Dusty strode over to the wooden table where the most recent letter lay. Azara had been on patrol when it came. Dusty had tried tirelessly to intercept one, and now was his chance. He picked up the letter and tossed it into the fire.
Now he knew how to save Azara from this vampire....
Several hours later
Azara sat on the railing of her cabin... waiting. A mutated black bird, a flyer, from Ryan landed on the railing next to her carrying a phone.
"Always a flair for the dramatics," she muttered.
Flashback
Azara raced through the forest, her claws digging into the underbrush, the pads of her feet pressing into the fresh ground. Up ahead, she could see the newborn's red eyes as he glanced back at his certain death.
The fire spirit smiled wolfishly, amber eyes flashing as a beam of sunlight streamed from between the overlapping canopies. The thrill of the chase enthralled her, but she knew that it was coming to an end. Her stride lengthened the moment she and the newborn reached the edge of the forest, bursting through the foliage in a shower of leaves.
She jumped, overcoming the newborn in one leap. She spun midair, jaws locking around the newborn's head and snapping it with a satisfying crunch. The beheaded body fell to the ground... and promptly burst into flames.
Azara straightened, releasing the head as it turned to dust, her senses flaring. She slowly turned around, tilting her head, one fluffy ear pinning back flat against her head at the sight awaiting her.
An obliterated military-looking base lay before her, twisted metal wreckage strewn about the clearing. On one side, soldiers dressed completely in black had their guns leveled at a boy her 'age' who was holding up a dead soldier by the neck with a twisted black and red claw.
The scene paused mid-fight to look at her, and that's when four sentry guns turned towards her and opened fire.
"Oh, @$&#—"
In a flash of light, she shifted back into her human form, glancing up briefly as bullets whistled overhead. She turned her attention back to the problem at hand as half the soldiers broke away from the main group in accordance with a silent order from whom she thought was the lead officer.
The separate group of soldiers ran towards her with inhuman speed, a slight jerkiness to their movements.
Her amber eyes began to glow; she backed up, and that's when the entire battle resumed. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed the crimson-eyed boy cutting through soldiers, while simultaneously forming a shield of sorts to deflect bullets.
When the first soldier reached her, she rolled under the barrel of the m4 carbine and sent him staggering back with a well-placed kick. She proceeded to exchange blows with the soldiers, noting their fighting styles with a practiced approach.
She was well aware, as the soldiers formed a circle around her, that she was being led into a trap. The fire spirit whirled, ducking under a swing from one, catching another's arm, and simultaneously breaking both with a loud crack. Sunlight glinted off the barrel of an M249 light machine gun, and she spun a soldier around, not surprised as his comrade filled him with metal. She snapped his neck, her senses flaring as the soldiers stepped behind the tanks that had encircled her, leaving the three deceased soldiers with her.
Five thermobaric tanks aimed and fired, engulfing her in flames.
When the tanks relented and the smoke abated, Azara stood, slightly ticked, fire flickering at the corners of her eyes. The soldiers exchanged looks, then raised their guns and opened fire.
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Azara Origins
Fiksi Penggemar|Twilight Au | Fanfiction| As a pilot in the American Civil War, Azara crashes on a mysterious island, and finds she is not alone. There, she transforms into what she is now and is drawn into the Southern Vampire Wars. In her new role Azara finds b...
