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⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒ TW: small mention of sexual assault and actions ⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒
Hannah found herself walking around at night in London when she stumbled upon a girl crying for help. Using her vampire speed, she sped over to the sound, backing into a corner to stop herself from going further in case anything was a trap. She had grown very conscious of her surroundings over the years, ever since she had a run in with Cauis from the Volturi.
Hannah carefully peeked the corner and gaped when a young girl was pinned to the wall, "Help! Please someone!" The girl begged, and Hannah couldn't help but remember the times she was being beaten and assaulted. Blinking away those memories, Hannah used her speed and sent the man flying into a wall with a grunt, making sure to cover her face with a hoodie so the girl couldn't see her.
Hannah sped over to the man and took him to another alley, leaving the young girl, confused, but rather grateful. Hannah cornered the guy into a wall where he began to whimper in pain from Hannah snapping his back, leaving him paralyzed.
"You know, it's really not nice to assault a young girl. I really wish I didn't have to see that, brings back some memories. But, since you're such a conniving asshole, I suppose you could be my next snack," She teased, slowly pacing in taunt.
"It would be a shame to kill you fast, since you definitely don't deserve that. But since I'm in a hurry, I'll make this quick." Stepping into the light she smirked, her red eyes on show as she leaned in front of the unknown man. His eyes widened in fear but since she couldn't help but be wearily of her surroundings, she looked into his eyes and spoke, "Keep quite, this won't take long."
Before she could bite into his neck, a voice spoke, "Really Hannah? I didn't know you liked the silence when you kill, pegged you as the screaming type." The voice teased, making Hannah roll her eyes and groan in frustration. She turned her head to see a smirking Jasper Whitlock Hale, standing beside his wife, Alice Cullen.
"How the hell did you find me?" She asked, still holding down the man who was her prey at the moment.
"Not very hard. See if you weren't so paranoid that Cauis was coming for you, then you would've noticed that your phone has a tracker in it." Jasper said, smirking in taunt until Alice nudged him to stop teasing their sister. A gush a wind flew by, making the scent of human blood more intoxicating to Hannah, her eyes getting darker as she became hungry.
"I'll get back to you in a moment, but first, I have a bag guy to kill." They both rolled their eyes and turned around, letting her bit into the mans neck and drink him dry. Standing up she pulled out a lighter and pulled out a small bottle of vodka, spilling it on him she dropped the lighter.
