Hotheaded by Maddyson Ruby

Pairing: Paul/OC

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no profit from this. All characters you recognise belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Prologue

It happened in the dead of the night. They stood together. All the epitome of beauty and grace. Their appearances were decieving as that ethereal facade they portrayed was just that, a facade. Underneath those adonis worthy looks lurked a true predator, the ultimate predator. A vampire. With their unbeating hearts, marble skin and natural allure.

On the neighbouring territory other predators roamed. Not made of stone like their neighbours, these were true beasts. Literally. Each the size of a horse they patrolled their lands, seeking out potential threats and annihilating them as their ancestors did so many years before. They were the wolves. Lethal; each with the muscle power and speed to take down your average vampire.

The forest within which all these supernatural beings hid was surrounding Forks. Your run of the mill town in Washington. Nothing special there to warrant the gathering of ultimate forces that did reside nearby.

Whilst the vampiric coven was drawn there by the climate of heavy cloud cover with rare few sun filled days to break up the seemingly oppressive overcast weather. The wolves were there because that was their home. The Quileute Reservation in La Push, Washington was their home since birth and was the place they strove to protect.

The silence of the night was scarcely broken by any sound. Occasionally there could be heard an animal or two bit that was it. So when the female vampire by the name of Alice Cullen broke the silence it seemed to echo among the trees.

"On your left!" she called to her family. Every vegetarian vampire in the vicinity began a blinding sprint in the aforementioned direction, driven by their instinctual need to protect one of their own. They gained on her quickly but her natural gift for evasion aided her swift escape. No matter how they attacked her and from which direction they all managed to land face down on the forest floor after coming to blows.

She jumped the ravine. Her wild mane of red hair splaying behind her. The other vampires stopped at the edge knowing that the territory she had crossed into was not their own. As the red haired female began her run along the opposing side of the ravine the vegetarians followed immediatly in the hopes that the foreign female would once again jump to their side.

"She'll get away!" called the vegetarian matriarch, voicing their collective worries. The veteran soldier glanced to the adjacent territory before responding.

"No she won't!" he grunted out through gritted teeth. The heightened emotions of the chase affecting him more than he was inclined to admit.

That was when the remainder of the coven noticed what the vetaran had. The wolves had joined the hunt. They all gave chase at high speed, all determined to end it now.

The female glanced over her shoulders before facing forward once again and taking a running jump over the boundary line. Clearly she thought that the vegetarian vampires offered her the greatest chances of success.

She was wrong. The largest of the vampires, Emmett put all his renewed effort into the chase proving to be difficult for her to outrun.

So she jumped the boundary line once again, hoping for safety. Emmett pressed on and jumped over the ravine aswell. His usually boyish face contorted in grim determination. He was on a mission to protect his family. Both vampires were suddenly blindsided by the appearance of another being, throwing them off course and away from the encroaching treaty line.

This being was humanoid from what the other supernaturals in attendance could tell in the split second they saw them. They were shrouded in non-descript black clothing, from their loose hoodie to their converse. As they ran it became obvious that they too possessed unearthly speed.

The Cullens and the wolves shared an uneasy look that later all parties involved would deny before taking off once again after Victoria and the unknown person.

As the figure gained on her Victoria's motions became more erratic, more panicked in her desperation to escape their clutches.

In life, when flight fails your only option left is to fight. So that's what she did. Victoria stopped suddenly causing her pursuer to nearly topple over. That almost stumble gave her the confidence she'd been lacking. In a motion almost too quick to see Victoria had her arms wrapped around the person in black. The wolves and vampires stopped a distance away. All cautious to what would happen if they so much as breathed wrong.

Regular hostage situations were dangerous. But hostage situations involving a psycopath vampire were doomed at best. From their angle, all of the wolves and Cullens glimpsed the face of the figure.

Even though their face was half covered by a bandana, it could be seen that it was a woman. Her eyes were a startling shade of blue that, as they watched, began to bleed into a crimson that rivalled a true vampire's right after feeding.

That was about when the girl's arms went up in flames, igniting Victoria's sleeves. The vampire howled in pain at the sudden rise in tempreture. She promptly released her hostage before streaking for the ravine and jumping down into the stream below. They all charged to the edge and gazed down only to see no trace of Victoria at all, save the burned remains of her jacket down the stream.

When the Cullens and the Pack came out of their stupor, the mystery figure was long gone. The only evidence she had been there was the lingering smell of her scent on the breeze. Cherries, lillies and chocolate.