Our goal is to take the king and avoid being captured ourselves – though, under these circumstances, the punishment would be more dire,” he said wryly, “The pieces in play are more powerful than a handful of ivory toys. And the game must be strategically played. One false move, and it is checkmate. Avoid the others if you can, Victoria.” I nodded solemnly. “We’ll go straight for the king herself right under their noses.”