This is the second to last chapter, just to let you all know. After this chapter, only the epilogue remains. Thanks so much for reading my story! Sorry the chapter isn't real long.
I still own no one other than Erica, Annabelle, Henry, Isaac, and Michael.
By the way, just as a warning, this chapter made me want to cry. Although that's probably just because I'm the author, but I do get terribly attached to my OCs... Just thought I should warn you.
Alec had barely regained his feet when he was again hit by a spell. Michael had hit Alec with a temporary immobilization spell. As Michael walked towards Alec, Alec glared and a white mist began swirling around Michael's feet.
However, because Bella's shield still surrounded him, Michael was not affected by it, if he even noticed it at all. Several humans watching them, however, did collapse.
And then, because that's what he liked to do, Michael began talking.
"Who would have thought that it would come down to this? I mean, when Old Rebecca prophesied that we would one day fight to the death, I told her that she was crazy. I suppose I was wrong on that one, wouldn't you say?"
Alec didn't respond (probably because of the enchantment), so Michael continued.
"Why did you follow Jane? I understand how close you two were, but to give up everything? Do you want to continue following her wherever she goes? I hope so. You don't really have a choice. You chose to become one of them because that's what she wanted. You never even tried to talk her out of it. If you had, things might have been different."
The witches and the Cullens grew uncomfortable as Michael continued ranting at Alec.
One by one, the spectators dropped as Alec's relentless fog hit them. After about fifteen minutes of Michael talking to Alec as if no one else was there, every single human lay on the ground, having succumbed to Alec's formidable—if ineffective on Michael—defense.
Michael was still talking. "My parents, Alec. Your parents. Your entire family. You gave all that up because Jane asked you to. Aro killed them and you did nothing. You stood there and watched. You did nothing. Nothing."
And at that moment, Michael's temporary immobilization charm timed out. And Alec attacked him.
Michael retaliated quickly, but neither of them was quick enough.
Alec's rock hard arm collided with Michael's chest, shattering every single bone in his torso. At the same time, Michael hit Alec with a killing spell that threw him backwards through the air.
Alec didn't move.
Michael used his last breaths to release the magic he had used to trap the Volturi's human receptionist, as well as the spell he had accidentally hit Emmett with. He knew that any magic he had not released before he died would continue on for all eternity, with nothing to reverse it. Angela rushed to his side, but there was nothing she could do. When Alec had hit Michael, it had not only shattered the bones, but had also crushed several vital organs. It was a miracle he had survived long enough to reverse the two spells he did.
Angela, Annabelle, Henry, Isaac, and Erica then said their culture's traditional funeral prayer. When that was finished, they each bowed to him, before covering him with a bright blue cloth Angela had conjured. They did not bother preparing his body to move it back to Washington; it would have disappeared completely by the time they arrived, the last of his magic protecting his body from an improper burial.
By the time they had finished the short, depressing ceremony, dawn was breaking over the city of Volterra.
For what he hoped would be the very last time, Carlisle lit a match and set fire to Alec's body as well as the three vampires who Michael hadn't released from sleeping enchantments.
The witches let go of any magic they were still maintaining.
Jasper and Rosalie woke. Emmett was still unhappy he had missed most of the fight, and what he apparently thought would have been the best part, had he been awake (the explosion).
Before anyone had realized she was gone, Alice was driving the bus up to the place where her family stood. Esme and Carlisle stayed just long enough to make sure that all the humans who had gathered around were basically unharmed. They then boarded the bus, their victory marred only by Michael's death.
The citizens of Volterra watched as the people who had destroyed the most historical building in the city drove away. No one noticed that, as the day wore slowly on, the slight lump beneath the azure fabric gradually lessened until there was nothing left beneath the cloth.