I Do What You Refuse To Do

AN: Oddly enough this came to me as I was walking my dog. What if Bella was a psychopath and the clumsy, blushing, shy girl was just an act? Then I got to thinking about what would be her reason for dating Edward, then what if a Symbiote, like venom from spider-man, attached and bonded it's self to her, and then I just snowballed from there and now it's stuck there until I write it and is prevent me from my other stories. Hopefully writing another Twilight will help me continue Red Life. This story's going to be a little different as my other ones as I'm not going to have Bella be abused or anything like in my other stories. Also she's going to use sex as a weapon and there most likely won't be a real paring but if there is than it will be with a female cause that just how I am. Also this is not a crossover no character from Spider-man will make an appearance. Scourge is a Symbiote that I created, and she doesn't have web-powers like some of the others.

Chapter One: Some are Born, Others are Created, and a Few are Both.

From the earliest that I could remember I've always been different. Even my mother thought so. I didn't like to play with dolls or other girls. I didn't like to play with boys and their things either. I was much happier with a good book or just watching what others did. Because of this I learned another reason why I was different. When other kids fell and got hurt they ran to their mommies or daddies and cried. I on the other hand did not. One time my mother had taken me to a park. Played for a while then I fell and scraped my knee. I didn't cry or scream; I just walked up to my mother so she could put a band-aid on it or something. She was sitting talking with some of the other parents when I tapped her on the arm. Quickly she turned to me. "Mommy I fell." I said. You would have thought I said cut off my thumb by the way she was acting. "Oh my god sweetie are you okay. Oh that looks bad. Does it hurt?" I nodded. "Only a little." She nodded before wiping the blood and asking one of the other moms for a band-aid. Around this time another little girl ran up to her mom because she got a splinter. The girl was sobbing and screaming as her mother pulled it out. My mom finished before the other could even get her daughter to hold still. "Thank you." I said to her before going back to play. Though I was still within earshot of the parents.

"So um, Renee. Was that your daughter?" One of the women asked. "Yep that was Bella. Oh and thanks for the band aid, I didn't think to bring any." Another woman joined in. "Is she always so well behaved?" My mom looked confused "What do you mean?" She asked. The woman blushed. "Well you saw Lucy, no offense Sarah, but she came running up screaming about a splinter while your daughter waited until you stopped talking before she said anything and she was bleeding. Not mention she didn't even cry as you cleaned her up. But the real kicker is that she even said thank you." I was confused aren't we suppose to say thank you when someone does something for you? My mother frowned. "Bella's never really cried. Actually I don't even think she cried once when she was a baby." This time a man responded. "Are you sure she's alright in the head." He chuckled as another women smack him. My mother frowned and I knew she was thinking over what we found out when I was four.

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It was a normal day. She had dropped me off at daycare while she went to work. I spent most of the day looking at the books from the shelves and even reading some of them. I had behaved, and even ate my peanut butter and jelly sandwich that she had forgotten to cut the crust off. I don't like the crust. Then at six o'clock she picked me up and we went home. I was sitting at the table drawling while she chopped up some fruit for dinner. "Tomorrow can you cut my crust off?" I asked her and she gasped. "Oh I'm sorry did I forget? I was in a rush this morning. I'll try to remember tomorrow. Shit!" She yelped, and I got up to see what happened. I was captivated by the small red drop forming on her finger. She frantically looked for something to wrap it with when I wrapped my own lips around the cut. I could taste the fruit juices on her finger but what really kept me there was the salty metallic flavor that what I hoped was that pretty red stuff. My mother as stunned for a moment before yanking her finger away and wrapping it in a towel. "What was that mommy? I liked it." She stared at me in horror for a moment, before answering me. "That was blood Bella and you should taste it, it could have diseases or something." I frowned. "Does yours have diseases?" I asked innocently. "What? No of course not!" I frowned again. "Is it okay if I look at it?" She sighed and nodded. She also hugged me before waving me off with a worried look. After that day I have had a fascination with blood, not only the taste or the way it looks, but also it's smell, and the way it fells when it's wet.

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I knew that was what she was thinking. "Bella's fine she just likes to be polite." My mother said not very convincingly. "You know now that I think about it I haven't seen her play with any of the other kids." My mother clenched her fist. "She's just shy." The one called Sarah just shook her head. "I remember now, she's in Lucy's class. She says that she never plays with any one and just watches everyone and only speaks when the teacher ask her a question. Though she does tell me that she's never wrong and even corrected the teacher when he spelt something wrong once." Before my mother could respond, I did. "I had to correct my twice he one time spelt 'accidentally' wrong and then again seventeen days later he used the incorrect version of the word 'to', he should have use the form of 'too', but that's a difficult word to correctly use. Also I don't like to play with others because they use to make fun of me when I corrected them in class, I only tried to help them. Lucy was one of the worst; she also made the most mistakes and still does. I don't help them anymore though and they still tease me." It actually took a while for Sarah to realize I had just insulted her daughter's intelligence and called her a bully. When she did though she confronted my mother. "Aren't you going to say anything about your daughter calling mine stupid?" Once again before my mother could respond I cut in. "Correct me if I'm wrong but weren't all of you insinuating that I was a freak by questioning my mommy if I was alright in the head and why I wasn't playing with the other children?" Most of them had a stunned look on their faces. "Why did you say seventeen days and not two weeks?" I blinked and looked at my mother before turning back to the man. "Did you fail math? Two weeks only equal fourteen days. He made the mistake seventeen days after the first. Two weeks would have been an incorrect statement, and thus I would have been wrong if I said that." My mom bit her lip. "Mommy can we go home now." She nodded and took my hand. "Sure sweetie." As we walked away I heard one of the woman say "I think we just got are asses handed to us by an eight year old." My mother whirled around. "She's seven." She smirked and led us to the car.

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During the next seven years I learned that if I was to survive than I needed to adapt. So I change from an apathetic genius to a kind lovable genius that just wants to fit in and is always willing to help. Though that was just an act. I really didn't give a damn about anyone else and didn't even want to fit in. Well okay I did kind of care about my mother, but I think her care for me ran out when I was nine.

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Across the street from us lived and old lady who had a lot, and I mean a lot, of cats. I hated her and her cats. I mean any and every time I walked past her yard she would come out and yell at me saying that I needed God and that Jesus would save me and all that shit. Not that I have a problem with religion or anything but I don't believe in it and have told her as such. Also the lady just lets her cat walk around the neighborhood and do what ever they want, like use our yard as a litter box or piss all over my new bike. If I had a dog I couldn't just let him off the leash and I would have to pick up after him too. I don't see why she doesn't. Anyway back to why I think my mother doesn't care about me anymore. She had started dating again and would often leave me home alone for a couple of hour while she went out. I was fine with this and was actually glad that I that I got some time alone. I had, had a really bad day a school that day and had to walk home from school in the rain. Then I found a voicemail from my mom saying that she was going out tonight and that she would be home later. That was fine but when I looked in the fridge and cupboards all we had to eat was stale bread and processed cheese. This irritated me because I remember that she was supposed to go to the store today and she forgot.

Still I calmed and decided to watch some TV. Just as the sunset I heard a cat meowing from our back yard. This caused me to reach my boiling point so I grabbed an extra piece of cheese and tucked the kitchen knife into the back of my pants. I slowly stepped out side and found the cat sitting on my mom's wicker chair. "Oh what a bad pussy cat." Said offering it a bite of the cheese. Cautiously it came to me. As soon as it took a bite I moved like lighting and snatch it by the scruff of it's neck and brought it to eye level. "Oh yes a very bad pussy cat." I chuckled and dragged the yowling cat out into the yard. I knelt on the ground with the cat as I placed the knife against its ribs. I forced it into its chest and that gooey substance that I loved so much came out to greet me. I didn't hear the cat silence or stop struggling, no I was to entranced by the blood covering my hands. I couldn't help it, I had to taste it. So I did and in processed smeared it across my face. Soon the blood from the wound stopped leaking but I wanted more so I stabbed the cat again and again until the blood no logger came and for the first time that I could remember I cried real tears. I cried for my loss, and because I wanted more. This is what my mother came home to. Me sitting out in the dark yard crying and covered in blood. Her first thought was that I was hurt but she soon saw the mangled cat and the knife. "Bella what have you done?" She asked me horrified. I licked my lips hoping that I had missed some of that precious nectar, alas I hadn't. "I had a really bad day." That night she buried the cat in our yard and gave me a bath, and never spoke of what she saw or covered up. Oddly enough our neighbor stopped letting her cats out at night and yelling at me when I walked past her house.

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Ever since then she's practically avoided me and gone out with a different gut every week. It pisses me off a little because she completely neglecting the house as well. I mean I'm stuck home cleaning paying the bills because she forgets, and I've even had to go to the grocery store so that we have food. It sucks for me because I'm only fourteen so I can't drive, not that I had a car to use anyway. I plan to confront her tonight. It was one thirty when she came through the door. I could tell she had been drinking, when she stumbled into the kitchen. I had been sitting at the table in the dark waiting for her. She flipped the light on and gasped. "Bella! What are you doing up it's a school night?" I stared at her. "It's Saturday morning." She blinked and shrugged. "Will you sit down I want to ask you something?" She blinked at me but sat down. I waited for her eyes to stop spinning and focus on me. "Do you hate me?" I asked her bluntly. She looked at her hands. "I don't hate you Bella, you're my daughter." I cocked my head. "You wished I was different though." I stated. She gave me an irritated sigh. "Is that wrong of me? Yes I wish you were different, fuck you scare the shit out of me at times like now, how long have you been sitting there?" I cocked my head. "About six hours, why?" She blinked at me before standing. "That right there is what scares me, no normal fourteen year old girl would sit there for six hours waiting to have a serious conversation with their mother." I frowned at her. "I'm trying to be normal." I sighed again and started the coffee pot. "Sweetie I know you're trying, but you shouldn't have to try. It should be what comes natural to you, but it isn't. I've seen the fliers Bella, all those missing pets. Where are you putting them?" I answered immediately. "I have a space in the park that I like." I said and she busied her self with the coffee. "That is what comes naturally to you isn't it? You're a predator. That night that I found you...it was your first?" I nodded. "I when I first saw you I thought someone had attacked you, but that wasn't it. I found you crying and covered in blood with a dead cat in front of you. I thought you were remorseful of killing it but I'm wrong, aren't I? Why were you really crying?" I swallowed before answering. "It ran out of blood." She shivered at the cold look in my eyes. "Your not normal Bella and no matter I how much I wish you were, you never will be."

She put away her cup and went to her room and closed the door. I sat there stunned at what she practically said. "She might love me but she'll never be happy with me." This made me think that I might be better off with my father I've barely met him and I know that my mom hasn't told him about me. I decided to go to my spot to think. My spot is nothing more than a clearing enclosed by trees. Still I was comforted by the fact that not three feet beneath me lies probably a dozen mutilated cat and dog bodies. They were mine, and besides my mother knowing the general location no one knew they were there. Actually I had a brief scare a couple of weeks ago when a small meteorite crashed into the park here. The scientists came and took it away and stuff but I have been too afraid to come back incase they found my bodies. It turns out they didn't and so this is the first time since the crash that I've come here. Though nothing is out of place and it appears that no one has been here I can't help but feel that something is different and that I'm being watched. Taking one last look at where a cluster of the bodies were buried I left, and because I was still unhinged by that being watched feeling I didn't notice when I stepped onto a log which rolled under my foot. I fell backwards and slammed my head into the ground. I could see some moving on the ground before I knew no more.

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When I awoke I wasn't were I was when I blacked out. No, now I was leaning on a side of the building twenty feet of the ground. I was bewildered. I mean I was only griping the smooth wall with only my fingertips and the soles of my feet. Actually taking a look at myself, I wasn't me. Well I was, but I wasn't. I mean from what I could tell I was wearing a skin tight shiny black suit, and my hair was this tentacle thing that swooped out of the back of my head and reached my waist. I could even tell my face was covered but I couldn't see it. The suit was almost midnight-blue and black coloring except for a white stripe that went across of my now larger breasts and looked to only be two or three inches wide and a second white stripe that started at the stripe between my breasts down over were me belly button would be over my groin and I assumed that it continued up over my ass and back to where the first stripe had wrapped around. The second stripe was slightly thicker than the first. I also noticed I had white claw-like fingernails about a two inches long. Pushing aside my new appearance I felt powerful, like really powerful. "Hungry..." The word slipped out of my mouth before I new it and I saw a man in a business suit walk under me and my three foot tongue slipped out of my mouth and I could feel that I had dozens of razor sharp teeth filling my mouth. "Hungry..." It slipped out again and I lunged for the man, crushing him to the ground I sank my teeth into his skull and literally ate his brain. When I fished I shook my self of my new zombie-like tendencies and feed my person vampirish ones. Though with my new strength I was able to rip him apart, instead of slicing, and I have to say it's a lot more fun.

Soon I realized that there was a mirror for me to see the rest of my appearance. Most of my assumptions were correct only I was around five feet and seven inches and more muscular, not bulging so but more healthy than my previous rail thin body. Also my breasts were about a C-cup now, and I was right about those stripes. I could also see my face now. Like the rest of my body it was covered in this black silkily suit except for where my eyes should be it looks like someone ripped the material and revealed white underneath, to tell the truth it's a little freaky but I liked. All in all I look like a super hero or in my case a super villainess. The rest of the night I ran around Phoenix becoming used to my new body and it's abilities. First off I can cling to any surface and crawl upon them. Next my speed, strength, flexibility and reflexes are almost beyond super human. Also I can jump nearly three stories high as well. Also I can create a multiple whip like tentacles to swing off of and I can also make them and my hair tentacle razor sharp. I also found that I could shape-shift myself and the suit into different clothing as well. And finally I was able to become completely invisible. Just after dawn I crawled back into my room and into bed. My suit seemed to recede into my skin except for a bit that became a white tee shirt and a black pair of panties.

Xx Dream xX

I awoke, lying on my bedroom floor, but something was different. The floor was too spongy and every thing was covered in black web-like tentacles that reminded me of my suit. I sat up and used my bed to help me stand. Something was wrong, because not only was my balance off but it felt as if I was moving through syrup. Stumbling I made my way out into the living room. The wall tentacles had caught me each time I fell. I entered the living room and found what looked to be myself in my new suit sitting on the couch. I looked closer and found it was slightly different. The limbs were too long and too skinny and the head was too large. Plus it appeared to be much more fluid. It gestured for me to sit on the couch with it. As soon as I flopped down the not-me used the remote to turn on the TV. What happened though was nearly indescribable. Time and reality faded away and I found my self back in the forest, though every thing was bigger or maybe I was smaller I tried to move my body but found that I couldn't. I realized that my body wasn't even human. I was a spider. I watched for a while and then I died. Though not really. I still traveled across the ground on my belly and found out that I was a snake now. This process went on and on and I lived the short lives of dozens of animals until I saw myself sitting in my clearing. I even saw myself get up and slip because of that log. I knew then that it was time to strike. I latched my self onto my body and formed the suit to cover my body. I watched how my body moved on its own up until I regained consciousness, and then it was over. I faded back to my living room.

"Who are you?" I asked it and it replayed in a raspy female voice that was only slightly rougher that when I spoke using the suit. "We are you. You are us. We are Scourge. We are Symbiote. You are host. We make you powerful. You keep us alive." I nodded to her. "You need to use my body to stay alive and in return you'll make me better? How do I know you're not going to use my body like those and then kill me like those animals?" The Symbiote moved closer. "We like your body. We want to stay. We took abilities from others and made you perfect. You are intelligent. You are not beast. We can work with you." I cocked my head. "So you want to stay because I can think for my self?" She nodded. "Then what's stopping you from leaving and killing me if you find a better body?" She shook her head and moved even closer. "No better, we made perfect. We make permanent bond. We leave, we die. We leave you die." I pulled my legs up under me. "So if me make this bond, if we are ever separated we would die? How do we do this?" Her tongue licked across my lips and forced its way in while the rest of her covered my body. I could feel her slipping own my mouth and nose. I also felt her enter me through my core tearing through my hymen in the process. The last bit of her sank through my skin and I started to shake and gasp. Soon I stopped, and stood. I was dressed in what I now know as my Symbiote suit. "We are one." I said in a sultry voice before laughing in excitement.

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The next morning I awoke from the most amazing dream I ever had, or at least I thought it was a dream until the shirt and panties I was wearing tightened and caused me to gasps in pleasure. "It was real? I really am playing host to a symbiotic alien? Cool..." I waked up to my mirror. Besides being taller, larger breast, and healthier looking there was nothing different about me. I changed my Symbiote into a black shirt and jeans, and walked out into the living room. I was making pancakes when I heard the Symbiote in the back of my head. "We need Phenethylamine to survive. We find it in human brain tissue and chocolate." Deciding to save my new zombie fetish for when I satisfied my vampire fetish I dumped a shit load of chocolate chips into the batter. I could hear Scourge chuckling. I also heard my mother groan as she woke and padded into the kitchen. I sensed her pause in the doorway. "What are you doing?" She blinked at me through bloodshot eyes. I frowned at her. "Making pancakes with chocolate chips. Do you want some?" I was still hurt from what she said last night. I mean it's not my fault that I am the way that I am, though I really am enjoying my new partner in crime. "We enjoy you too."

My mother came up to see if I was lying about the chocolate chips. "Why? You never put chocolate chips on your pancakes?" I kept my frown on. "You do." Plus I doubt you'd let me crack open the neighbor's skull in here. "Besides aren't I allowed to have chocolate on my pancakes if I want to, or does it bother you when I try to act normal?" That came out a little harsher than I planed but it seemed to make my point. "You really need to make up your damn mind about what you want from me." Okay maybe a lot harsher. She blinked at me. "You're angry." I froze and contemplated adding her Phenethylamine to my pancakes. "I've never seen you get angry before. I didn't think you could." I whirled around and glared at her in rage. "What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want? Make up your mind right now. Do you want me to act like a normal or not?" My pancakes were finished so I put three on my plate and set the rest of them on the table. After drowning them in butter and syrup I began to eat angrily. "I wish you didn't always have to act." She said as she sat down. I was already on my fifth pancake, when I caught her eye. "I don't always have to act. You would know that if you spent more than a couple hours with me a week." I rinsed of my plate and put it in the dishwasher. "I'm going out." I said ignoring my mother's stupefied look. Scourge formed a pair of sneakers as I walked outside.

For most of the day I walked around in a stormy rage. I just couldn't bite down the anger that I felt for my mother. How dare she! I do practically everything for her and she acts like all I do is make her life harder! It was sun set before I calmed down slightly and found my self in front of a dance club. I don't know why but I got in line and apparently do to Scourge's influence I passed for the right age and she was even able to create an Id card that said I was twenty-two. I entered and immediately went for the bar. I was there for maybe an hour or two before a man came up to me. "Hello beautiful. May I buy you a drink?" He could have been handsome but men really weren't my type. I spun to face him and smiled coyly. "Sorry Sugar' but I've already got one. Tell ya what though. Dance with me and I'll let you make me a drink at your place." I ran my fingers through his blond hair as his brown eyes widened when he realized that I was probably offering sex. I was a little interested in where my southern accent came from. He led me to the dance floor and after forty minutes of bumping and grinding I whispered in his ear. "If you plan to take me you better make it soon." His eye's glazed over in lust and he dragged me out to his car. We got in and I sucked on his neck while my hand ran down to his belt. "Tell me you close by." I said and nibbled on his ear lobe. He nodded. "Just around the corner." I finally got his belt undone and he sped off. Within minutes he had parked in front of his apartment and we were bursting through the door. "Bedroom?" I asked. He turned taking my hand and removing his own clothes. He never noticed that I didn't need to stop to remove mine.

I spun him and shoved my tongue down his throat before pushing him onto the bed. I crawled on top of him and once again claim his lips as my own. I push up with my hands on his chest and sank my core onto his member. I rode him until my own climax, his wasn't far behind, and to bad he'd never reach it. I slipped out of him and forcibly kissed him again before leaning down to his ear. "Didn't your mother ever tell you not to bed strange women?" He looked at me in confusion that completely turned to horror as I shifted into Scourge. I sank my razor sharp teeth into his skull before tearing him apart and licking the blood from where it splattered. "You know what? We can technically call that our first time. Thanks for popping our cherries." I kissed his mutilated cheek before laughing. Now that I was satisfied I took a look around his room and upon his desk was stacks of twenties and bags of what appeared to be cocaine. I ignored the drugs and grabbed the cash allowing my suit to absorb it. I sunk out through his window and swung my way home.

I entered my room and hid the cash in my dresser before having Scourge shift into some pajamas and made my way downstairs. I just realized that I have just killed to men in an equal number of days and I wasn't bothered by it. Well I knew that it would be awhile before I could do it a gain and that bothered me but the actual killing was a no. I saw that there was a voicemail and I found it was my mom saying she was going out tonight and she probably won't be home until tomorrow. I frowned and put it out of my mind, instead I focused on the way my prey's blood tasted as I sucked it from my claws. Yum!