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The storyline and non-Twilight characters are my creative fault and mine alone.
The storyline has women loving women, oh my, "Danger! Will Robinson Danger!" If this kind of love scares you, well darling turn around and go back the other way.
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An Evolutional Variation
As if it was a sharpened blade honed to perfection the scream that sliced through the air penetrated deeply into Gabriella Goodwin's cold dead heart. The tall angular woman grimaced at the pitiful sound echoing through the night air. Her adopted son Conrad already in his wolf body growled deeply hearing the wail. They both exchanged a glance, no words were spoken aloud, and none were needed. In a blink Gabriella was gone from her spot and Conrad tore off at full speed running to where the screams originated. That was one limit to her talent of teleportation, when Conrad was in wolf form she couldn't bring him with her as she could in his human form. Though she wasn't exactly sure why, but she theorized him being a wolf and her being a vampire had something to do with it.
Gabriella popped to where her senses had guided her towards the agonized wail. The scene before her eyes was one of absolute horror. Fuck was the only word that repeatedly crashed in her mind as she took in the sight before her. A young male vampire had what appeared to be a young girl in his grasp. His teeth sunk deep into the girl's neck ripping the head from her legless body. Her eyes flashed from their normal golden amber to obsidian black. Instinct to protect, so primal, so fierce she reacted in a blur, faster then a normal person could witness.
Sinking her teeth deep into his neck, her pooling venom penetrating into his veins. The man released his own bite on the girl's throat as he howled in pain. Taking advantage of this, using her full strength Gabriella ripped the arm she had grabbed from his shoulder. His screech was music to Gabriella's ears as she flung the limb far away. He dropped the girl who fell like a rag doll as he tried to fight Gabriella off with his one arm. It was a lost cause, Gabriella was not only older, she was far more experienced in battle. As he tried to reach for her with his arm she disappeared only to reappear in front of him grabbing his right leg and ripping it from his body. Flinging the appendage as she had his arm, the beast in her roared for her to rip his head from his body.
All Gabriella wanted to do was to destroy the monster who struggling on the ground before him. Tear his head from his body and burn his body to hell but a soft mew from the rag doll slipped into her mind. With a growl, she kicked the fallen vampire and sent him crashing into the distant tree line unleashing a thunderous sound through the forest.
Perhaps if she had been younger, if she hadn't been a vampire, if her eyes hadn't witnessed inhumane abominations over the decades her stomach would have roiled and she would have vomited at the sight of the young girl. Yet, Gabriella had lived over two centuries had seen life at its best and at its worst and some had touched her on a personal level. With a sigh she went to the torn girl, kneeling down she touched the beautiful face and hoped she had been in time to save her.
Hearing her son trotting into the meadow she turned towards the large dark gray wolf, "Conrad gather her legs." Gabriella's voice deep and husky.
Her son nodded his wolf head, inhaling deeply to catch the girls scent he darted off too find the limbs. As her son left Gabriella gently cradled the ravened haired girl into her lap holding the nearly severed head carefully.
"Fuck," Gabriella breathed out as waited for her son to return.
Gazing at the girl she could only shake her head and pray to all the spirits she knew that the little rag doll wouldn't be too damaged. Gabriella knew from personal experience limbs could be reattached but she just didn't know if it was true with the head. Yet, she hoped that since it hadn't been completely severed there would be a chance for the tiny beauty.
Hearing her son come back and though it had only been minutes Gabriella felt like it had been hours. Raising her head, she saw he had shifted to back to his human form carrying two small legs under his arm.
"The bastard is still alive," he grumbled to her deeply.
"I know," she sighed in return, "and as much as I want to finish the job we need to take her away from here."
"We'll she survive?"
"Perhaps, but fuck Conrad I just don't know if she does what the damage has done to her."
"We'll cross that road Gabi," touching her head with his free hand. "Sara will be worried."
Nodding her head, "your right one step at a time. Lets get this little one home and go from there."
Closing her eyes and concentrating, Gabriella, Conrad and the rag doll disappeared from the meadow just as a howl of anger broke through the air.