Random Rita ~ Thursday Feature Fics!

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Evenin’ ladies!

Once again, no fluffy bunnies, butterflies or unicorns fartin’ rainbows!

This fic had the hairs on my arms standin’ straight up from the first chapter to the end, although for two very separate reasons: 1) heart attack inducin’ angst and 2) a sexy beast of an Edward who won’t stop until he’s claimed his mate! HOT HOT HOT!!!

Jacob lovers need not apply…just sayin’!

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13084492/1/Run

Bella wakes up in a blood stained cage in the middle of forest with no chance of escape and nowhere to hide. On the night of the full moon, she is released and given the opportunity to fight, or rather run, for her freedom. If she makes it to the road first, she can live. If they catch her before then, tonight she will die.
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Supernatural – Bella, Edward – Chapters: 26 – Words: 160,558 – Reviews: 218 – Favs: 160 – Follows: 93 – Updated: Oct 21, 2018 – Published: Oct 5, 2018 – Status: Complete – id: 13084492

Far too many women put themselves in danger on a daily basis! Bella’s mistake was allowin’ her coworker to leave her to close up the restaurant all by herself after a couple of oblivious customers overstayed their welcome until the wee hours of the night! Needless to say, she never even made it to her car!

Bella froze. She didn’t even breathe.

She felt someone come behind her and for a second, a small second, she wanted to order herself to open her eyes and wake up, because this wasn’t possible. Things like this didn’t happen. This couldn’t be happening, not to her.

“Turn around,” Sam barked. His voice was so different that if she hadn’t been facing him, if she didn’t see the words leaving his mouth, she would have sworn someone else had spoken them.

Trembling, she slowly turned to see another man.

He stood there in silence. His black gaze never left hers, they never even blinked.

Bella shivered. The man was just as handsome as the one behind her had been, but his eyes held no life. They were empty. Dead.

They were working together, she realized. This man had been the one to torment her. He had been the one to shove her, push her. Terrify her.

Bella knew they wouldn’t let her leave. She had seen their faces. She also got the feeling that even if she hadn’t then they wouldn’t have let her leave. They wanted to hurt her.

“Please,” she breathed. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she begged, knowing it was useless, but it was all she could think of. Please don’t hurt me.

The man with the empty eyes smiled, and it was just like the rest of him, cold and unfeeling. His eyes finally left hers to meet Sam’s.

“We’re going to have some fun with her,” he said. His voice was deep and rumbling, and for the first time she saw emotion flicker in his black gaze and immediately wished she hadn’t. It was a sick type of satisfaction that sent a shiver running down her spine.

“Yes, we are,” Sam agreed from behind her. Closer.

Before Bella could even think of moving, Sam’s once soft hands gripped her upper arms with punishing fingers. His breath was hot and wet as he hissed in her ear. “Watch.”

Unable to do anything else, Bella’s eyes flickered to the man in front of her. He smirked and, to her absolute horror, he began to transform.

Like something out of a low budget horror movie, his teeth elongated, saliva dripping from the sharp fangs. His face distorted, his bones bent and cracked sickeningly. His expensive designer clothes tore as his body grew and reformed.

Bella stared, unable to do anything else, until the man with the dead eyes turned into a very dangerous and very real and gigantic wolf.

Werewolf! she screamed the word in her mind as she began to struggle, desperate to be freed. Sam didn’t let her move an inch. He forced her to watch until the transformation was complete.

This was one of his many favourite parts. The moment they realized monsters weren’t just something out of their worst nightmares, but were in fact very real. And they could do nothing to get away, nothing to save themselves.

Bella’s mind shut down. Her terror overtaking her. The only thing she could do was scream. And she did. Bella’s bloodcurdling scream lasted only seconds before she felt a sharp prick in her neck and darkness fell around her. The last thing she remembered was the cold, dead eyes of the wolf coming closer and closer and knowing she was helpless to stop them.

That, if she were lucky, she was going to die.

This fabulous fic deserves far more reviews than it has so, if you read it, leave her some love for a job very well done!

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So many of you rec’d A Litany at Dusk by duskwatcher2153 that I finally caved and all I can say is WHY THE HELL DIDN’T I GET TO IT SOONER!!! Anyway, for you lurkers out there who haven’t yet discovered this incredible classic, read now!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5312635/1/A-Litany-at-Dusk

Edward’s been a solitary vampire, hunting on the edges of society. He rejoins his family in Forks, ready to abstain and runs across a young woman praying. A choice must be made between one’s heart, one’s desires and one’s soul. Darkward ExB AU
Rated: Fiction M – English – Romance/Drama – Edward, Bella – Chapters: 34 – Words: 134,502 – Reviews: 5,561 – Favs: 3,138 – Follows: 1,480 – Updated: Aug 21, 2010 – Published: Aug 19, 2009 – Status: Complete – id: 5312635

I had spent the majority of my existence feeding on the worst dregs of humanity, the unrepentant rapists, murderers, drug-pushers and child exploiters. With each life I took, I knew some other human out there was safer for my actions. I could hear the thoughts of the evil and felt like I was cleansing the world. I thought I was bringing justice; now I recognized I had only been bringing vengeance and that there was a world of difference.

It was if a veil had been lifted from my eyes and I could see myself as the selfish, self-deluding monster that I was.

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I walked to the center of the meadow and sat down. Sitting in the classic meditative pose of legs crossed and upturned hands resting on my knees, I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind.

I couldn’t pray, but I could remember. I murmured their names with my eyes closed, seeing each face before me.

Patrick O’Malley

Chester Wainwright

Gordon Hatfield

Michael Donovan

Peter Schoonover

James Keller

Frank DeMaso

Roderic Bergen

Susan Morgan

Yolanda Jimenez

Carlos Corrida

I felt Carlisle’s presence somewhere near the middle of the list. He watched me passively from underneath the surrounding trees as I recited my way to the end. Once I had finished and bowed my head, he walked over to me and sat down, echoing my position. The names—those you’ve killed?

“It’s the only way I have to keep some part of them alive. I killed them. Shouldn’t I bear that responsibility?”

The church believes that penance without a change in behavior is empty.

“That’s why I’m here,” I whispered. “I don’t want to be the avenging angel anymore. I’m not the person for that job.”

Angels are lonely creatures.

I laughed hollowly. “Tell me about it.”

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My next post will be a round-up of WIPs currently rulin’ my world! Until then…

Happy Thursday!

Rita