Hybrid
Hybrid
She wasn't ugly, but not remarkably beautiful either. Not too fat, not too tall, not too loud, but definitely not shy. Steelly grey eyes that matched the clouds that hung over Forks under serious eyebrows made her look continually determined. This, paired with a jet black, short, shaggy bob gave her a tomboyish edge. A delicate jaw shape and heart lips redeemed and otherwise solemn face.There was really nothing very special about her at all, and yet still, much more than ordinary.
These were the thoughts of the Cullen/Hale/Black family, back in their old roost or Forks, Washington for another round of highschool. It had been nearly fifty years since they were last here, and yet surrounded by totally new people, the town itself had changed very little. This was just fine for the Cullen/Hale/Black family, who themselves had not changed either. As the largest group of supernatural beings living together in North America, they counted themselves lucky to have a place to retreat to.
Forks was where werewolf Jacob Black is the Alpha of the wolves in La Push. He and his wife Renesmee had remained on the reservation while the rest of the family went to travel the world.
Carlisle Cullen is the founder of the clan, he created Esme, his wife, Edward, a mind reader, Rosalie, the diva, and Emmet, the jokester. They were later joined by Alice, who can see the future, and Jasper who can feel and manipulate the emotions of those around him. During there last visit to Forks, Edward met Bella, who was a human at the time. After war and conflict and a messy love triangle and a wedding, Bella became pregnant with Edward's baby, only possible because she was still a human. She had Renesmee, a half human-half vampire baby. An overdose of vampire venom saved Bella from near-death, and Jacob imprinted on Renesmee. A stand off with the Volturi came to a draw, and the Cullen/Hale/Black Family dispersed for a while.
They came back together for a short time when Renesmee and Jacob had twins, a boy and girl named Jurni and Caohme. They were the closest thing the world had to a wolf/vamp hybrid, so everyone held their breath for what would come. Other than a growth spurt more dramatic than Renesmee's, Jurni turned into a normal werewolf and Caohme remains ageless.
Now they were back, and they were watching the newest member of Forks High School, Janessa Marquez. She seemed to slide right into the routine, as though there were no new school shock at all, though still in the first week of attendance. All of her teachers already liked her, not surprising seeing how she always got her work done on time, early even. Popularity was common for new students, but sophomore Janessa seemed to like the freshmen more. She was not unaware of the Cullen/Hale/Black family(CHB). It was impossible to live in Forks and not know about the CHB. Not only was their 'father' the best doctor they had ever had, their seclusive tendencies and perpetual good looks made them hard to ignore. Edward had been the first to really notice her. As a mind reader, he had learned to tune out the insipid voices of teenage thoughts. It wasn't until he was directly adressed by Janessa that he realized he could not hear her thoughts. In Environmental Science, they were supposed to be writing an essay about landfills. At the end of class, she said something to him, but he hadn't caught it. Edward was used to just looking into a person's mind to see what they wanted, but it was like there was nothing there. the affect was not unlike missing a stair at the top of the staircase, or perhaps falling because the wall you meant to lean on wasn't there. She stared at him, large dark grey eyes boring into him in a way that made him feel as if she were drilling into his very soul. Not used to floundering in this manner, Edward forced himself to speak.
"What?" he said, with an air of helplessness and an ounce of defense. Now, she looked a little annoyed.
"I said, 'Your chair is on my bag.' Three minutes ago. When the bell rang." she said. Edward then noticed that the room was very empty, except for the teacher, Janessa and him.
"Er, excuse me." he muttered, moving his chair.
"Thanks." she said flatly, then left. Edward was puzzled by this. The only person's thoughts who he could not hear, were Bella's. But that was nothing like this. Everyone's mind was like a speaker, Bella's talent was being able to cover hers. But Janessa didn't seem to have one at all. He wasn't the only member of the CHB to notice that Janessa was strangley immuned to their supernatural powers. Emmett had her in his Geometry class. He made an off color comment in his usual fashion. This, however, earned him an icy glare from Janessa that made even his century old vampire skin crawl. Jasper, also in that class, immediately hoped to 'help', but could not find her emotions. Emmett had been feeling uncomfortable, and those around him were amused, but there was no emotion for the expression on Janessa's face.
It was now lunch time. Of course, everyone at CHB table had food, but no one was eating, except Jacob and Jurni. Edward had conveyed what he noticed, Jasper and Emmet corroborated, and now they were taking turns studying her, because it would definitely be noticed if ten pairs of unblinking eyes were trained on one person. Janessa sat with a group of freshmen, talking and eating. She didn't smile, but she didn't look bleak or angry.
The freshmen around her would spuratically burst into laughter or call out, but she did little more than nod interestedly. Of course, Rosalie went snooping. Janessa was an emancipated minor living in the house that her deceased grandmother willed to her, her parents were also dead. Her grandpa was some kind of entrepreneur that traveled all over the world selling planes or something. she had a perfect record. She was also part Quiliette Indian.
None of this information was remotely helpful. Nor were Jurni's thoughts. Edward was a litte uneasy with Jurni's infatuation, it was his grandson afterall. he also recalled similar thoughts from Jacob over fifty years ago, and how painful it was for him. If Jurni was meant to imprint on someone, it would happen the at first sight, right? It didn't matter what Jurni felt right now. However human Janessa seemed to be, without his mind reading edge, Edward felt exposed, threatened even. Whether she was just a girl with latent abilities like Bella was, or something more sinister, he knew it was imperative he find out.
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this are getting intresting
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Interesting! Who is Roman?
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Chpt 8
Rosalie and Esme were following her
scent through the trees. Alice had taken a walk
earlier that morning. No one thought anything of it
until Edward mentioned that her seer talents were
gone. Jasper decided he was too angry to try and
comfort her, so Rosalie and Esme were looking for
her. They stopped where her scent seemed to spread
out. It was like she had run in dizzy circles for an
hour. They looked at one another, wondering where
she was. The slightest creak from one of the nearby
trees made them look up. Rosalie spotted her small
form through the branches and began to climb,
shortly followed by Esme.
"Well. I was trying to pick out an outfit today, but
you weren't there to help." Rosalie said, trying to
situate herself on a branch closest to Alice. She just
stared out onto the other trees. Esme reached them
and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Rosalie copied her, and they exchanged glances over
her head. Alice suddenly spoke.
"I wasn't really seeing anything anyway. Now that I
think about it, it was slowly getting weaker. Maybe I
was trying to hard to see around Renesmee and the
twins and the Werewolves...." she said, trailing off
like a human would if their throat was starting to
feel tight or tears were welling in their eyes.
"You'll be okay, Alice, there's nothing wrong with
not being able to see the future." Esme said.
"Yeah, it's not like that's the only reason we like you
or something." Rosalie said. Alice swallowed, trying
to rid her throat of the nonexistence lump. She
knew they still loved her, but she still couldn't shake
the hollow feeling she had.
"I don't know what it's like to have a gift like yours
or Jasper's or Edward's, but I do know about loss."
Esme said. Both Alice and Rosalie looked at her.
"I'm speaking, of course, of the baby I lost, the
reason I tried to kill myself. When I first found out I
was pregnant, it was exciting, yes, but that thrill
didn't last long. After a week, I was used to the idea.
To other people, it was amazing and enviable, but it
was second nature to me. Then I began to have
complications. I thought 'No problem, I just need to
see a doctor, I'll need to be extra careful'. I didn't
think for a minute that I would have a miscarriage,
there was no reason for me too. I was healthy, maybe
tired sometimes, but not less than that. When the
problems got worse, I wondered what people would
think of me if I did lose the baby. I wasn't exactly
talented or well liked, the being pregnant seemed to
be the only special thing about me." Esme said,
looking down. Rosalie and Alice were listening
intently. They had known that Esme tried to commit
suicide over a miscarriage, but she never went into
detail.
"Well, as you know, I miscarried. Complications
during the abortion made me unable to have
children even as a human. I don't remember too
much after that, just feelings of emptiness. Then of
course, becoming a vampire." She finished. They
were quiet as the story was taken in. Alice suddenly
began to laugh, which startled Rosalie and Esme.
"What are you laughing at?" Rosalie asked, staring
bizarrely at her sister.
"E-Esme, I'm sorry. I know you were trying to relate
with me, and you did, you've made me feel much
better, but...." Alice said between laughs, unable to
restrain herself. The tree was beginning to quiver
and creak a little.
"But....?" Esme asked, bemused at her odd
behaviour. Alice's laughing began to subside into
giggles.
"Don't you think you could have chosen a morale
story that didn't end in suicide?" she asked, trying
to keep from another laughing jag. Rosalie snickered
and Esme chuckled a little. Maybe it was an odd
thing to laugh at, but it was admittedly a poor move
to tell a depressed person a motivational story where
the protaganist kills herself. Once they composed
themselves, they climbed down from the tree and
began the trek home in a much lighter mood than
when they came.
The Black Residence....
Jurni woke with a start. It took several
seconds, but he relaxed when he realized it was a
dream. It had been a while since he actually had a
dream, an intense one at that. His life had been too
dull to want to relive when he was asleep. He shut
his eyes and tried to recall his dream, which was
starting to fade from memory already. Jim was there,
of course. She had been at the forefront of his mind
for a while now, which was a problem, now that he
thought about it.
In his dream, he was standing between
her and the CHB. Edward was angry at him and
kept telling him to get out of the way. Jim's glare
told him he'd be sorry if he moved an inch. Jurni
did move though, not out of the way, but towards
Jim. She continued to glare at him, demanding to
know what he was doing and that he'd better get
back to his place. These words, like the rest of her
sharp dealings with him only seemed to feed his
unreasonable longing.
Jurni clenched his teeth, remembering
reaching for her, reaching out to touch her slim
shoulder. But before he could make contact, they
were wretched apart. Voices, Edward's, Renesmee's,
Caohme's, Carlisle's, Leah's, all telling him not to,
that he couldn't, he shouldn't. He was fighting with
something, blindly tearing and pushing it away from
from him. It came from everywhere. There was no
retreat. He could only hope to get away. That was
when he woke up.
He didn't know what bothered him
more, the fact that he was having these types of
feelings, or the fact that they were for Jim. Honestly,
maybe he liked her from the moment he saw her.
Knowing what she was now, shouldn't he be....put
off? Would this be considered masochism? Jurni
could have analyzed this to death if Jake, Renesmee
and Caohme hadn't arrived when they did. He
dressed and went down to to join them. They
looked tired, no doubt they were up all nigh discussing 'strategy' with Edward.
"Morning." Caohme yawned over orange juice.
"Yup." Jurni said. Renesmee was pulling things for breakfast fridge and cupboards tiredly. Jake was already nodding off at the table.
"Did I miss much?" Jurni asked, after no one volunteered information.
"No....well, Edward said he wanted to move, but I don't think anyone wants to leave. Oh, and Alice, she can't see the future anymore." Renesmee said. Jurni stared. They didn't seem too concerned, but it sounded serious.
"Is she okay?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at their listlessness.
"I'm sure she'll be okay." Jake mumbled. Jurni realized how very tired they must be.
"Emmett wants his Camaro back." Caohme said. Jurni suddenly rememberd that he left the car near Jim's house. He thought immediately of seeing her again, then caught himself. He felt that this could quickly turn into something unhealthy if he wasn't careful. That aside, Emmett wanted his Camaro back. There was nothing wrong with passing by her house to pick up the car.
All Jurni had to do was keep it that simple.
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O_O the format came out weird
oh well ~_~
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Chpt 7
Jim's expresson hadn't changed throughout the entire time Jurni was relating his life story. It was really strange how easily he could tell her everything. Maybe it was because he knew Edward wouldn't approve. Maybe because something inside him WANTED her to know, he wanted her to know about him.
".....and last year, we returned for another run through high school." Jurni finished. Finally Jim moved, but it was just to rest her chin on her fist. Jurni patiently waited for her to speak, glancing about her living room. It was modernly furnished with the scent of new paint and carpet, different the old fashioned exterior of the house. The kitchen also looked as if it had been recently remodeled.
He then shook his head, wondering how he could be thinking of petty things like that when he was quiet probably in mortal danger. This was really strange. It was really hard to be cynical or darkly sarcastic at the moment, which was how Jurni usually thrived. But how could he be even remotely unhappy right now? He never expected to be so close to Jim in such a short time, no matter how she felt about him. It was irrationally thrilling.
"This is unnatural. Even for the supernatural. I don't even know what to think. Your vampires aren't real vampires. Your werewolves aren't real werewolves. They both live so closely that they've actually become family, and you're both." Jim said, as though saying it out loud would make it sound any less insane. Jurni only shrugged, and smiled apologetically. Jim wished he would stop trying to charm her. It was annoying, besides the fact that it wouldn't work. She pushed this from her mind.
"So, hypothetically, what do you think would happen if your clan or family, or whatever it is you call it, were to find out that I'm a slayer. An ex-slayer." Jim asked, correcting herself.
"I seriously have no idea. Edward thought you were part of the Volturi, and that was pretty much the only reason he was bugging out. As for being a slayer...if you don't plan to take out any vampires or werewolves, I'm sure they'll be fine with it." Jurni said. Okay, it was starting to get ridiculous, even for Jurni. It really wasn't suiting for him to be so...happy.
"But we still don't have to tell them." Jim said.
"Whatever." Jurni answered, trying to reinstate his uncaring attitude. From Jim's raised eyebrow, he might have over done it.
"It's you're business, really. I don't seem to have a choice in the matter anyway." He said, playing it down.
"You're right, you don't. Just keep your grandpa out of your head, and we won't have a problem. Other than that, stay out of my way." She said, standing up. This was Jurni's queue to leave, but he took his time. Things had just gotten interesting again, and he wasn't anxious to leave.
"I can keep Edward out of my head, as long as I'm focused." He said, slowly getting to his feet.
"Then I guess you'd better stay focused." Jim said, now suspicious of his sudden return to indifference.
"But even I can't keep my thoughts under control 24/7. I can stay away at night, I usually sleep at my house on the reservation anyway, but during the day at school, my mind can wander during those boring lectures and educational movies. I might let something slip. On accident, of course." Jurni said nonchallantly. Jim narrowed her eyes.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Nothing but perhaps some company at school. You know, a distraction to keep me from thinking about certain things?" Jurni said hintingly.
"So, what you're saying is that you want a friend at school?" Jim asked.
"If you'd like to use such strong terminology, then sure." he said.
"Some one who knows your secret and is also unfortunately 'gifted', some one you can level with? You just want someone to talk to, right?" she said. Jurni could feel this getting uncomfortable. She was reading into it too much.
"Something like that, yes." he shrugged. She grinned in a way that made him more unnerved than when she had a knife to his neck.
"I think I can accomodate you." Jim said confidently.
There was nothing left to say, so Jurni simply got up and left. Jim listened to him walk away before picking up her phone. International calls can take a while but she was patched through relatively quick. That familiar voice at the other line responded, and Jim couldn't help but grin.
"Hey Roman. You're not busy are you?" she asked, then listened for the reply. No, he wasn't busy.
"Great, listen, remember when you said you'd like to visit America sometime? How about now?" Jim said, sitting down and crossing her legs. Asking was a formality, Roman would never turn her down. He agreed, as expected, but he wanted to know why, if there was any trouble.
"Not trouble, exactly. Vampires, yes, shapeshifters, yes, but no trouble. Weird, huh? I'll explain more when you get here." She promised.
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I had to re-post this chapter after realizing Jurni left in his car.
sorry to chum it up like that, but chapter nine is coming soon!!
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Chpt 9
After much nagging, Bella managed to
get Edward out of the house, not just for his sake,
but for everyone else. His obsessing would only be
get worse as his eyes grew darker. She made him
promise not to mention a word about Jim until they
got back.
"There's nothing around for miles. Mountain lions
are usually active right now, bears would be getting
ready for hibernation, there's never a shortage of
dear...." Edward was muttering out loud while he
and Bella were trying to pick up on some game. But
the scents were old, and there didn't seem to be
many animals in their usual hunting radius. Bella
diligently searched for something fresh, knowing
how grumpy Edward could get when he was thirsty.
Then she smelled something that made her stop. It
was strong and animalistic, but not like any animal
that would be present in the Olympic Range.
"Edward..." she said. He quickly appeared, then he
smelled it too. Bella wrinkled her nose a little. It was
starting to stink.
"Wow, that's almost as bad as Sam's pack." Edward
said.
"What is it? A bear?" Bella asked, trying to place the
smell.
"No, but it's big." Edward said, following the scent a
few feet.
"And fresh. Should we follow it?" Bella asked.
Edward didn't answer. The scent was too strong to
be an animal, he would recognize it if it were one of
Jake's pack, Sam's pack wouldn't be anywhere near
here, and all of the usual animals seemed to have
been spooked days ago.
"I don't think so. Not yet anyway. It could be another
wolf, one that we don't know about and that doesn't
know about the treaty." Edward said, backing away.
Bella nodded.
"You still need to hunt. Maybe we should try
towards the lake." She said, pulling his arm. Edward
followed her, but he didn't stop thinking about that
scent. It was as strong as the wolves', the smell
wasn't the same. It didn't have the deep, wet, woody
dog smell of the wolves. That smell was like nothing
he had ever sniffed before.
Taking a Walk in the Woods....
This probably wasn't the best idea,
tramping about alone in the dense woods. Not that
Jim would get lost, but the smell of werewolf and
vampire was very strong and it was everywhere.
She really didn't want to make any
trouble here, she had already had plenty of that. Of
all the places she had been, all the sunny and
mellow weathered states and countries, Forks
seemed to automatically top the list. It was
frustrating to find out there was so many
supernaturals here. And when Jim was frustrated,
she liked to walk it out.
It wasn't just that there were vampires
and werewolves here, she could easily take care of
that problem, it was that they were weird vampires
and werewolves. Or shapeshifters. Jim shook her
head. She was familiar with shapeshifters. They were
supposed to be nature's way of ridding itself of
vampires. She was still trying to wrap her head
around that fact that these were shapeshifting
wolves, not the infectious kind. Real werewolves or
not, it was still mind boggling that there could be
vampires here.
The vampires, 'vegetarian' vampires. Jim
thought there was something strange about their
yellow eyes. This was even more confusing than
shapeshifting wolves. It was easy to kill vampires
when she knew that they were just mindless
murdering machines. But vampires that didn't kill
people?
Jim had to admit she was intrigued by
this. but she still didn't trust them. Vampires and
werewolves can be infintely devious. Retired or not,
she couldn't afford to be caught off guard.
She suddenly stopped, realizing that she
smelled something familiar. Roman, she thought
excitedly. That enthusiasm quickly faded when she
realized there was no way he could have gotten here
that quickly. This was puzzling, because that scent
was definitely his.
Then she heard someone walking
through the trees. Jim recognized Jurni's smell and
hid. What was he doing back? She listened to him
stroll past her hiding place in the direction of her
house. Though she didn't want to admit it, Jim was
a little pleased that he was coming back. Maybe she
was looking forward to taunting him again.
As quietly as she could, she followed
him. When they were close to turn off to her house,
he stopped, looking in that direction. Was he going
to chicken out? Jim waited.
It seemed like forever, but Jurni turned
and began to walk toward the main road. She
huffed in disappointment, but still followed him. He
came to a car that was partially hidden by a large
tree. More disappointment, he just came for the car.
Jurni went around to the drivers seat, but Jim
decided she wasn't going to give up that easy. When
he went to open the door, she sprinted around and
place her hand on it. Like a delayed response, Jurni
looked at her hand with befuddlement, then looked
at her in surprise.
"Were you really going to pass by without saying
hello?" she asked.
"I, uh, well....yeah. Were you following me?" Jurni
asked, raising an eyebrow, hoping to cover his
stammer. Jim was a little taken back by his
reproachful tone and couldn't come up with an
answer. Jurni knew he had hit it right on the nose
without expecting to and couldn't help but feel
amused. Her cheeks grew hot, which made her even
more flustered.
"I heard you coming up and I wanted to make sure
you didn't come near my house again. Do you know
how much it smells around here without it being so
close to home?" she demanded. Jurni didn't answer,
too busy trying to fight his smile at her adorably
weak alibi.
"Ugh." Jim scowled and began to march away.
"See you tomorrow!" Jurni called at her. She threw
up her hand as if to swat his friendly good bye right
back at his face. Jim heard him drive away but was
still angry with herself. She never got tongue tied or
lost for words, she definitely never let someone best
her, not that easily.
Jim only stopped when she crossed
Roman's scent again. She put her hands on her hips.
There was this matter now. It wasn't that she didn't
want him herem but how long had he been here? If
he was already running around, then he knew about
the vampires and werewolves. She was suddenly
anxious. Roman wouldn't start hunting on someone
else's turf unless there seemed to be a surplus of
dangerous supernaturals. Which was exactly what
Forks appeared to have.
Jim didn't have any particular love for
vampires, but these vampires were undeniabley
different. Something didn't quite sit right at the
thought of killing them. She had to find Roman
before something happened.
The CHB house.....
Bella and Edward had taken their time
getting back. The air was signifigantly happier after a
few hours of not talking about Jim, so Edward
decided to wait a little before bringing up the weird
smell. Carlisle was listing which houses they could
move into when it was time to leave Forks again,
from Isle Esme to Greenland. Rosalie was trying to
talk them into letting her and Emmett take a trip to
her island. It had been a century since the two had
last been there, but Esme would be perfectly happy
to wait another century to let them back. Bella then
noticed that Emmett was gone.
"Where is Em?" she asked, looking around though
she was sure he wasn't anywhere in the house.
"Emmett and Jasper went to hunt again, just to be on the
safe side." Carlisle said delicately. Everyone else
uneasily suspected that they were sparring so Jasper
could get his anger out. That was probably another
reason why the attitude of the CHB house had
improved, Jasper wasn't radiating negative emotions.
"Why don't you and Emmett take a trip to Alaska?
The animals should be nice and fattened up for
winter." Alice said, trying to help Esme on her
mission to keep her little island intact. Rosalie
sighed.
"I suppose. We haven't been in contact with the
Denali in a while anyway." she said a little unhappily.
Edward then wondered if Emmet and Jasper would
pick up on that strange scent. If they did, they
would probably go after it. If the smell was a new
werewolf, Emmett probably wasn't the best
welcoming committee. He didn't want to panic
anyone, so he turned and made to leave.
"Where are you going?" Bella asked.
"Just going to talk to Jasper. Try to clear the air."
Edward lied smoothly. If they thought he was going
to work out a personal problem, they would most
likely let him go. He was right, and he quickly
started after Jasper and Emmett's scent.
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Bonus Story 3: the Shapershifters of South Africa
In 1737, a pioneer missionary named Georg Schmidt
set up the first Protestant mission in the Cape
colony of South Africa. It went okay for a while, but
ultimately, there was an upheaval amongst the
colonists about his teachings and he left soon after
that. Schmidt had gone to Holland to be ordained,
and was supposed to return, but he didn't. He left
several of the pioneers that had accompanied him
there stranded amongst people who wanted them
gone. They had problems with the natives and
disease and all the other things that come along
with pioneering, but they eventually settled on one
of South Africa's plains, and faded from memory.
Years went by, nearly a century, and the Cape
Colony had see a fair amount of conflict since
Schmidt left. Many British people had come to
increase the size of the white settlement, causing the
native people to relocate. A certain group of South
Africans settled near a river with the dull hope to be
left to farming.
A member of this tribe, a young woman had taken a
walk up river to collect water. She waded into the
water until she was knee deep and used her hands
to splash it on her face. After only a few seconds, she
knew something wasn't right, she felt like she was
being watched. She turned around and gasped,
falling off balance and landing with a splash in the
water.
A dazzling figure stood before her, his skin
twinkled like a million stars were on it's surface. He
stared at her with black, unblinking eyes, standing
so still the woman wondered if he was real, he was
so breathtaking. But his beauty didn't completely
distract her from her anxiety.
She began to back away. He was suddenly next to
her, his hand on her arm. He moved so fast that if
she had blinked, she would have missed it and his
grip was icy cold, more frigid than anything she had
ever felt before. The woman struggled with his
grasp, but his skin was rock hard and unyielding.
Now she was really terrefied. But before another
thought formed in her head, they were slammed
into by something huge and furry. The woman was
free but stunned. The scene unfolding before her
eyes was unbelievable.
A lion, nearly twice as large as any lion she had ever
seen was wrestling with the cold, dazzling man. The
vicious growls and snarling caused the hair to raise
on the back of her neck. An earsplitting tearing
noise made her cringe as the lion ripped off one of
the sparkling man's arms. His inhuman shriek last
only a moment because his head was torn off
promptly after that.
The lion stared at the remains of the strange being,
then looked sharply up at the women who
whimpered in fear at his uncanny eyes. There were
much more than animal which was scaring than
being at the mercy of a regular lion. The marvels
weren't over yet. The lion began to change, shrink
and lose it's fur. In a few short moments, a tall light
skinned man stood where had just been a enormous
animal. He didn't mind her and went about
gathering grass and wood upon the corpse. It wasn't
long before he had a blaze going. He threw the arm
and the head into the fire as well. Without another
look at the young woman, he turned back into a
lion, then ran off into a distant plain.
When the woman finally made it back to her village,
she was so shaken that no one could make her
speak. But when she did, the tale she related struck
fear and awe into the hearts of her friends and
family.
From then on, stories and legends sprung up
around the sparkling man and the giant lion that
turned into a white man, fueled by close calls with
the cold creatures and humongous felines and even
the occasional body that would turn up, drained of
it's blood. Some people believed that the
shapeshifting lions would protect them, and they
often left out entire antelopes or zebras as tribute to
the massive animals. Even today, this is still
practiced in more obscure parts of South Africa.
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Permalink Reply by iWerewolf on -
Your story is great, I really like it, you didn't just plunge into the middle of a sappy love story.
I do have just one question.....
The title is 'Hybrid', but it seems that it could mean Renesmee, Caohme, Jurni and maybe even Jim.
Who's the Hybrid?
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Permalink Reply by AllysonBLACK on
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That is the question, isn't it?
You'll just have to wait an see.
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