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“So much angst.” Edward Cullen moaned, while half the female population shrieked in joy and hugged him. “Please,” he cried, allowing a single tear to escape, “Please, I am in deep emotional pain. And anguish, as well. I-” His verbal onslaught was interrupted by a sarcastic voice from the shade “Seriously? This is how we’re represented? No wonder humans are so easy to fight. I mean, come on! We’re not covered in mirrors!” All eyes turned towards a woman standing in the shade, despite it being night. She wore a black embroidered skirt and tank top, there was a knife at her belt a shotgun was strapped to her left arm. Edward smiled, while the girls around him rallied to his defence. “He’s cute!” One cried, “You couldn’t beat him!” another spat. The woman smiled, and raised her left hand while taking her shotgun in her right, “I wouldn’t bet on it.” She said in a deadpan voice while she calmly shot at Edward.
It didn’t kill him, but it found it’s mark. When it was clear that wasn’t going to do the trick, energy pulsed in the woman’s left hand. Strands slipped away and formed themselves into a pack of transparent wolves. With a blood-freezing howl, they charged at Edward, who bravely threw his fans at them and ran. The girls tried to stop the wolves, but they simply slipped past them and continued to bear down on Edward. As his screams shook the night, the woman put on some sunglasses “That’s what happens when you tangle with a real vampire.” she said, as she slipped into the shadows, her mission complete.