under the mask (twilight x reader)

Chapter 9: all's fair in love and... oh look, it's war

Rosalie swung, the ball flying into the woods.

"You got this Rosie!" Y/n shouted. Did she slow down time for a moment? Yes. Will they notice? No. Rose touch home plate just as the ball was about to touch her.

"Out," Bella tries to say. Y/n's jaw hinges open. "Hey! Shit soul! No the fuck she's not!"  Edward stifles a laugh at y/n's words.

"Wh- what the hell!? What do you mean "shit soul"!? And I called it as I saw it," Bella sassed back. "Everyone has a soul scent. Yours is stanky, cause you're a piece-of-shit narcissist. You only care about yourself. That's why you get snippy when no one's paying attention to you," y/n was seeing red. Why?

She pulls her hood down to continue yelling at Bella. "Honestly, what is your problem!? You try so hard to get their attention and honestly, you seem pathetic," Bella says with harshness. The Cullens are now staring with concern. Y/n had this wicked grin and her eyes.... They were red. She laughs lightly.

"What? You think that if it came down to it, they could stop me from snatching your grimy ass soul from that pathetic and weak body of yours?" Y/n crossed her arms over her chest.

Jasper grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. "That enough, darlin'. You've made your point," Jasper whispered into her hair as he hugged her close, trying his damnedest to calm the raging natural disaster in y/n's very bones.

Carlisle sent a nod to him, going on to continue the game.

Carlisle batted, the ball soaring between Edward and Emmett. They crashed together, falling to the ground laughing.

Carlisle skirted up home plate, touching it, then getting up with a grunt.

Jasper left y/n's side, having calmed her down. Rosalie batted.

After, Alice yelled. "Stop!" Everyone ran together behind home plate and y/n was nowhere in sight.

"Shit where's y/n!?" Emmett asked. "I don't know, I left her side for one second..." Jasper confessed helplessly.

Edward ushered Bella away. "It's too late," Carlisle told. "That's foolish Carlisle, it's never too late with a reaper around," Carlisle turned around at the voice. Y/n was perched at the top of a scythe, grinning down at him. She sighs.

"Oh, I guess I'll save the pathetic little shit sack," she slides off the scythe, holding it as it shrunk back into her obal.

"Come on, Edward," she says as she snapped her fingers. The family and approaching trackers freeze. "What the..." Edward says as he looks around. The entire area was frozen. "What? You think minions of death abide by the laws of time and physic?" Y/n says as though it was obvious. "I guess not..." he trails off. "Grab your skank and run," y/n gestured to the paused Bella. "Hey, are you okay? You've kind of been in a rotten mood lately," Edward put a hand on her shoulder. She blocked his mind reading. He realized.

"Don't shut me out if you're not okay. Don't do that," he grabbed both of her shoulders, trying to look in her eyes. She looked away. "Y/n you're not being fair," Edward told her. "Fair? Life's not fair!" She tried to push him away. She continued hitting him and pulling away, but his grip was like a stone sarcophagus against human nails.

He hugged her while she yelled at him, cursing his existence. Her angry yells turned into anguished sobs. He knelt when her knees got weak.

"I can't fucking do it anymore! It's not fair. Why do I get punished when all I've ever done was try to exist!? I'm just so, so tired," she sobbed. Edward ran his hand up and down her spine while she soaked his shirt in tears. She sighed, slowing the fall of her tears. Edward wiped her face. "Okay... you should get going now," she stood up with Edward. He paused for a moment.

He held her cheeks in his hands and kissed her forehead. "Don't do anything stupid, little koala," he grinned gently, before he decided to leave.

She held her own face after he left with Bella. Her face was a deeper shade; all the blood rushed to her cheeks. She let time slip from her grasp, allowing people to finally move.

She turned, still blushing madly. She slapped her face and got herself together as Carlisle exchanged pleasantries with the trackers.

"Well, color me jolly. Little birdy, is that you I smell?" Laurent's heavy accent addressed. Y/n lowered her hood, stepping from behind the family.

Laurent took in a breath, releasing a happy sigh from his lifeless being. "Oh, mon cher, comme tu m'as manqué," in the blink of an eye, he was in front of her, tilting her chin up. Unluckily, Carlisle knew french. And now he knew he hated Laurent.

"I like your funny words, shiny man," y/n says in a weird accent. Laurent couldn't help the small laugh that left him. He slowly hugs her. "It was a bit of a compliment, little bird," he tells her. She grins and hugs him back and, to his surprise, she lifts him off the ground, though only momentarily.

"Well, you're truly surprising, aren't you?" Victoria says as Laurent returns to her and James' side.

"Well, not as surprising as my uncle. He's lead legions of demons and reapers, and devastated entire peoples," y/n giggles. Jasper had to do a double take.

"Wait what?" James asked in shock. "It doesn't matter, watch me beat you in baseball!" Y/n points with cat-like grin. "We'll bat first," Carlisle clasped a hand to y/n's shoulder protectively with a glaring look on his face. Victoria caught the ball Carlisle tossed. "I'm the one with the wicked curveball," she said confidently. "Well, I think we can handle that," Jasper shot back. Emmett and Laurent both "ooh'd" at that.

Victoria went to the pitch, James and Laurent played field.

Y/n pulled her hood up and fiercely gripped the bat, staring at the ball in Victoria's hand.

Victoria almost backed down, seeing 2 red, glowing irises staring into her soul- almost literally.

She threw, the bat connected, and she floated to each base.

James eyed her curiously. He breathed in the remnants of her scent. The game went on. Y/n perched on her scythe, watching aimlessly as they played. Then Rosalie called her, catching her off guard and sending her plummeting to the ground.

"Shit!" She yelled, scraping her knees. Laurent smelled her blood from across the field, but decided to stop james, rather than pursue the scent.

James fell from a hit delivered by Laurent.

"Y/n we have to leave!" Carlisle pleaded. She didn't move. Her knees... they weren't healing.

James had Victoria grab Laurent, now running towards y/n.

Before anyone could blink, James' head was severed from his body and then he faded to ash.

"I told you to be careful," war sat pridefully on top of his trusted stead. He look like a ranch man now, adorned in western clothing. Jasper was... impressed by him.

Y/n sighed. "I'm sorry... uncle, my knees aren't healing," y/n responded. "That's precisely why I told you to be careful," war sternly told her, dismounting his horse. When he was on the job, in his Reaper attire, he radiated this sort of warmth and light.

The Cullens seemed surprised and confused. Y/n noticed.

"So... that uncle I was talking about, this is him. My uncle War," she explained.

Before anything else happened. Victoria screamed in anguish.

"Well, chuckle fuck," war shrugged.