What I've Been Living For

Chapter Thirty-One: Savage

There's some graphic imagery involved so please be warned.

 "The savage does not think. It does not judge, nor love or hate. The savage only does what it's born to do. The savage survives" (Own quote)

Third POV

Blur. If there was ever one word to describe Bella right now, it would be that one. She moved so quickly, so incredibly fast, that not even the trained eyes of the  vampires could catch her movements, as she continually slaughtered through them. One second she was standing in front of Caleb, growling and positioning herself into an attack form and the next, she's hanging off the limbs of one of the trees, the heads of the vampires she slaughtered, screaming in pain.

Maria watched on in horror and a twisted fascination, as Bella swept through the surrounding army. She was merciless; Tearing limbs from body, ripping heads from necks, using discarded limbs from some vampires to attack others. She was especially sadisitc when it came to the males as she choose to "relieve" them of their most prized posessions. Yes, Maria was horrified and also deeply pleased.

She hadnt seen such destructive chaos since the Major and now, her body shook in intense anticipation of the thought of unleashing Bella upon the armies in the south. Yes, the Major was a great advantage to have, but he was too reckless, too unpredicatable to control. When he released his inner demon, there was no safety for anyone. Friend and foe alike were decimated in his wake. There was no logical thoughts that ran through his mind in that state. He was feral, relying purely on instincts.

"But not Bella" Maria thought happily.

Though Bella had long surrendered her body over to her animalistic side, there was still a hint of logic that laid behind her eyes. Although she seemed reckless and random in her attacks, Maria could briefly see the calculating moves Bella choose to take. Every vampire she choose to attack was a preselected target, that she would later use to her advantage.

Maria watched excitiedly as her smirk etched across her face. Bella had just decided to attack Fernando, her third in command. She watched as Bella lunged quickly, using his height against him as she took out his legs from undeneath. Using her strength,  she ripped of his legs, causing the 6'5  vampire to fall backwards landing ontop of an unsuspecting vampire, who scrambled repeatedly to lift the legless Fernando from ontop of him. But before he could even twitch another muscle, Bella had ripped Fernando's neck, burrowing right through until she reached down and savagely snatched the throat of the vampire struggling to get free. She removed her hand at the right moment, back handing a female vampire with so much force, that her spine immediately broke upon contact of the tree she landed on. Still grasping the throats of Fernando and the other vampire, she lunged across the clearing, landing in front of several other vampires who were shaking in fear. They had abandonded their attack postions for a submissive pose, kneeling down, with their heads bowed and turned to the side to expose their necks and their hands held out.

They had all seen the ferocity of Bella, how she ripped limbs wildy, how she savagely tore through the vampires as if they were nothing but pieces of paper in her way. Their loyalty to Maria was long forgotten the moment, they watched Bella rip the fingers off a vampire and then use them to stab the others. She was savage and deadly and they knew that they didnt stand a chance against her. Their only hope was to appeal to her animalistic side and pray that she would left them live. They would rather take Maria's torture than to have Bella's fury unleashed upon them. They remained kneeled upon the clearing floor, their bodies shaking in outright terror.

Even the strong vampire Arthur, kneeled upon the floor, his head bowed so low that it almost touched the ground as he folded into himself, trying to appear as small and unthreathing as possible. It was not normal for him to feel fear. He had been in the Southern Wars since the very beginning and had seen and done enough violence and torture to last him an eternity, but nothing, no nothing, made him feel so powerles and scared than the half-vampire dismemebering his comrades around him.