Thunder Strikes

A year later, Edward and Melody are trying to keep their quite new relationship last. Unfortunately a few somebody's are getting in their way, tensing them up. In times of stress, fear, Joy and promises, the young couple needs to raise two toddlers and learn to be honest to themselves and each other.
And while Edward is distant for reasons Melody is not aware of a new attacker who is waiting for the right time to bite.

Will their bond be strong enough to survive? Or will the someone be able to break it?

Thunder Strikes is a sequel to Starless Sky and Moon Girl.

Get bitten and tag along!



This story is RATED 18+ / NC-17 which means the following:

- sex
- violence
- angst
- cursing


2. Thunder One

I am running, racing through the thick forest. At night it looks the most beautiful, when the light of the moon will sometimes shimmer through the leaves of the high trees. I feel my feet hit the mud beneath me, hear the wet slosh when my shoes push it backwards. The rain is pouring down from the sky, soaking me.

The sounds of the nature around me, which usually are quite loud during a day, is only heard when the animals flee. As if something bad is coming to them.

                And even though I love running and enjoy the taste of fresh animal blood on my tongue, it is still a nagging feeling that I am the cause of that.

                They flee from me.


                I feel my legs get heavy at some point, signaling me that I’ll need the blood soon to boost up my energy. Luckily, I'm nearing the river to get to the other side where the mountain lions hide themselves.

                I find out they are my favorite, just like Edward’s.


                Thinking about my vampire boyfriend wakes a sense of guilt inside me. before summer we’d told him everything he needed to know in that moment, which means that he is still unaware of my exact being. Even though our relationship grew to better heights, he never even wanted to talk about the subject of me not being human.

                It's the main reason why he doesn’t know I am hunting at the moment – he doesn’t even know I do such a thing. He thinks I am only sleeping at the moment while he is somewhere in Canada with Jasper and Emmett, hunting himself.


                At the side of the river, I push my sneaker-clad feet backwards before crouching deeply and jumping over. Luckily, it isn’t too far – my being part human is still setting strains on my vampire abilities.

                I land a little unsteady on the other side, losing my balance for a moment before getting the right speed again. I hear the hairy oversized cats nearby and jump in a tree, climbing into the top. Perched from up there, I see two of them, seeming to be hunting themselves.

                I lick my lips in anticipation and thirst as I get a whiff of air, that drafts the smell of their warm blood into my nose. My heart starts to beat faster, the venom flowing into my mouth. I sharpen my vision, focusing on one of the mountain lions’ neck for the right spot. I faintly see the thick jugular pumping, my undoing for the night.

                I crouch deeper through my knees, strain my muscles and jump down, aiming for its neck.

                To my unfortunate luck, the cat-like animal notices me and starts to run after its companion. I stumble to the ground, getting enormously frustrated and angry that I'm not getting my prey so easy.

                I pursue after him ignoring the muscle burn that had worsened in my legs. I jump onto a nearby rock, getting higher than the damn lion and trying to pass him. At the point, I jump again, but trip over thick tree roots that are sticking from the ground. The lion looks over its shoulder before running farther. I growl loudly, animalistic and giving chase to it once more.

                “I will get you, you fucking cunt cat!” I roar, giving the last sprint my legs can take. I'm thirsty, getting chagrinned, which is a very bad thing for the stupid lion.


                When I round a large tree, where the mountain lion had headed too, I don'tt see him anymore. I stomp my foot childishly, flashing a string of lightning against the tree trunk, marking it.


                I ponder over my last option, immediately jumping into the tree next to me. I can still smell the cat and was right when I get him in my black eyesight again. I grin smugly to myself.


                I leap for the last time tonight, hissing vigorously, my hand reaching for the fur  and toppling over fighting with the lion and smartly avoiding the scratching nails.

                “Now you’ve irritated me enough for tonight,” I grouse, pushing its head down in the mud and cutting my razor sharp teeth through the flesh, sucking the red liquid out of the thick vein.

                I moan loudly because of the feeling. It empoweres me, strengthens me. I always feel invincible in a moment like this.

                At some point the animal stops struggling while I drink the last drops from its body. When it's completely drained, I push the carcass away, not wanting to look at the dead in its eyes.


                It's always like this – after the pleasurable invincibility, I’d get disgusted with myself for killing such a beautiful animal. It's still a little difficult for me to turn that knob, stopping the guilt after a kill. At moments like these, I understand why Edward feels like a monster – I do too.


                I slowly walk back into the direction I had come from, brushing the dirt from my jeans and slightly shredded shirt and picking the leaves and small twigs from my hair. I let my breathing turn back to normal, feel my body get stronger again with the fresh blood that boosted my muscles and let the guilt over the lion’s death leave my mind.

                Not very much later, I get the river back into view. It's still quite far from my spot, but at least I know where I'm heading.


                And then, suddenly, I hear a low rumbling sound from behind me. A whiff of hot air warms my neck but strangely makes my neck-hairs stand up straight. I gasp when I hear another low growl and turn around, stumbling backwards when I come face to face with a pair of big, grey eyes.

                It's a wolf.

                Like, a fucking oversized puppy with fangs.


                My eyes widen and my first instinct is to yelp and run, but the wolf’s mind makes me stay still.

                ‘…Melody? What is she doing here? Weird time to take a walk in the woods…’


                My, slowly from color changing, eyes turn to his when I realize.


                It's Jacob! I knew he was a wolf, but never saw him or anyone of them outside a mind. Jake is enormous and has a rusty brown fur.


                I debate what to do – he can’t know about my true nature, nor can I suddenly attack him. 

                ‘…weird, I thought Sam mentioned a vampire hunting the grounds….’  Jacob’s wolfy mind muses, his large head frowning.


                I want to smack myself – I hadn’t realized I was on Quileute lands at all and never met one of the pack before during hunting. I panic slightly, until I realize that I'm not a Cullen, so I technically can do what I want here.

                ‘Wait, Can you read my mind!?’  Jacob is suddenly alert, staring at me. I clear my throat, finding this situation awfully awkward.

                “Yeah…Jake this is fucking weird. I mean I know you’re a wolf and all but you didn’t have to scare the crap out of me…” I say dryly, trying to find a way to escape.

                A strange rumble leaves his throat, sounding like a deep chuckle. I’ve always wondered if dogs are able to laugh.


                ‘…alright, wait a minute…’ 


                I see Jake turn his big wolf ass around, making me stumble backward more, and triple behind a tree. I hear movements and unnatural sounds until I see him reappear again, wearing just cut-off jeans.




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