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I worked very hard on this, please tell me what you think. This is what happens to TWilight while she's on a mission and I'm away because of Thanksgiving. Constructive criticism is appreciated, nice comments are loved and hate mail for what I did to Twilight in this story is laughed at. Oh and, the stuff in italics are Twilight's thought's.

For some reason I've been using this writing style as of lately where I don't actually use the peoples names, except if it's used in conversation. I wonder why... -shrugs- I'll find out eventually I guess.


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"Blood..."

That's all she could smell, feel, see. She could practicly taste it.

"Blood.."

It was everywhere. Her hair was stained with it. It was on her clothes. On the corpses that fell before her and her supposed allies in battle. Even on her hands.

"Everywhere..."

It was driving her crazy. She could feel herself losing it. Her eyes where a dark red by now, and she could feel her mind slipping as the blood lust tried to take over.

"To much..."

Yes... She needed it. She craved it. It taunted her whenever she saw it. But she couldn't give in. Not yet... Not here. Not infront of her supposed allies. They'd send her back to Lab Five, and she'd never be free again. She was only lucky to have gotten out last time, and they took pity on her once they realized she was different then she had been before. It was the only reason she was free. But they'd never let something like her be free if they knew. She could disguise everything about her with magic if she wanted to. And most of the time, she did. She hid her ears and tail a lot, even infront of her friends. She used magic so that she could go into the sunlight. It still hurt when she was in the light, but she could live with it. And of course, she hid her fangs. Atleast, she did infront of these people.

"Only a few left..."

There where only a few of the people from the resistence left. If she could finish this quickly, then she wouldn't lose it. She'd be able to get away, and continue to starve herself, leaving not only her supposed allies, but her friends in blissful ignorance as she slowly killed herself. She spotted one of the men; there where only about ten of them left out of about a hundred. She smirked lightly; this was almost to easy. Sure, there where a lot of them and the military, other then herself, had only sent out four people, but the people didn't put of much of a fight. "What a resistence group this is..." She muttered sarcasticly to herself. She managed to get behind the man without being noticed; it was easier to kill them if you didn't have to see they're faces. In all honesty, she didn't like killing people. Or atleast, she didn't anymore. But that's a different story. She brought her scythe down on the man, hoping to sever his spine right below the neck and make his death nearly painless... "Don't hurt daddy!!!" But before she could hit the man, a kid that couldn't have been more then five years old jumped in the way. At the very last minute. She couldn't stop it. Just watch in horror as the child fell to the ground, dead. Blood poured out of the wound in his chest, and his eyes where already glazed over with death. He was a little boy. He was small. He was dead

"I killed him..."

She stood there, frozen in place. She heard people around her yelling. Coworkers? The enemy? She couldn't tell. She didn't even try to. She didn't kill kid's. The mere thought of killing a little child made her sick to her stomach. Maybe that was the militaries plan all along... They'd wanted her dead for years, so why not have her kill a kid? She'd drop her guard long enough to be shot. Or atleast, that's probably what there plan had been. They where right though. They're plan had worked perfectly, and she'd fallen into one of they're traps for the first time in a very long time. She'd only stood there for a minute, but that's all the man infront of her needed. He wheeled around, looking at the dead child on the ground before them both. He let out an enraged cry and pulled a gun seemingly out of nowhere. He shot a few rounds at her. He shot five bullets; three hit their mark. One was lodged in her left shoulder, one in her upper chest on the right side, and the last one passed right through her stomach and out the other side. "You monster!!!" The man yelled furiously. "YOU KILLED MY SON!!!!!!"

"His son..."

That explained a lot. The little boy was trying to protect his father. And she'd killed him. She sank to the ground, one hand covering her stomach, the other still holding onto her scythe as though the minute she let go of it she'd die. She refused to cry out for help. Refused to cry out in pain. Refused to show that it hurt, even though it hurt so much... She'd taught herself long ago not to show pain or sorrow. Atleast, not to anyone that would be alive long enough to really give a damn about it. Her vision was getting blurry, and her skin was paler then usual from the blood loss. "MONSTER!!!" The man roared. He was out of his mind with grief.

"Dont call me a monster... Please...."

She heard a few shouts, something that sounded like 'Black Death's been hit!', but her mind didn't really register much of it.. The man was aiming his gun right at her heart. Though she was a vampire she was.... Unstable. Not only in her mind, but her body was unstable. She was human at first... But then the people in lab five messed up every part of her body that they could get they're filthy hands on. She didn't even resemble her former self in the slightest way. Everything was different. Somehow they'd even managed to make her shorter! Then becoming a Vampire.. It was to much for her small body to handle. She couldn't heal like most vampires could. Couldn't regenerate. She could die from wounds like a normal human could. She started to cough, a trickle of blood coming from her mouth. The man looked crazy. He had murder on his mind. He didn't care what happened to him at this point, as long as the girl before him died. She couldn't keep her eyes open. She was so tired... She wanted to go to sleep.. She felt her body fall to the ground before the man as her eyes slowly closed. As a pool of blood formed around her body, she heard the sound of a gun being fired. Whether by an ally or the man before her, she didn't know. She didn't really care either. All she did, for the first time in a long time, was send a prayer up to whatever entity really watched over this god forsaken planet and the beings that lived on it.

"Please... I don't want to wake up again...."

The man fell to the ground, dead. The person, a somewhat young woman that could'nt have been more then thirty, breathed a sigh of mild relief, pushing back a few strands of her somewhat spiky blonde hair. She'd hit him just in time to save the kid. She kneeled down next to the girl, and realized just how bad her wounds where. "God kid... How the hell did you let this happen? I've never seen you let your guard down before..." She then noticed the small child, and the girls freshly blood-stained scythe. It all made sense to her now. "She'll never forgive herself..."

"No.... Not ever... I don't deserve something like that..."

The rest of the rebellion group, which had grown to large to be considered 'safe' by the militaries standards, where wiped out after that. The woman picked up the young girl before her, and rushed her to the medic tent, wondering in the back of her mind if she'd survive this time. "Hawkeye, what happened to her?" Asked a man with black hair, though whether it could be considered long or short was beyond the woman. He limped over to her, his leg heavilly bandaged. Most likely a bullet hole. "Mustang... They planned it again.... A kid got in the way and...." The woman trailed off, placing the girl on a bed as doctors swarmed around her. The Colonel muttered somethign along the lines of profound cursing under his breath. "Damn it.... When are they going to realize that she's not like that anymore..?" "Never." The woman said, a somewhat sad tone to her voice. "They will never realize that she's not a monster like everyone makes her out ot be. They spread rumors about her being unstable and dangerous, and the world hates her for it. They will never just leave her alone until the day she's dead."

"My prayers where left unanswered once more and I woke up in hell again..."