Blood Moon [a Twilight Saga FanFiction]

Werewolves

"IS YOUR GIFT PICKING UP ON ANYTHING, Miss Elizabeth?" Igor asked.
     I smirked when he called me that again. I hadn't realised how much I missed it and wanted him to call me it, again.
     "Nothing," I sighed. "Perhaps it is not direct enough?"
     "I don't like this," Mary grumbled.
     We followed the scent for perhaps an hour. An hour of the smell getting worse. An hour of the stench making me want to run to get rid of the smell for good.
     I heard Mary gasp and she reached out to grab me as a very strong wind pushed the rancid smell towards us stronger than before. Their scents, this time, came with their past and somehow... I blacked out.
     When I came to I was against a tree. Igor was beside me and Mary was pacing around us.

     "I told you what I saw, Igor! The wind pushed the scent into her and she passed out! I don't know what her gift told her, but she's awake now so you can ask her yourself," Mary growled.
     "Why are you two fighting?" I asked as I sat up.
     Igor must have moved me, I couldn't smell it anymore... well, not properly. It was still in the back of my nose.
     "Are you okay?" Igor asked.
     "I thought vampires weren't supposed to be able to faint," Mary pointed out, looking at me.
     "I only know of one who does," Igor raised a brow to me.
     "The other time?" I asked and he nodded. "Well, apparently, I'm the only one then."
     "Are you okay?"
     "No," I answered, looking back to where our scents told me we'd come from. "I'm terrified."
     "Why?"
     "We were told Caius had them all killed," I babbled. "Caius' past told me that he killed them all!" I stood. "How far away from the scent are we?"
     "A hundred yards, what are you talking about? What is it?" Igor asked.
     "They, are werewolves," I stated. "Real, proper, werewolves. The kind that isn't supposed to move in packs but even one is strong enough to take a coven of thirsty vampires. But these ones are travelling in a pack. They formed it back when Caius destroyed the other werewolves and it became their nature to stay together."
     "That was before my lifetime. Are they immortal, too?"
     "No," I explained. "They create new members of their pack, just like we do. They create new werewolves to continue on their people before the older generation die."
     "Werewolves," Mary muttered. "Real... werewolves. Proper, full moon, silver bullet, werewolves?"
     "No silver bullets," I said as I dug into the wolves pasts.
     "No silver bullets," Mary laughed. It sounded nervous.
     "They're like us," I sighed. "The only thing that can tear them apart is either one of their own kind or one of their sworn enemies. And, also like us, the only way to kill them is to tear them apart and burn the pieces."
     "Lovely," Igor growled.
     "I propose we not attack on a full moon," Mary said with a smile.
     "They phase every night," I explained. "It's only on a full moon when they cannot control themselves and turn into a true monster."
     "Like vampires," Igor said.
     "What?" Mary and I asked.
     "You two wouldn't know because you've never not drunk animal blood, but for vampires who drink human blood, on a full moon, every urge, every feeling, especially the thirst, is escalated. It becomes unbearable, more so than the first year. I haven't felt it happen since I changed diet."
     "Did you see the phase of the moon in your vision, Mary?" I asked.
     She just shook her head.
     "We should call your brother," Igor sighed. "We'll need all the help we can get. If one can take out three vampires, imagine what a pack can do to even more."
     "And more than half of us are vegetarians," Mary added.
     I ran with them back to the house, though, something kept playing back in my mind about their past... though, the fact that werewolves were still at large kept pushing it to the side. So I did the only thing I knew would clear my head and make it all align as it should, I drew.
     "Carlisle, brother, we need assistance," Igor stated when Carlisle answered his phone.
     Igor turned as he spoke. He must have turned to watch me as he leant against the wall.
     I was too into my drawing of the wolves to hear what Carlisle responded with.
     "More than that. Miss Elizabeth got their pasts... we're going to need help, Carlisle. A lot of it."
     "Should we contact the Denali's?" Carlisle asked.
     I imagine that slipped through my focus because of who it mentioned.
     "They won't have time to get here," Mary said.
     "If we meet the London Coven where their futures disappear, there are three covens there. That should, theoretically, be enough," Igor mused.
     "Enough for what? Igor, you haven't told us the problem."
     "Werewolves, Carlisle. Proper ones. But like vampires, their lore isn't all correct. Miss Elizabeth can explain when you arrive."
     "We'll get there as soon as we can."
     "See you soon."
     "Avoid the northwest forests!" Mary yelled before they hung up. I looked up from my drawing to her. "Do you think he heard?"
     "Has their futures disappeared?" I asked her.
     Her eyes glassed over as she looked ahead. Then she smiled.
     "Okay, they get here safely."
     "What are you drawing, my love?" Igor asked as he approached me and I returned to the art.
     "Them. Igor, they're different," I stated as the pasts started to become clearer and make sense. "They're not like the werewolves of old. They have adapted to protect themselves, avoid humans as much as possible, caging themselves in a cave on the full moon. They've only ever encountered one other vampire coven before, and that coven tried to kill them. They hadn't done anything wrong," I said. "They age and bleed like humans, the only time they even let themselves get close to humans is so they can change the next generation of wolves, and the leader always chooses, and he has always chosen humans who don't have any other choice."
     "So, these wolves, they're like us?" Igor asked. "Dealing with what they have to keep themselves alive?"
     "And keep their race alive. Exactly."
     "So, why did the London coven disappear?" Mary asked.
     "They don't trust vampires, naturally," I explained. "They learn their histories from their change so they know what Caius has done to their people. They're just trying to keep their race alive."
     "Then we should speak with them," Igor said.
     "Not all of us at once," I sighed. "They'll attack a coven."
     I stopped drawing and closed the art book to finally look at my family.
     "Only one."
     "No," Igor snapped. "You're not facing them alone."
     "She knows their past," Mary said. "Igor, I don't like it either, but we know she has a gift of knowing how ones past affects their future. She can help them and talk to them in ways we can't. It has to be her, and she has to go alone."
     "No," Igor growled.
     "If it'll help, I'll go during the day," I said. "That way they can't hurt me. They'll just be like any other human."
     "There's a whole pack-"
     "A group of humans can't hurt me," I reminded him. "I'll be okay. Please, stay? I want them to trust us."
     He grunted and I went to kiss him, and just to hold him as we waited for the sunrise and my time to approach the werewolves.
     I didn't feel as scared anymore, understanding them. Knowing them better. So when the sun rose for the new day, I kissed Igor one more time.
     "I'll be back soon," I assured him. "Stay. Please."
     Then I ran back off towards the scent and towards the cave, the wolves would be coming out of after last night.
     I really didn't want to be apart from Igor again, but it needed to happen. The werewolves needed to be spoken, too.
     I made sure to hunt on my way there, otherwise, my eyes would have been terrifyingly dark. The fact that my diet was different from other vampires would help.
     When I approached the cave, I could hear the strong heartbeats inside, breathing, but no talking.
     The sound of the heartbeats echoed off the cave walls.
     "I'm not here to hurt you," I explained knowing at least one of them was awake.
     "Keep away from us, bloodsucker," the awake werewolf growled. He didn't sound nearly as intimidating as he would have as his monster form.
     "I'm coming in," I stated before I began to walk into the cave. "I say again, I mean your pack no harm."
     Around the corner, they came into my view. Three of the five were still asleep, recovering from their night, the older man, the man I knew to be their leader, Ian, who stood in front wore nothing but trousers, and it showed off his scars, the ones that marked what he was.
     His eyes were the most vivid green I had ever seen, the woman beside him had the same green eyes as well, she was naked and wrapped a blanket around her when she saw me. She was his sister, Beverly.
     "Your eyes..." the male muttered. "You..."
     "I don't drink human blood," I explained. "I don't want to. Instead of killing humans, I save them. I worked at the Hospital in town."
     "A vampire that saves lives?" Ian laughed.
     "Werewolves that travel in a pack and cages themselves from the humans during a full moon, and only turn humans who have no other choice?" I shot back to them. "And who leave a town when humans start getting suspicious?"
     "How do you know that?" Beverly muttered.
     "Because it's similar to how I live with my family. That and I have a gift of knowing pasts," I confessed. "There's so much more to vampires that you've never been told-"
     "Because they try to slaughter us the moment our scent touches their noses!" Ian snapped.
     "This is me," I reminded him. "Talking. I don't want to slaughter you, because that's not who I am. Can I tell you who I am?"
     Beverly walked up to her brother and while still holding the blanket tightly around her, she rested a hand on her brother's shoulder.
     "Let her speak, Ian," she said softly. "Remember, she can easily kill us now, the sun is up."
     Ian looked from his sister to me and grunted before sitting on a rock.
     Beverly sat with him and I spoke. I told them everything, from my human birth, my brother, my human life, or what I remembered of it anyway. My job and choices, and Carlisle's.
     I told them about Alfred collecting Cullens, told them about Igor and Verity. Mary and her talents. Edward, and Esme.
     I told them about the London Coven, how they weren't like my brothers and my family, but they were allies, friends... family but with a hated past.
     When it came to this lifetime, this timeline, I told them everything. The other? Nothing.
     When I finished speaking, the others were awake and had been listening, none of the five said anything, just watched Ian.
     "You're not the leader of your coven," Ian stated.
     I smiled at him.
     "Why are you speaking with us?"
     "My gift. With it, I know what your pack and your people have gone through."
     "Return here with Igor and we will discuss peace between us."
     "I am surprised you didn't ask us to join you at your house?" I stated.
    Beverly smiled and looked up at me, she was beautiful, in her own way.
     "I recognise your name, Elizabeth. There are people talking about you in town. Your coven mates are acting as dead in town at the moment, from that sinkhole," Ian stated.
     I didn't like the reminder.
     "So, we'll meet back here at the cave."
     "Thank you," I said. "I'll see you soon."
     He nodded and I turned to run back to Igor and Mary.
     Before they were out of my hearing, I did hear Beverly say, "I'm proud of you", and one of the others say "Jaques would be, too".
     Jaques. It didn't take me long to pull the name from their pack past. He was the pack leader before Ian. The one that turned them all.