Anger

Walking around the streets of Port Angeles, I wondered how my lesson with Edythe would go tomorrow.

Would it go fine? Or would I do something stupid?

Nonchalantly thinking about such things, I heard a commotion next to where I was currently walking. I heard a familiar voice and I instantly widened my eyes in terror before slipping into an alleyway next to me and throwing myself up the walls of either side of the alleyway, using my strength to grip the brick walls like they were made of malleable clay until I was on top of a shop roof.

Turning toward the location of the noise, I used my hearing and sense of smell to lock onto the location. Once I'd done so, I shot off, leaving two imprints in the floor below me.

I jumped between roofs, throwing myself through the air and by distances I'd never thought possible. But right now that seemed hardly relevant.

Why? Because I could hear Bella screaming.

And I could hear the drunk fucks surrounding her, and practically smell the lust pooling off of them.

How could I forget?! How!?

I mentally screamed this over and over in my head, pushing off the ground quicker, landing on the ground more smoothly - constantly improving the way I ran, and how I exerted my strength into explosive power for sprinting. I did everything I could to get to where my sister needed me.

When I finally came to the edge of the roof overlooking Bella and her group of would-be rapists, I saw her shivering behind Edward, with a face even paler than usual and full of fear.

Seeing this, I did not feel gratitude for Edward saving her. I did not feel relief for her being okay. And I did not feel happy that I got here in time, and that nothing had changed from the cannon.

Usually, I would have felt all those things.

But seeing the tears in my sister's eyes. The bruise marks on her wrist. The slap marks across both sides of her face.

All I felt was anger.

Pure, unadulterated, chaotic anger. The kind that burned your veins and made you see red. The kind that leads to someone dying.

Edward looked up at me before quickly hurrying Bella into his car, obviously worried she'd get caught up in whatever was about to happen. I would be thankful but the anger just...it just burnt all other emotions that appeared inside of me.

It was all-consuming.

Edward and Bella drove off and with an animal-like grace, I leaped down from the roof I was on, putting my hand on parts of the wall to slow myself down to make my landing silent.

Once my feet were on the ground, I strode over to the group of men who soon noticed my arrival.

"Oh, hey bro, were you gonna join us with that chick?" every word he said was slurred but I didn't care, the words just stoked my anger, fueling it into an inferno, "Well too bad, man. The dumb bitch's boyfriend turned up," he and his cronies started laughing and I clenched my fists, hearing the bones crack like they were growing.

Holding back the utter murderous thoughts in my head, I snarled at the man in front of me, "That 'dumb bitch' as you so ignorantly said...is my sister," I let out an angry chuckle before my anger went so far, I was smiling but the smile felt...wrong, or rather, it felt too wrong. It was like the feral snarl of an animal, while still looking like the smile you'd give your family. "You see, you stupid fuck, there are some people in this world that you just. Don't. Fuck. With," I laughed, walking closer to the man who despite being drunk, started backing up, knowing something was up, "And you've messed with someone who you shouldn't have. Friend," spitting out the word, I emphasized it with a venomous tone.

"Listen here, bro--!" he walked toward me but before he could go slurring at me with his putrid breath, I brought the back of my hand across his face, stronger, harder, and faster than anything the fragile little human had ever felt.

His head snapped to the side with a sickening crunch, practically having no resistance to my hand. It was like a bullet hitting flesh. Or a bull hitting a person.

Deadly.

He fell to the floor and most of his friends backed away before angry faces took precedence over their drunk, happy ones, and they stepped up closer to me, obviously looking for a fight.

If they weren't so drunk, and actually looked at their friend, they wouldn't be so ready for a fight. More like 'pissing their pants in fear' than their current stances which said 'We're gonna gang up on you'.

Looking down at the man at my feet, I saw that his head was lying limply, without anything to support it, seeing as my hit had completely crushed his neck from the force it just had to withstand. Or rather what was left of his head.

Right now, he was missing most of his lower jaw and his tongue was lying flat out and twitching, as did the rest of his body.

My hit had knocked his jaw off his face and broke his neck.

If these stupid assholes knew this, do you think they'd still want to fight?

Counting the men, I saw that there was 4 of them, and got to work. I walked over the corpse of the man I'd backhanded to death, and before the next person could react, I grabbed his throat and yanked my arm back.

I felt my fingers slide into his flesh with unnatural ease. Even if I could press my fingers into concrete, this was too easy...It felt like I had knives at the end of my fingers?

Bringing my hand back in the yanking motion, the man's hands instantly went up to his neck, before gurgling and choking sounds came from his mouth. Ignoring him, I looked down at my hand and to my surprise...I saw claws?

I would've questioned it more, but the anger inside of me burned even hotter, demanding my attention.

Oh well, these claws will help make this look more like an animal attack.

My mind was running on pure instinct at this point, just like my body as I whipped my leg around and completely shattered the next man's right kneecap. As he was falling to the ground, screaming in pain, I flicked one of my clawed hands out and scrapped his throat out.

But unused to my claws in tandem with rage-fueled strength, I just tore his head off.

Weirdly, and most terrifyingly, along with the anger came...joy.

Joy at killing the sheep of this world; the fragile humans. Joy at taking out my anger on another living thing, like an animal who hunts it's prey purely to show it has the power to do so. Joy, at the power to slaughter held at my fingertips.

I had no doubt I'd later be disgusted with this feeling...but right now the anger and glee flowing around my body would leave no room for any other emotions.

I could feel my canines elongating along with a few of my other teeth and in an action of maniacal excitement, I jumped on the last man before lowering my open maw to his throat and rag-dolling his head back and forth like an animal with a chew toy.

Blood squirted into my mouth and I just spat it back out, wanting nothing to do with the liquid as the action of just ending something's life with my bite was all I wanted from biting into someone's throat.

The last man grabbed the back of my head, trying to pull my bone-crushing, meat-shredding teeth away from his neck, but all it did was make me bite down even harder, turning his throat into mush. Pulling back, I ripped his throat, or what was left of it, open before spitting out any meat in my mouth.

Growling in feral delight, I stood up before quickly sniffing out any parts that had gone missing from the people's bodies before stuffing them into the pockets of who they belonged to. I knew it was grim, I knew it was gory, but under the adrenaline gained from my killing, no doubt supplied by my new animal physiology, I didn't care.

I picked up the corpses before looking back at the bloodied street where I'd slaughtered them. Thinking on how to clean this up, I saw the flash of lightning before I heard the crack of thunder, and then it started pouring it down with rain.

Smirking, which no doubt looked psychotic because of the blood, I picked up in a run into the woods where I'd further mutilate the bodies so they looked like they were a bunch of idiots who'd wandered into the woods that had a verified population of wolves, and they'd been attacked and then killed.

All this while I was oblivious to the horrified eyes looking at me from the top of a building - the one I'd jumped down from.

The figures gold eyes widened in worry before they blurred and followed after my bloodied figure.

. . .

Sitting next to a river in the pouring rain, I washed hands and claws off in the water next to me.

Looking down at my claws, I saw that they were about 2 inches long and black but they pretty much looked like elongated nails, just much thicker and sturdier-looking. It looked like I had 5 mini-blades attacked to my hand and from the fact they could cut my skin, I knew they were very sharp.

By now, the adrenaline had worn off. The feelings of guilt, of self-hatred, and the feelings that I was a monster had come flooding in.

No matter how many times I'd told myself what they wanted to do to Bella, and why they should be punished for it, I could come to tell myself that I wasn't a monster. That I wasn't some barely humane, feral animal who disguised themselves as a human.

To drive home this point, I was currently picking human flesh out of my sharpened teeth.

The thought nearly made me gag.

But the feelings of guilt didn't last for long, nor did the self-hatred. I may be a monster, a beast in human skin...but so what? I knew that I wouldn't be human in this life. If we're gonna be honest, I chose to not be a human.

I knew I'd have to fight and kill Vampires, that I might even need to fight Humans who try to hurt people I love. So why was I treating it like such a surprise?

I would guess that it was because I'd killed my first person in such a gruesome way before finishing off the last like an actual animal, with my teeth piercing his throat and the vital blood vessels surrounding it.

Sighing, I lifted my head across the river, using my enhanced eyes and the moonlight coming from above to see my shining electric blue eyes. It seemed they shined whenever I turned like this, is what I thought as I looked down at my hands and felt my teeth with my tongue.

I'd gotten rid of the bodies - strewn them around a forest clearing before clawing them some more, in ways I knew animal's claw at food.

And knowing these woods, something will come to eat and scavenge away at the corpses. By the time someone finds them, they'll have been picked at by most the scavengers in this place.

Hearing a snap of some twigs behind me, I went to high alert and spun around with a snarl on my face.

Huh. I feel closer to my instincts...maybe what just happened helped me come to terms with my instincts some more?... I just hope that's the only time I have to do this.

Anyway, despite feeling better about myself and having suppressed the self-deprecating thoughts about myself being a monster without humanity, I didn't feel like I could handle any kind of interaction with anyone right now. Especially seeing as my mouth, chin, neck, and shirt are covered in blood. Oh, and I currently have clawed hands.

But seeing who was behind me, I felt my heart drop. If before I was feeling all-consuming anger, then now I was feeling all-consuming panic.

Worried topaz eyes and darkened bronze hair, wet from the rain and stuck to her head and parts of her forehead.

"Edythe...?" I croaked out before quickly turning around and trying to wash the blood from my face.

This...is not how I ever want Edythe to see me. Or Leah for that matter. Not yet, at least, and definitely not the night before our first piano lesson.