Not the Right Shade

Storm: Part 2; Head will roll

Key word: try.

Sybil turned off and stood between Jane and the other blonde. She flexed her hand rigid and positioned it where the girl would run. Turning back on, the girl didn't have enough time to stop before she ran into Sybil's hand by her throat. The violet eyed vampire flipped the girl so her back was pressed to Sybil's front. Using her other hand, she jammed her fingers into to already forming crack in the other girls neck. Sybil then proceeded to tear the head ff the girl, her scream dying suddenly.

The scream grabbed the attention of the only conscious vampire remaining ( Alec's numbing fog had crawled to the rafter, incapacitating those who were in the rafters). Jane focus snapped away long enough for Nicholas-Bradley to see what the ruckus was.

At the sight of the blonde's head separated from her body, he screamed.

"Ashleigh!"

Sybil threw the body towards the frat boy, who was dry sobbing, losing all composure. The severed body landed a few feet too short and too far away, but it had the desired affect of making Nicholas-Bradley giving Sybil all his attention.

Making eye contact,fury in both of their eyes, Sybil gripped the head in both hands, her fingers creating holes and cracks. She raised the head above her head, and with deadly accuracy, tossed it into the remains of the ring of fire.

Nicholas-Bradlwy roared, and shot towards Sybil.

Once again, Sybil was pinned to a floor, a vengeful vampire clawing at her neck. She brought her legs to stomach and grabbed his chin and the back of his neck. With both feet, she propelled the man's body forward, his head remaining in Sybil's grasp.

The body landed with a thud next to Valentine, who stared at it with a concern expression. Sybil stood up and moved towards the fire again, but Demetri stopped her.

"We need him for interrogation." He yelled across the barn.

Sybil huffed and pouted. "But he's the only one I wanted to kill!" She cried, annoyed.

Another body slammed into her, knocking the head out of her hands. It was Mitchell, in all his severed arm glory. He was quickly pulled off Sybil by the twins, Alec holding his last good arm and Jane stepping on his calf, as he was forced to kneel, and the remaining shoulder on his other side.

Sybil launched forward and grabbed his head, her fingers weaving through his wheat blond hair. Sybil's arms snapped up and Alec ripped off the other arm. They dropped the removed body parts to the floor and turned to the other two guards.

A pile of limbs and torsos and heads laid behind the two in the pile. Sybil figured that's how the Volturi fought. Demetri would round them up, Jane would weaken them, Alec would steal their senses, and Felix would decapitate them. How deadly and efficient. Valentine groan and stretch so far backwards that his spine cracked.

"Well. That's over." He said tiredly. Demetri stalked towards him and grabbed his chin, turning it up dramatically to revel a long crack against the porcelain skin. Sybil felt worried for the vampire she barely knew. She thinks she barely knows.

Jane and Alec quickly checked over each other for any injuries. Once that was done, Alec walked towards Sybil at a very human pace.

He gently let his fingers graze her throat, feeling the healing cracks and venom coating her flesh. He tutted and brought her closer to himself, holding her tightly, burying his face in the crown of her head. Jane joined shortly after, peeling her brother off Sybil and hug her herself. Jane held fast, her soot cover face placed gently on the other girls shoulder.

"You shouldn't see us like this." She said softly.

"If I never saw you weak, it wouldn't be fair. I'm always weak."