Rhyne

Chapter Three

Laurent was a man scorned. He loved his newfound mate, Irina, but hated that he had to change his diet. From human blood that kept him strong and alert to animal blood that made him slow and grouchy. He detested the fact that the Olympic Coven and their little human pet were responsible for the destruction of his coven mate - even if his said coven mate was a lunatic meeting his karma.

He was doing Victoria a justice, a favour to help her escape her melancholy revenge. He knew that taking her kill would have her set her rage upon himself, but it-

Her blood was the sweetest he'd encountered in years, so many years. Isabella Swan. A mere human in the playground of bored and sadistic vampires. He has the opportunity to take her blood to get high off of how it sings its song as each beat of the humans heart produced more blood to its already abundant flow.

He stepped towards the girl, a crazed smirk lifting on his lips as he exchanged words with the girl. Excitement welled within himself as he hears the jumps of her heart as she lies to his face about the family she was abandoned by.

Isabella knew she should've waited for Rhyne, knew she should've stayed at her house, and watched movies to pass the time, but she just had to feel restless. The girl scorns herself for following the reckless need to explore and escape the stuffy house.

She didn't even know why she decided to come here either. This desolate little meadow that he brought her to when they got together.

It was so lame compared to the one she shared with her girl, she decided.

Lame like he is, the selfish jerk!

She stares at the dark skinned man she had the pleasure of meeting and stepped backwards when he sped closer towards her, from across the clearing.

Everything had been going well, great, perfect! She felt better ever since meeting her girlfriend, Rhyne had made everything happy and normal since they left, and now she fluffed it up.

She fluffed it up big time because she knew that she should have stayed home as her lover hunted the forests in Alaska. Instead, she marched out here and was going to meet her demise.

"Forgive me, Bella, for I need to taste the very blood in your veins."

Laurent had whispered those words, and they were all too clear as the man's lips grazed past the lobe of her ear before she felt a sharp pain in her neck.

That was when, for Isabella Swan - her world turned black.

:))

Laurent was a daft bloke when he was starved for some good blood that calls to him, but he wasn't that stupid to ignore his surroundings as he drank from the young girl's neck.

The girl was faint in his arms, body limp. He held onto her by the arms as he drank her blood - eyes closed in an epiphany before they snapped open in a state of worry. He stared at the other side of the clearing as wolves emerged into the meadow.

Each was a beast of large magnitude. Snarls had erupted from the group of five or so canines - drool dripping as their eyes lit up in hunger at the prospect of a fight.

The dark skinned vampire pulled from the human, hissing at the wolves as he almost dropped the light body he was holding onto.

He knew he wasn't going to escape his downfall. It was a feeling that grew into aches of bones long left behind. He hauled Bella's body close to lips again, and bit into her skin - pushing as much venom as he could into her system before dropping her like a bag of potatoes.

He ran into the forest in which was the way he arrived from, thoughts scrambling across his brain until all went silent as one of the wolves wrapped its teeth around his neck and pulled. Laurent was no more.

:))

The poor girl undergoes the transformative process of becoming a vampire and embraces a diet of human blood; and her appearance undergoes a profound metamorphosis.

The most striking change occurs in her eyes, once a deep chocolate brown. They now sparkle with an otherworldly crimson hue, a telltale sign of her vampiric nature. The intensity in her gaze reflects the heightened senses and predatory instincts that accompany her newfound existence.

Isabella's flawless, pale complexion takes on an unearthly luminosity. Her skin, now cool to the touch, radiates a porcelain-like sheen. The transformation into a vampire enhances her beauty, giving her an ethereal quality that contrasts with her human appearance.
Her chestnut brown hair, while retaining its rich colour, gains a sleek and glossy texture. Each strand seems to catch the moonlight, creating an alluring play of shadows and highlights. The contrast between the dark cascade of hair and the paleness of her skin adds to the mesmerizing effect.

The female's slender frame retains its elegance, but there's a newfound strength evident in her every movement. The grace that characterized her human form is now paired with a vampire's inherent agility and speed.

She moves with a predator's precision, a seamless blend of beauty and lethality. Her hips fill out, fat returning to the strong points of her body - her boding leaving the teen husk it'd lived with and changing into the appearance of a woman.

While Isabella's facial features maintain their familiar contours, the expression on her face shifts. The swell in her cheeks that'd flush when she was embarrassed or so lessened the fat that lingered there - thinning down and changing into sharp ckeeks.
Her smile, though still retaining a semblance of warmth, now holds an edge of hunger—a predatory charm that hints at the vampire's instinctive nature. Her teeth bare sharp at whatever agitates her, so the sharp points gleaming in whichever light hit it.

Wrinkles escape her as her body fills out and morphs into maturity as the venom in her veins thickens throughout.

As Isabella embraces her vampiric existence and adheres to a diet of human blood, it becomes apparent that her new appearance becomes a testament to the alluring yet perilous nature of the immortal world she now inhabits. The contrasts between her human and vampire selves underscore the complexities of her journey and the choices she makes in this supernatural realm.

A/N;
Heya! Chapter Three is here for you to enjoy. I apologise for this very brief chapter; I am hoping to find more time in the morning to be able to craft together chapter four and have it be as long as possible.

As to satiate any thirst for knowledge, I'll summarise what'll be in chapter four below.

● Bella's torture of being turned, her thoughts and feelings.

● what the pack does after pulling apart Laurent.

● When Rhyne realises something is wrong.

●Mystery character/ or saucy night between our two girls after they've sorted out Bella's little vamp prob.

● Victoria.

I greatly appreciate any thoughts, opinions, or even criticism as I'm hoping this fanfiction can help improve the way I write for when I start my own little book.