(Bella Swan POV / Ballet Studio)
Bella Swan looked at the man who had caused her life to flip 180 degrees. His stringy blonde hair hung loose, and a feral grin was plastered across his face as he held a camcorder up to her. She backed away from the monster that had lured her into the ballet studio—a simple recording played on a loop had been enough to convince her that her mother was captured.
"This is going to be a beautiful movie for your dear Edward," James sneered. "He'll mourn the loss of you, watching the light disappear from your eyes as I drink your blood."
Forced against a wooden post in the studio, Bella grimaced as James leaned in, smelling her neck, his eyes an obsidian black. She knew it was a stupid idea to run away from Jasper and Alice while they were checking out of the hotel, but James's phone call had been masterfully executed.
"He'll kill you," she stuttered. "They're on the way, and he'll kill you the second he finds out what you did."
James laughed aloud, his eyes boring into hers.
"Doesn't that make it even better?"
At a blistering speed that Bella couldn't comprehend, James backhanded her. The force launched her body into a large mirror; shards shattered upon impact, piercing her flesh and cutting deep into her thigh.
She could feel how bad the damage was immediately. Her leg was already pooling with blood, and if no one came soon, she'd bleed out on the floor.
"It makes it worth the hassle!" James yelled in excitement. "The greatest hunt needs to have an action-packed end. By the time your precious Edward comes, I'll be long gone. From there, it'll be a game of cat and mouse."
Sauntering over to her, James leaned down. "Here's a hint: I'm the cat."
Bella watched in horror as James slammed his foot down on her shin. The bone snapped, and her vision swam as she screamed in agony. He was torturing her before finishing the job, playing with his food before eating it.
She couldn't think. Everything hurt too much.
She thought about everything that had led her to this point. Coming to Forks had been a strategic move to allow her mother to travel with her new husband, a minor league baseball player. The town was nice, albeit different from Phoenix, and her father, Charlie, was doing his best to accommodate her.
That's where she met Edward Cullen. He was enigmatic, rude, and her newfound obsession. He had saved her life from a van crushing her into a pulp, and from there, their whirlwind romance began.
A couple of months into living in Forks, he had saved her once again, this time from a would-be sexual assault. He disclosed to her that he could read minds, and from there she pieced together the clues, discovering he was a vampire.
She met his vampire family, and even though they were cautious about her, she was welcomed.
That's when everything went to hell.
A simple baseball game—something she was invited to—had led her to meet a band of nomadic vampires, and James was one of them. The moment he smelled her blood, he'd locked onto her and begun a hunt which culminated in the situation she found herself in now: dying on the floor in her old ballet studio.
She watched as James smirked, obviously proud of the torture he'd already accomplished. He moved closer to her, sniffing, before he picked up her hand.
"Actually, I think I have a better idea," he said slowly. "I'll turn you. There's a high chance you'll die in the process, and if you don't, then I'll kill you. Your screams will be all the reward I need."
She felt his mouth clamp over her hand, the tears staining her eyes obstructing her view of her final moments. Then, the pain hit. It was searing, as if her entire body was on fire, thousands of fire ants biting at her nerves over and over again. Time stood still, but all she wanted was to die, to let the pain stop.
The world around her blurred, but she heard the screaming and yelling of two men. The sounds of granite smashing against granite, wooden flooring being torn apart. Bella hoped it was Edward—hoped he was there to save her—but she wasn't sure.
Seconds bled into minutes, and the cacophony of combat was the only thing that accompanied the pain inside her body. She could hear Carlisle and Alice beside her; their voices whispered, but the urgency was obvious.
She was going to die. That was certain.
Then, a foreign sound rang out. The rushing of air, as if a jet were flying overhead, followed by a massive explosion. The sound of granite being pulverized filled the room, followed by the groaning of a strange voice.
"Fuuuuuuck, my ass hurts."
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(Cyrus POV / Clutching his Ass)
His consciousness came back to him slowly, the sound of wind tearing and ripping past his ears awakening him. Cyrus felt his body plummeting at absurd speeds as his eyes snapped open. Looking around, he could see the night sky; the clouds were absent, and he noticed he was falling toward a city.
Looking down, he gasped in shock. The ground was only a couple of hundred meters below him, and he knew that surviving the landing would be a miracle. There was a large building directly under him, and by the looks of it, the poor structural integrity wouldn't survive his impact.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! What the hell is going on? He shouted in his mind, his memories somewhat hazy after waking up. It took a couple of seconds before everything snapped into place, and Cyrus realized how he had ended up in such an insane predicament.
Fuck you, Anos, you unrepentant asshole! Couldn't even place me on the ground? Instead, I'm free-falling to my doom!
Lost in his mini-mental breakdown, Cyrus didn't notice how close he was to the building before his body smashed into it. Instead of being instantly pulverized like he had assumed, the roof caved in like butter as he continued downward.
Closing his eyes and bracing for his body to meet the ground, Cyrus swore every single piece of vulgar vocabulary he could remember.
After another second, he felt his body impact something tough, like a rock, before its resistance crumbled entirely and he smashed into the wooden floorboards, creating a giant crater that expanded quickly.
"Fuuuuuuck, my ass hurts!" he bellowed out, kneeling forward as he caressed his rear. Whatever he had hit before the floor felt like someone had attempted to sodomize him with a boulder.
It took a couple of seconds before Cyrus realized that he hadn't died from the fall. Cracking his eyes open, he was welcomed by the sight of a large crater. Wood pieces were visible, but they looked somewhat charred and atomized.
Where the hell am I? He thought in wonder, ignoring his feat of surviving the fall for a moment.
"Hello?" he called out, looking upward at the gaping hole he found himself in. "Anyone there? I'm a bit stuck!"
He could hear people speaking in hushed whispers as he waited patiently for one of them to respond. It took a couple of seconds of back and forth before one of them sighed and stood at the edge of the hole. Cyrus watched as they extended a hand, and he quickly latched on, noting it was ice cold.
He heard a light grunt before his body was hoisted off the floor, escaping the crater.
Landing with surprising finesse, Cyrus turned to the person who had helped him and paused in shock.
A teenager with short black hair stood before him. His height was easily above 6'4", and he was built like a bear, with golden eyes and pale skin.
That's Emmett Cullen! Cyrus understood quickly. His eyes snapped away from the vampire before he looked around the room he'd landed in. It was a large, completely destroyed ballet studio. All the mirrors had been shattered, but he could see some of the balancing posts still standing.
His eyes continued to wander throughout the room, seeing the Cullen vampires surrounding him in a defensive formation. At the back of the room, Cyrus saw a girl on the floor, bloodstained but somewhat stable. Another boy was hunched over her, whispering words into her ear.
"Err, hi?" Cyrus said sheepishly. "Mind telling me what's going on?"
The studio was silent, apart from the light moans of pain from the girl in the back. Cyrus stared at each of the vampires before making eye contact with Emmett once again. However, he quickly noticed Emmett's eyes were moving down and then back up in rapid succession.
"Well, that ain't fair," Emmett said in a somewhat defeated tone. "Biggest dick I've ever seen."
Please tell me I'm not naked. Please tell me I'm not naked.
Slowly breaking eye contact, Cyrus's eyes lowered to his body before he sighed in defeat.
I'm fucking naked.
It became alarmingly apparent that Anos hadn't helped him out in any other way when he threw him into the new world. Falling from the sky was one thing, but being stark naked in front of people was another. Cyrus was already thinking about revenge when the sound of another girl spoke out.
"Who are you?" she asked, the caution apparent. "What are you doing here, and how did you survive that fall?"
Cyrus looked at her and paused. She was gorgeous, and not like the kind of gorgeous one would see in a magazine or a movie. No, she was otherworldly gorgeous—golden curls, amber eyes, and a curvaceous body.
Rosalie? Cyrus wondered. She was stunning in ways he couldn't verbalize, but that was it; he simply appreciated her looks.
"Not too sure how I survived the fall," he said slowly. He was going to lie, and hopefully, the powers he held would block any of the abilities the vampires had. "Not too sure about what I'm doing here... memory's a bit fuzzy. But my name's Cyrus. Any more than that... haven't the foggiest."
He didn't have an identity, so using his first name for now was the best option. Plus, he always disliked how his last name sounded, so maybe it was time to reinvent himself?
"Does anyone have spare clothes or something?" he asked quickly, covering up his long appendage. Maybe Anos wasn't as bad as he thought; he could forgive the abrupt crash landing in return for the enhanced 'piece.'
He watched as Emmett blurred away, though he noted that the man was moving in almost slow motion in his eyes. His body was already different; that much was obvious from the drop he'd experienced. He would need to spend some time figuring out his situation once the current crisis had passed.
Seconds later, Emmett returned with a duffle bag. Placing it on the ground, he sifted through it, threw a pair of pants and a shirt at Cyrus. Thankful for the small mercies, he changed on the spot, the clothes fitting somewhat comfortably on his new body.
"So, uh, what happened here?" he asked. Obviously he knew, but playing the whole amnesia card would be the best option for now.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but we need to get to the hospital. Bella has lost a dangerous amount of blood. Edward's already taken her, but we should all go just in case."
Cyrus's question was interrupted by a tall blonde man. He had the same pale skin and golden eyes, but he held himself with a quiet confidence that Cyrus hadn't seen before. Carlisle Cullen, the father of the coven, looked at him before speaking once again.
"Please, come with us?" he asked. "I'm a doctor, and you're showing clear signs of amnesia. We can sit down and talk once Bella has been taken care of."
Cyrus nodded at the request, and he could see how relieved Carlisle was at his response. It was obvious their main priority was Bella, but they wouldn't let him go without getting some answers, especially seeing as he'd just... appeared out of nowhere.
"What happened to the tracker?" Rosalie asked, eyeing Cyrus warily.
"Well, it seems our new guest's landing crushed him... and with the heat of his entry, he simply evaporated. Esme and Alice had a look in the crater, and there's no sign of James left."
HAHAH, I crushed a vampire with my ass?! That's got to be one of the worst ways to go out for a villain!
Feigning confusion, Cyrus followed the family to the car parked outside, but before he entered, he watched as they set fire to the studio in an attempt to erase their involvement.
Taking a seat in the back, Cyrus kept to himself as the family whispered to one another. He could obviously hear their curiosity and questions directed toward Carlisle, but he kept quiet nonetheless.
I take it back, Anos. Fuck you. This is way more complicated than I needed it to be.
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Late Edit - Thoughts on the MC name? Not sure how I feel about it, stuck between Leon, Levi, Sam/Samuel, Silas or Gideon. Let me know?