"This ends now," I whispered menacingly. Satarica growled, her blood red eyes piercing. I sank down low to the ground and circled her, a low growl building in my chest. All I saw was red. My life used to be terrible, and it still is. All thanks to her.

Her eyes followed me, watching my every move. I could detect a hint of wariness in them. The wolves and the other vampires watched us with growing tension. I could tell by the anger and impatience on their faces that they were all wondering, 'Who will start the fight?'

I stopped circling her suddenly and launched at Satarica. The fight started then. She started growling and snarling louder than anything I've ever heard before. Satarica kicked me in my stomach so hard I flew backand hit a tree, breathless.

My eyelids fluttered, but I did not fade into unconsciousness. I heard Satarica's laugh and I stood up, using the dented tree to keep me from falling flat on my face. "Tired already, Bellsie? Aw, it was just getting fun too," she mocked. I turned my head, spat out blood and crouched down.

"Bellsie doesn't think so,!" I snarled and lunged, reaching for her neck. I was a able to grab it and swing around onto her back. "Get off me, brat!" she yelled. I pulled her jet black hair as hard as I could. I felt strands of it come loose. I'm sure she could, too, because I quickly jumped off her back before she could get her claws on me. I turned my head slightly and saw all the wolves. The one that was struggling was Paul. He had two of 'em.

Before I could run over and help him, Satarica had me by my throat. I clawed at her hands, trying to breathe. She hissed, "Did that bang against that tree make you bleed?"

I tried to gasp for air, but couldn't because of the grip she had on my throat. I clawed and kicked and fought, but it had no effect, none at all. I guess being half human has it's disadvantages... "Go ahead! Kill me! Do your worst!" I rasped. She laughed.

'Let go! Let go! Oh please, please, let go!' I thought desperately. Suddenly, her grip loosened, and I fell to the ground gasping for air. I looked at her and she stood there in confusion. Red filled my vision and adrenaline coursed through my veins. I lunged at her and she landed on the ground with a loud thunk!

She snapped out of it then and I bit her neck as hard as I possibly could. I was surprised that when she tried to push me off, I didn't budge. I got off and darted over to Paul, "Are you okay?" He nodded and tore off a red haired vampire's head. I winced at the metallic sound. Then, I heard a bloodcurdling, hair-raising scream. "Paul? Where's my mom?" he shrugged and went back to dismembering another vampire.

I looked around to see Satarica, punching my mom and dad. My eyes widened in horror. I looked around again and saw that Paul and the rest of his pack had killed the last of Satarica's coven and allies. Paul phased back and stared. He looked between me and Satarica for a moment until I darted forward screaming profanities. My vision blurred. All I saw was red now, pure red. I screamed.

Paul grabbed my waist and held me back. I kicked and fought and screamed, "She killed my parents!"

"That...monster killed my parents!" I kicked around some more until I found Paul's weak spot. He wasn't holding me as tight as I had thought. So I wriggled out of his arms and ran forward. "Bella!" he yelled after me, but I was so filled with hate, sadness and anger, I could hardly hear him.

"You!" I snarled at her. Satarica turned, grinning, her lips dripping with blood.

"What?" she asked innocently. "You killed my parents! Why?!" She laughed, as if it should be obvious.

"They were going to get in my way. Bella, I needed you to help me to the top." I stared at her in shock. "I hate you and your whole family. You have to be the weirdest kid I've ever seen, all these gifts keep popping up, when I only have one, and you're half human!"

"So you're jealous," I said, mockingly. She growled, "I am not jealous!" I shrugged, "Doesn't matter anyway." I crouched down low again. She did the same.

"You ruined my life, then you kill my parents! You're in for it!"

"Oh! The horror! I'm going to get killed by a little eight year old," she said in mock horror.

"Shut up!" I screamed at her. I lunged and bit her neck. She kicked me off and I flew so high in the air, I think I could have hit an aeroplane.

I started towards the ground at an impossible speed. When I was almost to the ground, I turned back the right way and landed on the balls of my feet, in a low crouch. Satarica stared at me in both amazement and hatred. I darted and jumped onto her and started twisting her neck ferociously. She screamed and tried to push me off, but that was just helping me with trying to dismember her.

I heard a metallic screech and saw her skin starting to break. Her screams became weaker and finally, her head fell off and her body fell to the ground. I stood there, her head in my hands, grinning victoriously. She should not have underestimated me. Suddenly, I felt exhausted. My legs felt like Jell-O beneath me. I stumbled, thoughts of my parents seeping into my head once again, my happiness that I had succeeded in killing Satarica faded.

And like the weak little kid I was, I curled up on the ground and started crying. I heard familiar footsteps and felt strong arms lift me off the floor. "Shh..." Paul said in a soothing voice. He sat down and I looked at him. I saw the pain. I saw the anger. But not once had I seen an emotion in his eyes that looked like it did now. It made me realize just how much he cared for me. How much he loved me... how much we both needed each other. I looked back at my parents' bodies and my tears came again, but I was silent. I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact that my parents were dead.

We had gone through so much just to find them. But now... they were gone... forever. I couldn't believe it, this was too much for me to take in.

"What now?" I whispered. The fight was over and now, all I saw was piles of burning vampire remains. "I don't really know. Let's just hope there will be no more vampires on our hands."

I sighed, tears still streaming down my cheeks. I laid my head on his shoulder and looked at him, "When you're with me, you can only hope." He laughed and hugged me tight to him.

I dozed off, completely drained and exhausted. It was true, though. When you're with me, you can only hope a vampire or some other danger isn't lurking in the darkness... waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Beta'd by EclipsedRose96.