From Tower Hill to Blackwall,

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 evening air was cool, heavy with the scent of rain yet to fall, and the sky was painted in deep shades of indigo and grey. Rain pulled into the driveway, the hum of her Jeep's engine fading into the stillness of the night. The world seemed unnaturally quiet, a silence that pressed against her ears and set her instincts on edge.

Stepping out of the car, she caught it—the faint but unmistakable tang of blood carried on the breeze. Her body stiffened as every sense sharpened. Predator. Her pulse quickened, but her movements were steady as she closed the car door with practiced silence. The scent grew stronger as she approached the house, a metallic undercurrent beneath the familiar smell of home.

"Dad," she whispered, her voice a soft, urgent plea to no one in particular. In an instant, Rain flashed into the house, her steps soundless as she scanned the dimly lit living room. Her father, Charlie, was asleep on the couch, the faint rise and fall of his chest reassuring but fragile in its vulnerability.

Her gaze snapped to the shadowy figure looming behind him, its outline sharp against the pale glow of the window. Without hesitation, Rain launched herself at the intruder, her movements fluid and deadly as a current's pull. She tackled the figure, her momentum carrying them both through the house and into her bedroom. With a growl that echoed deep in her chest, she flung the intruder against the wall with a force that cracked the plaster.

The figure rose, brushing debris from their shoulder with unnerving composure. The overhead light revealed Riley, his pale, predatory eyes gleaming with dark amusement. Another vampire stepped out of the shadows beside him, smaller but no less dangerous, their lips curled in a sneer.

Riley's smile widened, his voice a low, mocking murmur. "My, my. And here I thought your kind was extinct."

Rain let out an animalist snarl in response, a primal sound that reverberated through the room. Her lips curled back, revealing sharp teeth that gleamed like polished ivory, a warning as old as the ocean's tides. The air seemed to grow colder as the tension thickened, every muscle in Rain's body coiled like a spring.

Riley moved first, a blur of speed that Rain met head-on. The room erupted into chaos, a storm of motion and sound. Rain dodged his swipe with a siren's grace, her instincts guiding her like a predator born of water and shadow. She retaliated with a vicious kick to his chest, sending him sprawling backward.

The second vampire lunged, claws aiming for her throat, but Rain twisted, grabbing his wrist and snapping it with a sickening crack. He howled in pain, but Rain gave no quarter. She spun, her elbow connecting with his jaw, and sent him crashing into her dresser, splintering the wood.

Riley took advantage of the distraction, darting toward the window. Rain's eyes flicked to him, a growl ripping from her throat as she realized his intent. She had no time to stop him; Riley vanished into the night like a shadow retreating before dawn.

But the second vampire wasn't as lucky. He tried to follow, leaping toward the open window, but Rain intercepted him mid-air. She yanked him back into the room, her grip unyielding as she slammed him against the wall. The force of the impact left a deep dent in the plaster, and the vampire snarled in defiance.

"You're not going anywhere," Rain hissed, her voice low and deadly.

The vampire lunged at her again, but she caught his arm mid-swing and twisted sharply. Bone and sinew gave way with a tearing sound as glass as she ripped the limb clean from his body. He screamed, the sound high and ragged, but Rain didn't flinch. She was fury incarnate, a tempest with no mercy.

The vampire's remaining hand clawed at her, raking shallow cuts along her arm, but she didn't falter. With a burst of strength, she lifted him off his feet and slammed him to the floor. Before he could recover, Rain was on him, her teeth sinking into his throat with a feral snarl. The taste of his cold, dead blood filled her mouth, but she didn't care. She tore a chunk from his neck, the wound gaping and futilely attempting to heal.

Rain didn't give him the chance. Her hand found the torn flesh, her fingers gripping the edges with brutal precision. With a wrenching motion, she tore his head clean from his body, the sound of ripping flesh and snapping bone echoing in the room. His body fell limp, lifeless, as his head rolled to the floor.

Rain stood, panting, her chest heaving as she wiped the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes burned with rage as she turned toward the open window, her gaze searching the darkness where Riley had vanished.

He had escaped, but this wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Rain's body trembled with adrenaline as she stood in the wreckage of her room. Her mind buzzed with fury and resolve. Riley would pay for this intrusion, for the threat he posed to her father, to her family. The siren inside her boiled beneath her skin, her primal instincts demanding vengeance. Rain's gaze flickered once more to the darkened window, and a single thought echoed in her mind: You won't get away next time.

"Rain?"

The soft creak of the stairs echoed faintly through the house, followed by the steady, familiar cadence of Charlie's boots on the hardwood floor. Rain moved like a shadow, quick and silent, flashing to her bedroom door. Her hand twisted the lock with a quiet click, her breath steady despite the chaos behind her.

"Rain?" Charlie's voice called out from the hallway, tinged with mild curiosity. "What're you doing in there?"

She glanced over her shoulder at the lifeless body of the vampire sprawled across her floor, its head lying several feet from its torso. The room reeked of iron and ash, the scent of a battle fought and won. A momentary grimace tugged at her lips before she plastered on a convincing tone. "Sorry, Dad! I was, uh, watching one of those... documentaries!"

There was a long pause, and for a fleeting second, Rain wondered if Charlie would press further. Instead, his gruff voice answered, "Well, okay then. Just keep it down."

Rain waited until the sound of his retreating footsteps faded before turning to the decapitated vampire. Her amber eyes gleamed with something darker—a flicker of anger, maybe amusement, or perhaps a bit of both. "You couldn't have died somewhere less messy?" she muttered, her voice low, laced with irritation. "I swear, every time, it's my room that gets trashed. You'd think I'm running a cleaning service for the undead."

Her gaze swept over the carnage: shattered glass from the broken lamp, a deep gouge in the wooden floorboards, and the broken wall. Great, she thought. This is definitely coming out of my allowance.

She exhaled a long, exaggerated sigh, her humour biting even as the corners of her mouth twitched upward. "Next time," she hissed at the lifeless body, "just die neatly like a polite corpse."

Voices floated up from downstairs, catching her attention. Bella's tone, curious and soft, mingled with the warmth of Charlie's, before it grew quieter. A moment later, she caught Edward's low murmur as he ascended the stairs. Rain tilted her head, listening intently.

"Edward, what's wrong?" Bella's voice carried faintly to her ears, curious and hesitant.

Standing in Bella's room, Edward's gaze swept the space like a hawk, landing on the dreamcatcher hanging by the window. His features tensed, his expression darkening. "Someone's been in here," he said quietly, the words laced with tension.

From the hallway, a voice interrupted, soft yet edged with a sly humour. "You just missed them."

Both Edward and Bella spun around to find Rain leaning casually against the doorframe, her eyes glinting with an unnerving mixture of mischief and something sharper. Her presence was almost ghostly, the dim light from the hallway catching the edges of her figure.

Bella frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Rain's smirk widened slightly, and she gestured toward her own room with a tilt of her head. "Come see for yourselves."

The pair followed her into the dimly lit space, stopping abruptly as the carnage came into view. The body on the floor, head neatly separated from its shoulders, made Bella gasp. Edward's jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring as he instinctively stepped in front of Bella.

"He wasn't alone," Rain said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms as if discussing a minor inconvenience. "The other one ran off like the coward he is."

Bella looked pale, her voice trembling. "What... what are you going to do?"

Rain rolled her eyes. "What I always do. Clean up the mess." Without missing a beat, she grabbed the vampire's body, lifting it as if it weighed no more than a sack of feathers. Moving to her window, she shoved it open with one hand and tossed the headless corpse outside like yesterday's trash. The dull thud of it hitting the ground made Bella flinch.

Rain swung herself effortlessly through the window, landing on the soft earth below with the grace of a predator. "Don't wait up," she called, her voice light but edged with that unsettling humour. She crouched, grabbed the body, and began dragging it toward the woods.

Edward and Bella watched in stunned silence as her figure melted into the shadows, the sound of her retreating footsteps soon overtaken by the rustle of leaves. Somewhere deep in the woods, the faint flicker of firelight appeared, illuminating the dark trees. Rain's voice carried faintly through the night air, muttering something about "next time, leaving a note before breaking in."

Edward shook his head, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the grim scene. "Your sister is... something else."

Bella, still wide-eyed, could only nod. "Yeah," she whispered. "She really is."

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By: SilverMist707

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