Twilight Fan Fiction / Twilight Fan Fiction / Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Fur And Magic ❯ Premonitions, Magic and Suicidal Tendencies ( Chapter 1 )

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Disclaimer: Although I don't currently own any of the twilight characters, I am willing to hire any `up and coming' kidnappers to steal one for me… any takers? *Waves wad of cash while wearing creepy smile*

 

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Warnings: This story may eventually have smut in it of the girl on girl kind, however this one will remain rated `T' the full version of this story will be posted on mediaminer dot org under the non anime twilight fiction area under the same writer's name. Assume the chapter released here is the same unless stated in my opening author's note and if you have any trouble accessing mediaminer then PM me your email (spaced out i.e.: sample_94 AT yahoo DOT com) and I'll send you the edited chapters of the story, you may have to remind me each time a censored chapter is released. Please do not post your email in a review as they are open to everyone and your privacy is not guaranteed.

 

 

Fur and Magic

 

Chapter 1 - Premonitions, Magic and Suicidal Tendencies

 

`A girl stood on the edge of a cliff; she was beautiful, tall with russet skin and short, jagged black-brown hair, but her eyes were filled with unshed tears. Voices called from behind her and as she turned I could see large shadows pelting out of the woods towards her. Sobbing briefly she turned and threw herself off the cliff face into the sharp rocks peaking out of the water below.'

 

I woke up in a cool sweat, blankets twisted around me. For the tenth night in a row the nightmare woke me. The sense of loss and grief I felt as the girl fell woke me every time, but what struck me as strange was the odd pulling attraction I felt towards her. I wanted to hold her, to stop her from disappearing into the cold dark water. This was weird because I am not, and never have been anything but straight.

 

I heard my phone buzz from my bag, a message from h.q. no doubt, ugh I hate missions, I always end up with the worst cover story, in some back-water town and the mission focus was always bogus. The last time I spent four weeks staking out a potential werewolf den but it turned out to just be a guy with a weird dog fetish.

 

I looked at my phone, and opened the message.

 

Suspect out break - WA, USA

Coordinates : 47Ëš57'04”N 124Ëš23'05”W

Species: suspect lycanthropy - wolf

Background given upon arrival, 2 back up already stationed

Immediate departure.

EM GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED AND GET IN THE CAR OUTSIDE NOW

GWEN

 

Sometimes I hate Gwen, she'd the head of the witches council and in charge of the young witch force, at only 200 years of age I fit snuggly into that category and she ensured that I knew my place every chance she got. In the middle of a war however there was no way I could complain. Witches were sick of the way the supernatural community regarded human life and now we were breaking our own pacifist rules and were discreetly taking out threats. I felt it ironic that we now had to protect those that hunted us from hunters, although now that witchcraft was thought to be `New Age' crap, humans were nicer to us. Of course they didn't know we weren't human… our glamour spells were almost perfect.

 

After a short drive I was dropped outside a homey colonial house on the outskirts of Forks, WA, although with magic anywhere is a short drive away. I saw the porch light come on and the front door begin to open and the world slowed. The dizzy feeling of premonition came over me and the girl's haunted face flashed through my mind. The dream rushed back with sickening clarity and with a lurch time resumed its natural flow. A piercing tug from somewhere behind my naval almost yanked me off my feet and I turned from the house, darting swiftly through the forest, following the pull. I could feel something terrible rushing upon me and if I didn't stop this girl from dying then I would surely die myself. `Wait for me! I'm coming!' I screamed over and over in my head.

 

I heard yells from my colleagues and strange snarls and calls from the woods behind me as I almost flew, the trees a green blur in my peripheral. I broke away from the tree line and with a sharp gasp laid eyes on the girl from my dream. She turned at my disturbance, but instead of flinging herself from the cliff, she stared at me. I stepped forward, the afternoon light hitting my face, I felt my glamour spell slip from my control, I scrambled to put a new one up but it was too late. Her eyes stared into mine, they widened as they saw the evidence of my inhumanity and she collapsed in a faint and pounding footsteps burst suddenly from the trees around me.

 

 

I had been trying, really I had. It had been over a year since Sam had left me broken hearted for my cousin and over a month since I'd learned of their impending marriage but this was too much. They'd moved the wedding up, half of Emily's guests could no longer make it for the ceremony - opting instead to visit after the honeymoon, and she'd come round to ask me to be her maid-of-honour. As I'd declined the first time, she'd made one of her old high school friends head bridesmaid but the girl could no longer be there she'd come back to me. I gritted my teeth, remembering mum's speech from my last refusal and accepted. Unfortunately Emily found that as an invitation to try and reconcile our friendship, I held my tongue and focused on the birds hopping along a tree branch visable through the kitchen window. Reality came back with a violent rush though as Emily began complaining about fast tracking wedding plans.

 

“Why don't you just shift it back to your original date then.” I snapped, angered that she found taking my future such a burden.

“I'd love to but I'd be obviously showing by then.” She said with a blush.

 

I turned in slow motion then, trembling with rage, the cup I'd been cleaning falling from my hands and shattering at my feet.

 

“What did you say?” My voice was a low whisper.

“Leah, are you okay? That glass broke right over your toe. I'll go and get…”

 

I was gone before she could finish. Sorrow washed over me in crashing waves and although I longed for wolf form, I knew that if I phased now Jacob would quickly command me to stay put. I didn't want that right now, I wanted the pain to stop. She got everything I wanted but couldn't have. My life was ruined, I had nothing and would always have nothing. I was alone.

 

Faint calls of my name and short calling howls echoed from behind me, but I had a head start and even my human form was exceptionally fast. I ran from my thoughts willing them to end, to cease and let me be cold and numb. With each painful memory my pace sped. Sam leaving for days on end, Sam leaving me for Emily, My dad collapsing after my transformation, Never having a private thought again, The pack laughing at my discomfort, The pack lashing out at my depressed thoughts and my descent into bitch-hood. I barely missed a tree as I fought to see through the water that pooled in my eyes.

 

Again the scenes came; Emily and Sam buying my house, dad's funeral, Sam forcing me with an alpha command to chop off all my hair, counting the days I was late and discovering I was menopausal, Seth abandoning my side and choosing his new brothers first, Emily's engagement party, Emily asking me the first time to be her maid-of-honour, the packs rejoining after the Italian leeches left, the new request of bridesmaid duties, finding out that Emily was having Sam's child when I was stuck sterile and alone. The memories repeated, looped endlessly, falling out of order but still driving stinging pin-pricks into my heart.

 

A voice echoed in my head quietly. `Wait for me! I'm coming!' But I ignored it and pushed on, glad that the voice had stopped the memories from repeating again. I was probably finally insane.

 

With a skid I came to a halt at the cliff diving point, it was low tide, too dangerous for even a wolf to jump safely. I stared into the black water through wet eyes and gathered my thoughts. The pack was charging through the woods, Seth had heard me leave the house and had called the others, I only had a limited time before they grabbed me back from the brink of the silence I sought. I noise, a gasp from behind me had me whipping my head around, I thought I'd still had time enough before the others got here.

 

It was not a pack brother I saw shocked by the forest border, instead it was a young woman, almost my own age. She was tall and had black hair with a white lock of hair curling through the left side. Her hair hit creamy, freckle kissed shoulders and rested across the top of her rather large breasts. I looked up into her face and into sparkling violet eyes that seemed almost fiery, I felt gravity shift and suddenly could remember why Sam had nearly had me throwing my life away when clearly my life was hers to command, not his. Her eyes glinted with recognition and she stepped away from the trees, the light hit her face and her pupils danced, contorting and twisting in ribbon like shapes. I felt a strange energy crackle around her, electrifying the air but before my mind could make sense of it all the sound of gale-force winds filled my ears and my sight went black and I knew no more.

 

 

A/N - This is my first femslash fic, so be kind `kay! As always please review!