Post by James on Nov 3, 2009 0:23:48 GMT -5
[End of Twilight; tag Bella! And then everyone else... :''']
Just being right was a simple win. It was easy, unworthy of the effort invested. Knowing you're going to be right, is a more fulfilling triumph. The Cullens were a diverse group of toys, intelligent and talented. It had made targeting the Human infinitely challenging and entertaining. When he had first seen them, he had immediately sensed the higher level of organization and the more complex connections they had to each other. Their eyes and their subsequent explanation gave him more insight, and once he realized who they were protecting, he immediately relished the very fact that these superior beings would be part of his game.
At first sight, it was evident who their leader was; acting spokesperson and somehow a father figure. James could tell that he was centuries old, and his diplomacy once again confirmed to him that he had decided correctly in using Laurent as a front. His eyes saw the eyes of his mate, admiring and full of respect and adoration. It was obvious to see how they had paired each other off. The tall, burly one with the beautiful blonde. And then there was the smallest one with the taller blonde male. They each had something else swimming in their minds and behind their eyes, a sign to James that they had additional talents like Victoria and himself. The small one caught his eye for a few moments, triggering a faraway memory. He had not seen the result of one particular hunt he'd been on, but this was hardly the place for such a reunion. The last two were the furthest away, and the girl's eyes were even more unusual... almost human-like. Most clans, while meeting another, stood in unison, but there was something in their stance, their presentation, that suggested more. James' mind flickered back and forth between each vampire, looking for that underlying element. When the winds suddenly changed, and as James felt his throat burn, he realized that they were not just presenting themselves, they were defending.
He soon came face to face with what he would consider his favorite toy. He was the youngest looking one who was the first to stand in front of the human. At first, he was surprised that he had defended so quickly against him, as if anticipating his move. In the few seconds they had gnarled at each other from a short distance, he saw that he actually was anticipating. James immediately knew that the boy had an extra talent as some of their kind sometimes did, and his own special ability told him that the boy could see his mind somehow. Interesting. A mind reader. With sickening pleasure, James had quickly revealed to him how much information he had on them. As each of them placed themselves in front of the girl, he instantly knew their unique traits that had been kept at bay. Now that they were interfering, he knew. And he let the boy know that he knew, he had them all. Blood had not been shed at the moment, but it was only a prelude for what was to come.
They had played the game well, inventive and quick, but James had hunted too long to lose track so easily. Victoria had shown her usefulness and had provided the most vital piece of the puzzle. Arizona. To a human, this part of the country was dry and hot. It was nothing that ever phased a vampire. Finding Bella's home and ballet studio had been easy, and convincing her to come see him even more so. James waited patiently for his prey to come to him, fiddling with the gadget he'd 'borrowed' from the girl's house. She would arrive soon, and he'd be able to enjoy his victory. He made a conservative estimate as to how long it would take for them to realize where they were, and how much Bella had been able to reveal to the little fortune teller. They would certainly arrive, but not before James got his way, triumphant over their whole clan, or family, as he realized they considered it. It would be his greatest hunt yet, and it would take centuries for another of its kind to come along. He mused over the particular joys of this hunt, ignoring the other human, but still tempting, scents that would walk by the building. They were not the subtle, floral one he had been yearning for for days.
Just being right was a simple win. It was easy, unworthy of the effort invested. Knowing you're going to be right, is a more fulfilling triumph. The Cullens were a diverse group of toys, intelligent and talented. It had made targeting the Human infinitely challenging and entertaining. When he had first seen them, he had immediately sensed the higher level of organization and the more complex connections they had to each other. Their eyes and their subsequent explanation gave him more insight, and once he realized who they were protecting, he immediately relished the very fact that these superior beings would be part of his game.
At first sight, it was evident who their leader was; acting spokesperson and somehow a father figure. James could tell that he was centuries old, and his diplomacy once again confirmed to him that he had decided correctly in using Laurent as a front. His eyes saw the eyes of his mate, admiring and full of respect and adoration. It was obvious to see how they had paired each other off. The tall, burly one with the beautiful blonde. And then there was the smallest one with the taller blonde male. They each had something else swimming in their minds and behind their eyes, a sign to James that they had additional talents like Victoria and himself. The small one caught his eye for a few moments, triggering a faraway memory. He had not seen the result of one particular hunt he'd been on, but this was hardly the place for such a reunion. The last two were the furthest away, and the girl's eyes were even more unusual... almost human-like. Most clans, while meeting another, stood in unison, but there was something in their stance, their presentation, that suggested more. James' mind flickered back and forth between each vampire, looking for that underlying element. When the winds suddenly changed, and as James felt his throat burn, he realized that they were not just presenting themselves, they were defending.
He soon came face to face with what he would consider his favorite toy. He was the youngest looking one who was the first to stand in front of the human. At first, he was surprised that he had defended so quickly against him, as if anticipating his move. In the few seconds they had gnarled at each other from a short distance, he saw that he actually was anticipating. James immediately knew that the boy had an extra talent as some of their kind sometimes did, and his own special ability told him that the boy could see his mind somehow. Interesting. A mind reader. With sickening pleasure, James had quickly revealed to him how much information he had on them. As each of them placed themselves in front of the girl, he instantly knew their unique traits that had been kept at bay. Now that they were interfering, he knew. And he let the boy know that he knew, he had them all. Blood had not been shed at the moment, but it was only a prelude for what was to come.
They had played the game well, inventive and quick, but James had hunted too long to lose track so easily. Victoria had shown her usefulness and had provided the most vital piece of the puzzle. Arizona. To a human, this part of the country was dry and hot. It was nothing that ever phased a vampire. Finding Bella's home and ballet studio had been easy, and convincing her to come see him even more so. James waited patiently for his prey to come to him, fiddling with the gadget he'd 'borrowed' from the girl's house. She would arrive soon, and he'd be able to enjoy his victory. He made a conservative estimate as to how long it would take for them to realize where they were, and how much Bella had been able to reveal to the little fortune teller. They would certainly arrive, but not before James got his way, triumphant over their whole clan, or family, as he realized they considered it. It would be his greatest hunt yet, and it would take centuries for another of its kind to come along. He mused over the particular joys of this hunt, ignoring the other human, but still tempting, scents that would walk by the building. They were not the subtle, floral one he had been yearning for for days.