Attention! None of these characters belong to be. All belong to the wonderful Stephenie Meyer!
A/N- I'm so sorry! It took me longer than I thought it would to actually sit down and type! I just couldn't figure out what to type : (
Well here it is, the last chapter to this story.
Dread was what I felt most, I didn't know if it was me or the army of newborns fighting nearby. It had been to late to catch the other coven off guard. They knew where to find us. Curse that chicken of a vampire. We had just begun to prepare for the fight when their scent reached us.
A few hours later, one appeared slowly out of the forest. More were soon to follow, I could feel their excitement and some fear. We were in for big fight.
The first round of newborns were sent out. They ran to the trees to attack the ones hiding. I launched myself after the one who came out first. He might be the leader of them.
He sensed me before I reached him. He crouched down quickly and then launched himself at me. We flew through the air trying to pull off an arm or any other body part we could grab.
After trying to grab my left arm a couple of times, he just reached out and bit my arm. It made me an easy target for a second, but I quickly launched my self back at him and used my other arm to decapitate him.
With the head on the ground I quickly tore him to pieces and picked up each one. Once I had gathered them all, I made a small fire with the flint we were all required to carry. The fire only lasted a few minutes. Long enough for me to tare two newborns apart and throw them in the fire.
After the fire died out, I grabbed the ashes and took the long way back to camp. I took the ashes to the pile of older fights. I made my way to my tent to look at the bite mark. It was one the many on my arm. It hurt to feel the venom creep up my already dead arm. I don't which hurt most, being bit or the emotions being given off during a battle.
I knew I couldn't take this anymore. This pain was not meant to be felt. No one should have to feel the pain of other being torn apart. I knew what it felt like yet I have never been hurt that way. One day I'd get out of this, but until then I'd have make sure Maria never felt the confusion I felt. She'd only think I was confused about trying to get overpower her. So I chose the emotion I wanted pain.