AN: On ao3 this story is in a totally different fandom and has a different pairing but I'm probably going to delete that one soon my heart's just not into the pairing any longer. Anyways tell me who you think Bella is to be married to. It's a choice between ONE of the Amazons, Volturi Queens, Sue, or Sasha. I would say the Denali sisters (Tanya, Irina, Kate) but I want to something different. Oh by the way if they are vampires. they're not going to be Meyer's awful glittery non-fanged ones more like my darling Rice's ones. Well a combination of the two-No glitter, fangs, the sun's fine yet a bit uncomfortable, and nearly unlimited strength. If they're wolves-lycan all the way. Though it all depends on who y'all choose...

Chapter 1

The moon slithered high, but portentous clouds heavily impregnated with snow possessively surrounded and clutched it. Liquid eyes scrutinized them as the carriage creaked its way towards the mountain path as their owner hoped that they'd at least hold off until she reached the final destination.

Wrapped in a heavy blanket, Isabella sat perfectly still with her eyes depressed, daring only now and then to glance at her mother who sat ramrod straight beside her. The carriage creaked and rattled annoyingly and a deep sense of dreaded anticipation settled heavily upon her.

"Will you quit that bloody sulking." Her stepmother's shrill voice admonished.

"Sorry, Mother." Isabella rested her head on a pillow and woefully counted the last days of her freedom. When they arrived at their final destination, she was to be wed, though not abnormal for a girl of her age. The whom, though, is what had taken her along with a few others-aback. For Princess Isabella Swan a clumsy slip of a young woman with a large heart rumored to be made of gold was to be bonded to a savage.

When her stepmother, Queen Anita, first delivered the news she'd fainted dead away. Only to be brought to by a stinging on each of her cheeks and her mother's nerve-grating voice.

"Wake up, wake up, I say."

Her eyes snapped open and immediately Bella cringed at the sight of her stepmother's scowling face merely a breath's away from her own. "Get up, girl. You're a princess not a swooning maiden in a whorehouse."

After she finally gained her bearings her stepmother then went on to explain why. Which unsurprisingly all came down to currency. Lots and lots of gold, jewels, and other shiny objects all for Isabella's hand.

This land, the land they were destined for, was extensive and relatively uninhabited, was circled with unclimbable mountains, except for a bridge in the north, the region was completely isolated. It also contained enough gold and other precious metals to maintain the entire world's population.

However, these the mountain peaks were also home to the most brutal human beings known to man. They were undomesticated barbarians, who killed every stranger they caught. Consequently, only the most audacious and brazen fools came here to mine.

There was a silent agreement with the barbarians of this land and with outsiders. The miners were free to exploit the ore in the mountain so long as they stayed to themselves and remained within their boundaries. If one should stray through their death would not be swift, but slow and drawn out.

Nevertheless, it was one of these inbred incestuous halfwits that her mother decided she should be married to her. Not just a lowly warrior no that was good enough for the princess, Bella was to be married to the Queen of the savages or their Matriarch-a woman. Lucky her; Bella thought bitterly.

They traveled for days only stopping once every two days to rest the horses and to stretch their own legs. The journey was long and brutal but from what the driver told them was finally coming to a close.

Thank the Gods

Isabella didn't know how much longer she could stand riding alone with her stepmother without seriously harming the woman. Even riding in this close proximity with nothing to do but peer out of the nearest window and sleep she still got berated for nonsensical things; such as slouching or sighing or as what she just got scolded for, sulking. Why her dear, sweet, awkward father found the need to marry this banshee was a mystery that raveled the creation of Stonehenge. Even his advisers were a bit puzzled by the union yet he seemed pleased with it.

Ah well, perhaps if she fell asleep once more this trip would go even faster and she'd have better and newer things to worry about. Isabella leaned back and closed her eyes willing herself to slumber.

It was around midnight when Isabella was jolted awake by loud shouting and the carriage jerking to a halt. Instinctively, she sank back, hand going to the dagger strapped to her thigh and pulled it out.

Hefty footsteps crunched in the leaves nearby followed by low deep voices, pleading, then came the bloodcurdling screams. Isabella jumps and opened her mouth only to have a hand cover her it to stifle a cry. Her eyes, wide and wild, darted over and nearly gasped despite the situation when she saw the sheer horror written across her stepmother's face. When their gazes locked, Queen Anita put a finger to her lips. An 'shh' was not needed nor was a sharp command; for silence was their only friend at the moment.

And befriend it Isabella did to the point where she almost forgot how to breathe though her heart heeded no such warning and pounded madly within her ear it did little to muffle the sounds coming from just a few paces away from the wagon.

Outside, metal zinged and clashed upon metal as war horses screeched their soul-piercing cries. Their hoofbeats combining with the other footfalls of soldiers caused a thunderous effect throughout the area, ratting the occupied carriage not to mention the two terrified women inside. Yet it isn't what made the two women shout and clutch at each other for comfort. No, it was the screams. The horrible, spine-chilling screams. They sang of victory, agony, and glory as they harmonized together to create an all too familiar twisted melody of war.

The battle went on for what seemed like ages until finally all ceased.

Bella dared not breathe nor move as she waited. For what she did not know but she simply sat there awaiting her no doubt grim fate. Then there it was; footsteps, these though weren't passing by but coming nearer.

Closer and closer they approached.

Thump…

Thump..

Thump..

The door was suddenly wrenched open, causing both women to shriek out in terror. They had not a chance to even twitch before harsh hands descended upon them, gasping and fisting their arms then yanking them out of their measly safe haven and into the night's darkness.

Once they were fully out, though, Isabella's fear seemed to triple in intensity at the sight before her.

Women; dozens of them, tall and rugged, and clothed in various furs were busy with different tasks. Some sat high upon the backs of enormous horses shifting restlessly as they awaited their mistress' orders. Others were busy raiding the carriages and collecting the horses. Not to mention the twenty or so that were gathered around them, yelling excitedly in a foreign language.

So they knew who attacked them but where were they're men? It was only a second later Bella along with her mother let out horrified screams as their question was answered for them. Their small army littered the ground, bodies splayed in awkward angles, some groaning in agony; others, long silenced by Hates' tightened grasp.

All fifty of their top guards were gone and in a matter of moments as if all the years of training were nothing. Behind, she heard her stepmother screeching. "What is the meaning of this!?"

"Your matriarch said we could pass through..my daughter...she promised." Queen Anita stated, her voice disemboweled due to being passed around.

"No men." One stated bluntly.

"But..but surely she'll understand-" Bella didn't hear the rest because she was suddenly being jerked about this way and that by multiple hands rough but surprisingly gentle. "Mother!" She screamed out being pulled farther and farther away yet due to the numerous chattering women the shouts were drowned out.

Woman to woman she was passed through the crowd until finally Bella was pushed into the arms of a giantess. This woman had to be at least six foot tall with broad shoulders, thick biceps, and thighs of steel. Her eminence tanned body was dressed in leathers with no real armor to be found yet seemed impenetrable somehow or perhaps it was just the wild untamed aura she seemed to produce. The long dark hair that fell down over her generous breasts combined with what Bella assumed was dried blood caked onto her neck also added onto the image, not to mention those eyes.

Dark and glinting with something feral they eyed Isabella with such an intensity that the girl had to fight ruthlessly with the urge to look down just to see if she still was clothed.

A few moments more of scrutiny passed before the giantess finally smirked and began to drag her away.

"Let me go." The princess thrashed in a fruitless attempt to free herself from her captor's grasp. The woman merely huffed and held on tighter as she led her through the mass of dead bodies and carnage over to another perched high upon a slim chestnut mare. This one, pale with jaw length golden tresses gazed down at the two of them and raked her eyes over Isabella before raising an inquisitive brow.

Looking up to the rider, her captor muttered a couple of foreign words which Isabella guessed must have been amusing to her somehow because she too smirked as her eyes glittered with mirth. A string of more unknown words and they both chuckled.

They exchanged some more words before Bella's captor suddenly pushed her forward toward the horse.

Once close enough the rider reached down and grasped her by the arm before yanking her upward onto the animal where she was immediately situated in front of the blonde haired woman. Only once she was sure Isabella was settled, did she click her tongue, encouraging the horse onward. They raced off into the inky darkness. To where the girl hadn't a clue but it looked like she had no choice but to find out.

TBC...