Immortal Legacy

Epilogue: The Prize?

BPOV

It was a few minutes after I had absorbed the tempest of released Quickening before I was able to get my rapid heartbeat under control and open my eyes. The broken glass and smell of burnt ozone that were the usual results of an Immortal's death were easy to ignore but the sight of the three unconscious and smoking vampires wasn't. My heart shattered as I stumbled over to my unmoving Soul Mate. I tried to shake her awake in my shock but she was unresponsive and I cradled her in my arms as I started to cry.

"Rose… Rose… I'm so sorry I couldn't save you," I whispered and started to rock with her back and forth.

Just before my mind completely snapped and I ended up doing something foolish, my mind started to register some unusual facts. The first was that the body I held was starting to get warmer instead of being cold. Another was that her normally pale complexion started to get some color. Of their own accord, the fingers of my right hand slid down her arm until they reached the pulse point on her wrist and I detected the unmistakable rhythm of a heartbeat. My Immortal radar kicked in and registered the presence of more Immortals just as the blonde sucked in a deep breath and her eyes flew open.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON," Rosalie demanded and shot out of my arms then looked around in a mild panic.

"I think we all want to know that," Jasper drawled while Alice and Emmett just nodded in agreement.

"Rasputin had been around for a while and killed more than his fair share of Immortals so my guess is that when I took his head and released all of his Quickening you guys absorbed some of it. Being vampires already that made you pseudo-immortals which means you had a small amount of Quickening. The influx of more must have completed the process and turned you into Immortals," I theorized but it fit the facts.

It took a while before anybody said anything because we were all trying to wrap our minds around the situation. Eventually Rose muttered where my parents were locked up and I left the four newly minted Immortals to continue getting use to their condition to set my mom and dad free.

25 Years later…

RPOV

I made my way down the hall with the leather bound book in my hands then paused before I entered the last door on the left. My mind went back to that fateful day when my sister, brothers and I were transformed and the war that followed. It had taken us almost a year to get over the murders of Carlisle and Esme but our new family was with us every step of the way; Bella, Cassandra, Methos and Amanda were very patient and supported as we worked through our grief. It felt like we couldn't catch a break because less than a month later, Joe Dawson along with Charlie and Renee Swan were killed during the infighting that eventually re-forged the Watchers as the militant factions were wiped out.

Methos was the permanent head of their Order now and the Watchers are stronger and more organized than ever. Which helped when the Volturi eventually came after us once they learned the truth from that bitch Tanya; the war with the vamps lasted for another five years but in the end the Italian Coven and their allies were destroyed. It was a combination of Bella's diplomatic skills and Jasper's military acumen that brought the other supernatural races under our banner that led to our victory. Of course, peace came at a high cost and many Immortals and vampires died including the Denali Coven and the Highlander.

I opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. Something about that day Bella defeated Rasputin removed the curse of sterility from the Immortals and once the war was over there was a bit of a baby boom. Methos and Cassandra gave Bells the little brother she always wanted. Jasper and Alice had four kids, two boys and two girls. The magic of the Quickening even granted the miracle of triplets; Charles Joseph, Carlisle Duncan and Esme Rose Hale. Only Emmett and Amanda chose to wait a century or so until they started a family of their own because they were just having too much fun.

The triplets were waiting patiently on Esme's bed and I sat down on the chair they'd pulled next to it. They were excited despite it being bed time because they knew that tonight's bedtime story was going to be special. Slowly, I opened the book that had been written by their grandfather, Methos, and began to read.

"From the Dawn of Time we came; moving silently among you down through the ages. The four oldest created The Game. They believed that in the end, there could be only one. In a round about way, they were correct because a prophecy from the Source foretold a time when one of her descendents would rise; a reluctant leader that would unite all under their banner. Her name is Isabella Marie Swan, the Queen of Night, and this is her story…"

AN: Another story finished, I hope you enjoyed it. I hope to have a couple more finished very soon. Until then, have a Happy Holiday.