"The Originals" fanfiction by Ryan1882
Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 11:38 am
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11011752/2/The-Originals
The wind rattled hard and fast against large, jagged rocks and the rain lashed heavy, smashing down on the ground. Only through a small crack in the
rocks did the wind carry. Through this crack lay a woman who was fast asleep, or so it seemed. The only sound in this small cave, aside from the wind
and rain was the sound of ticking, getting slower and slower. A faint mist could be seen hovering over the girls body as the ticking slowed. Without
warning, it stopped, muting all sound except the wind and rain.
Then one sound: an intake of breath. Suddenly, the woman who lay down on the ground sat up and the faint mist disappeared off her body, rolling off
her skin and seeping into the cool, hard floor. With a groan of pain, Isabella put her hand up to her head and let out a whimper. She groaned again
before pushing herself up off the ground. The moment she was on two feet, she almost lost her balance and ended up on the cave floor again.
In panic, Isabella grabbed a near by rock to steady her movement, trying to slow down the swaying of the world. Or was that her? "Fuck, this is going
to take some time getting used to," she mumbled to herself.
Looking down at her attire, she frowned at her ripped and muddy clothes. "This isn't going to do." Shaking her head, she moaned soft and low, her
hand flying to her throat to ease the burning there. Scared, she thought back to what seemed only moments ago.
Screaming, fire, pleas for help. Isabella Swan made her way through the burning village, stopping for no one. Not a screaming child, a scared mother
or a burning human. She valued her life more than that of the people in this village. The sounds of voices calling after her reached her ears, causing
Isabella to speed up. She wouldn't let them catch her, she couldn't. Running over to a nearby house, she broke down the door and raced through it to
the other side.
When met by another door, she kicked it through like the first and made her way towards the forest beyond. The sounds of snarls getting closer to her made her slow heart speed up and adrenals to gush her blood through her veins. Despite her fear, she wouldn't give up. She must go on. She had to
know who were were chasing her. It wasn't Caesar or anyone in association to him, she knew. So it could only of been for one thing: the locket she
had stole.
She knew, of course, that they wouldn't give up easily. But, neither would she. Taking a left, Isabella headed towards the cliffs. If she could reach the
top of the cliff, she could get away and they wouldn't dare follow her. Especially because she planned to jump off the edge, into the dark, stormy sea
with angry, frothing waves that were cut open by the jagged rocks at the bottom. She just knew they wouldn't follow her through fear.
Running faster, Isabella strained her hearing until she could hear the heavy footfalls behind her, catching up with her. Taking a large risk, she looked
behind her very quickly and grinned maliciously. There was four chasing after her. Drawing closer to the cliff, Isabella started to climb her way up the
hill, her hands embedding into rocks and her arms heaving her up. The sounds of furious snapping jaws were right in her ear as she stumbled, then
jumped over a dislodged rock.
Gaining her speed back after her act of clumsiness, Isabella ran harder. As soon as she reached the top of the cliff, she wasted no time with thoughts,
fear or second guesses. She could survive without breathing. She'd never tested the theory, true, but she would make it. Without hesitation, she took
the leap of faith and jumped right off the very edge of the cliff, falling immobile through the cold air.
For a few stolen moments, she felt alive with fear, adrenaline, glee and excitement. Her dark hair hadn't caught up with her and suspended in the air,
her eyes were wide and excited; she was powerful, immortal and fierce as water rushed to greet her, promising death. Seemingly out of no where,
Isabella landed feet first in the ice cold water below. Her body tensed, seized up before her brain kicked in and she used her arms to bring herself
back up to the surface, just in time to see her pursers at the top of the cliff, screaming their frustration.
With a vicious grin, she started swimming away, the locket still held tightly into her hand.
With a small snarl, Isabella tucked her locket into her chest so it was covered and began to make her way towards the rocks that blocked the
entrance. She remembered as if it was yesterday the feel of the hard rocks as she brought them down to seal herself, the sound of them caving in to
make sure she wasn't found. If the Gods had helped her, Caesar might think she was dead. If only.
Without preamble, Isabella smashed her fists into the rocks, effectively breaking them. Grabbing a few loose ones that were blocking her way out,
she threw them out of the way. Within moments, she was out in the wind and rain. She let out a small gasp at the sensation of rain lashing against
her filmy and dirty skin. It was the first time in over five hundred years.
Grasping her throat, she fell to her knees, the muddy ground splashing onto her already dirty clothes.
With a fierce growl, Isabella pushed herself back off the ground and closed her eyes, sniffing heavily. Seconds later, her eyes snapped open, pitch
black and full of hunger. She picked up two separate scents, extremely sweet after so many years of not eating. Her throat burned violently. Two
wouldn't be enough, there would be more after. With wild eyes and growls tearing up her hoarse throat, Isabella sped off, following her nose.
She came to a stop just a few tree's away and fell to her knees in a sudden moment of weakness. Maybe she shouldn't of used such strength in
running, tracking and hunting. As she held onto the tree for support, she unwillingly let the feeling of being weak wash over her, kicking up the need
to feed and prove she was the huntress, the immortal, the powerful one. She would be no ones play thing, especially not Caesar's.
Isabella pushed past her emotions, her thoughts and instead sank deep inside herself, letting the hunter, the Vampire override her and carry her
through to find her next meals, her next path to strength so she could get moving, always moving. Up ahead, she saw two people but they did not see
her. Isabella closed her eyes and reranged her features. To add to the distressed picture, she popped her shoulder from it's socket, hissing softly. Let
the hunt begin.
"Help! Help! Oh, please! God, please, help me!" She screamed out.
Hearing her cries of help, the two people came running towards her and now she could get a better look at them. There was a man and a woman,
both looked relatively young. The man bent down on to his knees so he was eye level with her while the woman looked on from the side lines,
sympathy pulling at her eyes and mouth.
Isabella knew how she looked. Shoulder at an odd angle, greasy, dirty skin from being in the cave, old, out of fashion clothes that were torn, dirty and
ragged. Her hands and arms had dried blood smeared across the creamy skin under all the dirt and even though she felt no pain and knew her
wounds had healed, the two humans didn't. It was all, so perfect.
"Are you all right? Are you hurt?" The man asked, looking a little nervous.
Isabella nodded, whimpered and made her lip tremble. "So weak, I feel so weak... hhelp mme," she stuttered out, which made the human woman
step forward, as if compelled to help due to her loving nature.
Isabella almost felt bad.
Almost.
"Can you tell us your name? What happened? We might be able to help you," the woman addressed her and then turned to her male companion.
"David, it might be best to call the police."
Just as the man put his hand into his pocket, Isabella stretched out her hand in silent plea. "Isabella, mmy name is Isabella," she said quietly. She
did actually feel weaker and weaker by the moment and was coming to the point that she didn't know if she was acting any more.
The man nodded his head at her. "Ok, Bella... is it all right to call you that?" He questioned and only continued to talk when Bella nodded her head.
"I'm going to phone the police, ok? They're going to help you. Shannon, make sure she stays awake, keep her talking. She looks like she's going to
pass out at any moment, poor girl."
Then he paced a few steps, holding his phone out and moving it around in the air, trying to get signal, while the girl rushed to Bella's side. The man
turned his back to them and Bella saw this as her chance to strike. Before the girl in front of her could even blink, Bella grabbed her and mashed her mouth to her neck, smacking a dirty palm over the humans mouth to muffle her scream of pain and betrayal.
The blood instantly flowing into her mouth caused Bella to roll her eyes in ecstasy. Once she had drank every drop, Bella dropped the body to the
ground and stalked her way towards the man, a cruel smile now playing across her lips.
He suddenly turned around, as if he sensed her. "The police on their way n" the man stopped dead, his gaze flipping from the body of the girl then
back to the blood stained mouth of Bella. He let out a small, frightened squeak and started to run away.
Laughing, Bella caught up with him easy enough and held him in place while looking the man straight in the eyes. They began to brim over with tears.
"Please... I have three children," he begged, his voice hoarse from fear. Bella could smell it on him.
"Shh," she hushed as if soothing a baby and not a grown man. "It's ok. I'm sorry about all this, you was simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
If it's any constellation, I like Bella. I've never thought to shorten my name."
With that, Bella viciously tore into his neck with her teeth, shredding the skin wide and causing the blood to gush like a tap on to her awaiting tongue.
She didn't even cover the mans mouth, enjoying the screams that turned to whimpers, then gurgles and finally, silence. Bella released the lock of her
jaw, much to her annoyance. There was never enough blood and she needed so much more. Grabbing the body, she dragged it over to the dead
woman before picking them both up and moving them into a near by cave.
After disposing of the bodies, Bella looked down at the woman and decided that she could get more use out of the corpse: the woman's clothes.
Humming to herself, she stripped the woman's clothes and then her own before changing. The clothes were slightly small on her: the the tank top and
bra barely contained her boobs and the jeans were tight on her already slim waist. The shoes, thank god, did fit which was a blessing because the
area she was in was rocky.
Bella assessed herself and shrugged. There was nothing she could do about the size of the clothes, her dirty skin or her ratty hair. She would just
have to keep moving, eat some more and then grab a hotel. Bella stuck her hand into the mans pocket, taking his phone and his wallet. She took the
money, pleased to see there was a lot and then dropped the wallet back on his corpse.
Bella smiled to herself, she had the knowledge of everything and anything that had went on since she was asleep. It was amazing and convenient for
her, like her mind took all the valuable and important information and just stored it for safe keeping. Steeping back out into the wind and rain, she
mashed her fist in the rocks covering the entrance, like she had for herself and watched with satisfaction as the rocks give way, concealing the
corpses.
Bella pulling out the mans iPhone and glanced at it. Curious, she pressed the maps button and looked for the nearest town. It was time to start
blending in. On the map app, it said the nearest town was Forks, approximately 1.2 miles away and showed a pathway making its way there. Locking
the phone, Bella slid it back into her pocket. There was no need to keep looking at it, Vampires had great minds.
Blurring through the forest, up and down small hills, Bella stopped for nothing, not until she reached her destination. When she did stop, her hair
viciously whipped against her face and the rain started to get heavier. She looked around her for a motel, bed and breakfast or any kind of shelter.
She was pleased to find that there was a lot of houses on the street, most of them for sale.
"Perfect."
The wind rattled hard and fast against large, jagged rocks and the rain lashed heavy, smashing down on the ground. Only through a small crack in the
rocks did the wind carry. Through this crack lay a woman who was fast asleep, or so it seemed. The only sound in this small cave, aside from the wind
and rain was the sound of ticking, getting slower and slower. A faint mist could be seen hovering over the girls body as the ticking slowed. Without
warning, it stopped, muting all sound except the wind and rain.
Then one sound: an intake of breath. Suddenly, the woman who lay down on the ground sat up and the faint mist disappeared off her body, rolling off
her skin and seeping into the cool, hard floor. With a groan of pain, Isabella put her hand up to her head and let out a whimper. She groaned again
before pushing herself up off the ground. The moment she was on two feet, she almost lost her balance and ended up on the cave floor again.
In panic, Isabella grabbed a near by rock to steady her movement, trying to slow down the swaying of the world. Or was that her? "Fuck, this is going
to take some time getting used to," she mumbled to herself.
Looking down at her attire, she frowned at her ripped and muddy clothes. "This isn't going to do." Shaking her head, she moaned soft and low, her
hand flying to her throat to ease the burning there. Scared, she thought back to what seemed only moments ago.
Screaming, fire, pleas for help. Isabella Swan made her way through the burning village, stopping for no one. Not a screaming child, a scared mother
or a burning human. She valued her life more than that of the people in this village. The sounds of voices calling after her reached her ears, causing
Isabella to speed up. She wouldn't let them catch her, she couldn't. Running over to a nearby house, she broke down the door and raced through it to
the other side.
When met by another door, she kicked it through like the first and made her way towards the forest beyond. The sounds of snarls getting closer to her made her slow heart speed up and adrenals to gush her blood through her veins. Despite her fear, she wouldn't give up. She must go on. She had to
know who were were chasing her. It wasn't Caesar or anyone in association to him, she knew. So it could only of been for one thing: the locket she
had stole.
She knew, of course, that they wouldn't give up easily. But, neither would she. Taking a left, Isabella headed towards the cliffs. If she could reach the
top of the cliff, she could get away and they wouldn't dare follow her. Especially because she planned to jump off the edge, into the dark, stormy sea
with angry, frothing waves that were cut open by the jagged rocks at the bottom. She just knew they wouldn't follow her through fear.
Running faster, Isabella strained her hearing until she could hear the heavy footfalls behind her, catching up with her. Taking a large risk, she looked
behind her very quickly and grinned maliciously. There was four chasing after her. Drawing closer to the cliff, Isabella started to climb her way up the
hill, her hands embedding into rocks and her arms heaving her up. The sounds of furious snapping jaws were right in her ear as she stumbled, then
jumped over a dislodged rock.
Gaining her speed back after her act of clumsiness, Isabella ran harder. As soon as she reached the top of the cliff, she wasted no time with thoughts,
fear or second guesses. She could survive without breathing. She'd never tested the theory, true, but she would make it. Without hesitation, she took
the leap of faith and jumped right off the very edge of the cliff, falling immobile through the cold air.
For a few stolen moments, she felt alive with fear, adrenaline, glee and excitement. Her dark hair hadn't caught up with her and suspended in the air,
her eyes were wide and excited; she was powerful, immortal and fierce as water rushed to greet her, promising death. Seemingly out of no where,
Isabella landed feet first in the ice cold water below. Her body tensed, seized up before her brain kicked in and she used her arms to bring herself
back up to the surface, just in time to see her pursers at the top of the cliff, screaming their frustration.
With a vicious grin, she started swimming away, the locket still held tightly into her hand.
With a small snarl, Isabella tucked her locket into her chest so it was covered and began to make her way towards the rocks that blocked the
entrance. She remembered as if it was yesterday the feel of the hard rocks as she brought them down to seal herself, the sound of them caving in to
make sure she wasn't found. If the Gods had helped her, Caesar might think she was dead. If only.
Without preamble, Isabella smashed her fists into the rocks, effectively breaking them. Grabbing a few loose ones that were blocking her way out,
she threw them out of the way. Within moments, she was out in the wind and rain. She let out a small gasp at the sensation of rain lashing against
her filmy and dirty skin. It was the first time in over five hundred years.
Grasping her throat, she fell to her knees, the muddy ground splashing onto her already dirty clothes.
With a fierce growl, Isabella pushed herself back off the ground and closed her eyes, sniffing heavily. Seconds later, her eyes snapped open, pitch
black and full of hunger. She picked up two separate scents, extremely sweet after so many years of not eating. Her throat burned violently. Two
wouldn't be enough, there would be more after. With wild eyes and growls tearing up her hoarse throat, Isabella sped off, following her nose.
She came to a stop just a few tree's away and fell to her knees in a sudden moment of weakness. Maybe she shouldn't of used such strength in
running, tracking and hunting. As she held onto the tree for support, she unwillingly let the feeling of being weak wash over her, kicking up the need
to feed and prove she was the huntress, the immortal, the powerful one. She would be no ones play thing, especially not Caesar's.
Isabella pushed past her emotions, her thoughts and instead sank deep inside herself, letting the hunter, the Vampire override her and carry her
through to find her next meals, her next path to strength so she could get moving, always moving. Up ahead, she saw two people but they did not see
her. Isabella closed her eyes and reranged her features. To add to the distressed picture, she popped her shoulder from it's socket, hissing softly. Let
the hunt begin.
"Help! Help! Oh, please! God, please, help me!" She screamed out.
Hearing her cries of help, the two people came running towards her and now she could get a better look at them. There was a man and a woman,
both looked relatively young. The man bent down on to his knees so he was eye level with her while the woman looked on from the side lines,
sympathy pulling at her eyes and mouth.
Isabella knew how she looked. Shoulder at an odd angle, greasy, dirty skin from being in the cave, old, out of fashion clothes that were torn, dirty and
ragged. Her hands and arms had dried blood smeared across the creamy skin under all the dirt and even though she felt no pain and knew her
wounds had healed, the two humans didn't. It was all, so perfect.
"Are you all right? Are you hurt?" The man asked, looking a little nervous.
Isabella nodded, whimpered and made her lip tremble. "So weak, I feel so weak... hhelp mme," she stuttered out, which made the human woman
step forward, as if compelled to help due to her loving nature.
Isabella almost felt bad.
Almost.
"Can you tell us your name? What happened? We might be able to help you," the woman addressed her and then turned to her male companion.
"David, it might be best to call the police."
Just as the man put his hand into his pocket, Isabella stretched out her hand in silent plea. "Isabella, mmy name is Isabella," she said quietly. She
did actually feel weaker and weaker by the moment and was coming to the point that she didn't know if she was acting any more.
The man nodded his head at her. "Ok, Bella... is it all right to call you that?" He questioned and only continued to talk when Bella nodded her head.
"I'm going to phone the police, ok? They're going to help you. Shannon, make sure she stays awake, keep her talking. She looks like she's going to
pass out at any moment, poor girl."
Then he paced a few steps, holding his phone out and moving it around in the air, trying to get signal, while the girl rushed to Bella's side. The man
turned his back to them and Bella saw this as her chance to strike. Before the girl in front of her could even blink, Bella grabbed her and mashed her mouth to her neck, smacking a dirty palm over the humans mouth to muffle her scream of pain and betrayal.
The blood instantly flowing into her mouth caused Bella to roll her eyes in ecstasy. Once she had drank every drop, Bella dropped the body to the
ground and stalked her way towards the man, a cruel smile now playing across her lips.
He suddenly turned around, as if he sensed her. "The police on their way n" the man stopped dead, his gaze flipping from the body of the girl then
back to the blood stained mouth of Bella. He let out a small, frightened squeak and started to run away.
Laughing, Bella caught up with him easy enough and held him in place while looking the man straight in the eyes. They began to brim over with tears.
"Please... I have three children," he begged, his voice hoarse from fear. Bella could smell it on him.
"Shh," she hushed as if soothing a baby and not a grown man. "It's ok. I'm sorry about all this, you was simply in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
If it's any constellation, I like Bella. I've never thought to shorten my name."
With that, Bella viciously tore into his neck with her teeth, shredding the skin wide and causing the blood to gush like a tap on to her awaiting tongue.
She didn't even cover the mans mouth, enjoying the screams that turned to whimpers, then gurgles and finally, silence. Bella released the lock of her
jaw, much to her annoyance. There was never enough blood and she needed so much more. Grabbing the body, she dragged it over to the dead
woman before picking them both up and moving them into a near by cave.
After disposing of the bodies, Bella looked down at the woman and decided that she could get more use out of the corpse: the woman's clothes.
Humming to herself, she stripped the woman's clothes and then her own before changing. The clothes were slightly small on her: the the tank top and
bra barely contained her boobs and the jeans were tight on her already slim waist. The shoes, thank god, did fit which was a blessing because the
area she was in was rocky.
Bella assessed herself and shrugged. There was nothing she could do about the size of the clothes, her dirty skin or her ratty hair. She would just
have to keep moving, eat some more and then grab a hotel. Bella stuck her hand into the mans pocket, taking his phone and his wallet. She took the
money, pleased to see there was a lot and then dropped the wallet back on his corpse.
Bella smiled to herself, she had the knowledge of everything and anything that had went on since she was asleep. It was amazing and convenient for
her, like her mind took all the valuable and important information and just stored it for safe keeping. Steeping back out into the wind and rain, she
mashed her fist in the rocks covering the entrance, like she had for herself and watched with satisfaction as the rocks give way, concealing the
corpses.
Bella pulling out the mans iPhone and glanced at it. Curious, she pressed the maps button and looked for the nearest town. It was time to start
blending in. On the map app, it said the nearest town was Forks, approximately 1.2 miles away and showed a pathway making its way there. Locking
the phone, Bella slid it back into her pocket. There was no need to keep looking at it, Vampires had great minds.
Blurring through the forest, up and down small hills, Bella stopped for nothing, not until she reached her destination. When she did stop, her hair
viciously whipped against her face and the rain started to get heavier. She looked around her for a motel, bed and breakfast or any kind of shelter.
She was pleased to find that there was a lot of houses on the street, most of them for sale.
"Perfect."