Chapter Seven

When you're young
Life's a dream
It's a beautiful and a burning thing
And we grow up
And then it's gone
But the memory goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on

Don't Let Me Be Lonely – The Band Perry

You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach when you know the brown stuff is about to hit the fan? Yep. That's the one.

"Where was the warning, Pixie Girl?" Dean snapped at Alice.

"Dean, shut the hell up." I snarled.

"Well Christ, Mya." Bobby spoke. "What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"Wing it." I answered without skipping a beat.

There was no sarcasm in my voice. I was dead serious.

"She's right." Sam agreed. "It's all we've ever done. What makes this time any different?"

Dean held his arm out and pointed.

"It's an army of friggin' vampires, Sam." He snapped.

"Do you still have your fancy-dancy-angel-sword?" I asked Castiel.

"Of course I do." He answered, his voice monotone like usual.

If he was scared, he surely wasn't showing it.

"Good. We're going to need it."

I took a deep breath and stared at all the hatred that was standing just outside the far tree line of the field.

"What do we do, Carlisle?" Edward asked his creator.

"Keep them away from Bella." He answered.

I took Jacob's hand and squeezed it until my knuckles were white.

"Let's do this." I said.

"Mya, you stay right here and do not leave Bella's side." Bobby ordered.

"Look, if I'm going to be guarding the precious cargo, I need something a little more trustier than this-" I pulled my hunting knife out of my belt loop.

Castiel handed me his angel sword.

"Will this work?" He asked.

"Now we're talking…" I smiled.

I looked at my brothers and uncle as the Cullens, the wolf pack, and my family were getting ready for the biggest battle of all of our lives.

I let go of Jacob's hand and walked over to those I loved most.

"Guys…" I started.

"Hey-" Dean cut me off. "No chick-flick moments."

I rolled my eyes.

"Love you, too." I laughed and walked back over to Jacob.

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him as tight as I could. He had his arms wrapped around me, returning the embrace.

I pulled my head back and placed my lips onto his, kissing away all of my fears. I ended the kiss and slowly pulled away. I looked him in the eyes.

"Kill every one of those newborn blood-sucking bastards." I said.

"Every one of them." He assured me.

Jacob leaned down and gave me one last kiss before joining his pack.

I made Bella stand behind me right beside the passenger door of the Jeep. I was clinging to the angel sword like I was holding onto the last piece of pie on Earth.

Before I knew it, the whole wolf pack was in their animal form, and everybody had begun running to destroy the one thing that was the deciding factor in my fate.

I sensed no fear from anybody on our side of the fight. The newborns on the other hand – they looked full of hate, full of evil – but their confusion was superfluous. Obviously their all high and mighty, Jane, had failed to mention that wolves guarded this territory. It was bitter-sweet.

"So what do we do?" Bella broke the silence.

"We wait." I said, turning my head to look at her. "If you get any closer than this, you'll be dead for sure."

"Well, that's always nice to know." She replied.

Still holding the sword tight, we watched at the fight of our lives ensued. The newborns were depleating quickly, and the remaining newborns were fear-ridden.

A branch snapped behind us and within one second flat, I had shoved Bella inside the Jeep and looked a vampire right in the dead-red-eyes.

"You must be Jane!" I said, smiling, full of enthusiasm and sweetness.

"You're new." She spoke, turning her head to the side, eyeing me up and down.

"Hardly." I said, giving Castiel's sword a little twist to show off its shine.

Jane laughed and started to walk in a slow circle around me.

"And I suppose you're going to end me with that teeny-tiny pocket knife?" She asked.

My eyes never left hers.

"No. I'm not." I gave a simple reply. "I'm going to do better than that."

"Is that so?" Jane asked. She was intrigued.

I returned her bitch-faced smile and explained.

"You see, first – we're going to fight a little bit. Then- and this is where you're going to have the time of your life – then, I'm going to take this little pocket knife here-" I waved the sword. "And I'm going to ram it up your mouth and into whatever brain you have left. BUT, I'm not sure if you'll light up like a Christmas tree or not. We've never used an angel's sword on a vampire before…"

She stopped pacing instantly.

"You're a Winchester." She looked surprised. "You have got to be kidding."

"Aw! You're so sweet!" I smiled.

And with that last comment, she threw herself on me and I was on the ground with a loud thud. I lifted my leg and flung her off of me. My body was coursing with adrenaline, and apparently her vampire was no match for it.

She lunged again and I could hear and extremely loud howl come from the battlefield that was no more than five hundred feet away.

I hit the ground, once again on my back, and knew now would be the perfect time to send this bitch right back to hell.

Her eyes had turned from red to black, probably from a combination of rage, fear, and thirst.

I held onto Castiel's sword with both my hands and thrust it upward into her throat. She immediately froze, her dead eyes stared into mine, and her whole body shone a bright white light.

I kicked her off of me and onto the ground and ran back to the Jeep to check on Bella. Mainly to make sure she didn't require admission into the closest psych ward.

"Is she really gone?" She asked, climbing out of the Jeep and shutting the door.

I stared over at Jane's body on the ground. It lay completely still, her eyes were blank, and her skin looked like it had been shattered glass.

"Did the sword work?" Castiel asked from behind me.

I jumped.

"Jesus, Cas!" I shouted.

He walked over to Jane's body and retrieved his sword from her head.

"I've never seen it used on a vampire before." He said.

"Surprise! It works!" I smirked.

I looked over at the clearing and noticed the battle had ended, as well. The Cullen's were piling the bodies of all the newborns, prepping them for the roasty-toasty bonfire that was yet to come. The wolves however, were nowhere in sight.

"Where's the pack?" I asked Castiel.

"They had to rush back to La Push. A couple of their members were injured." He replied

That was not good.

Sam, Dean, and Uncle Bobby were walking toward me.

"Did he get hurt?!" I asked them.

"Mya, calm down." Bobby replied, raising his hands.

Carlisle appeared before me.

"I'm going now. I have to tend to those who were injured before their bodies heal to the point that I have to re-injure them. If you wish to come, we must leave immediately." He said.

"You guys help clean up this mess, and make sure the queen bitch gets thrown in that pile, too." I said to my brothers.

"Mya! You can't just leave!" Dean shouted at me as I walked to the Jeep.

"I'll call you later."

I jumped into the passenger seat and closed the door as Carlisle began to drive away.