I am not Stephanie Meyers, I do not own any parts of the Twilight Saga, nor its characters.
Chapter Twenty: Day of Reckoning
As we all anticipated, Caius and his army has made its way to the same field that they were on nearly eighty years ago. The Irish Coven, The Romanians, and the nomads made their way to us, one of whom is roaming vampire who abandoned the newborn army that Victoria made the year before Renesmee was born, someone named Fred. We are closing in on the hour that the Volturi arrive and the final battle begins. Alice says we have less than an hour until they arrive. We know that the odds are split down the middle.
I walk out in front of the forces the Cullens have amassed, pacing as I would when I was human. The darkness is almost visibly descending upon us as the minutes pass. Melissa gets tired of watching me pace and walks out to me, grabbing my shoulder. She practically drags me back to our lines where my family is waiting along with the packs.
"You are moving more earth with all your pacing than Benjamin will in the coming battle," Melissa jokes.
I glance at Benjamin, who is chuckling. I glance to Jacob who stands next to Renesmee in his human form still. Billy is in his human form no more than ten feet from Jacob with Sarah at his side. The rest of the packs are in their wolf forms, Leah standing closest to Fred, almost at his side even. Fred walks over with a slight smile and rubs Leah's ear. It is surprising because she just met Fred a few days earlier, and yet he is scratching her head.
"Three minutes." Alice alerts tensely.
Everyone inches closer to their loved ones, and whispers the same message, "I love you." The pain of waiting for the final battle, the tension that hangs in the air. And then, the countdown reaches zero once more. One by one at first and then a flood of black cloaked figures march forward toward us, stopping momentarily. Fifty- five immortals stand against us.
"Caius, we know what you have done to Aro and Marcus. We will only offer this once. Return to Volterra in peace, so you can live." Carlisle threatens.
"Carlisle, we are not weak like your group. We will wipe out your small group and when we repopulate our kind and they will respect us, or die like you."
"So this fight is inevitable."
"When was it not?"
"Bella." Carlisle whispers.
"Already done."
I step forward.
"So you're Caius. You do know that it was not we who burned your castle to the ground, right?" I ask arrogantly.
"He knows Alex. He just has a bone to pick with us." Edward informs me.
"Stay out of my head." Caius hisses. "Do it, kill them." He orders the guard.
"Yes master." They answer blindly.
They break into a sprint, in a quite predictable manner. The flowing red and black cloaks would be intimidating to humans, but we are ready. As I stare into the faces of death, I find myself beginning to run toward them. The others begin to follow, Jacob and Billy shifting into wolf form mid-stride, dust and dirt alongside me hardening into a vampire-like creature, which is in a full run as well. Slowly I realize this is the tension Bella must have been under when she first took on the Volturi.
I throw the first physical punch of the battle, landing square on Jane's jaw. As I await death, Billy and Jacob bound past me on both side and take out the closest threat to me. My dust vampire grabs Jane and tosses her straight up. A moment of fear flashes in her eyes as my dust creation doesn't register the pain she is attempting to subject it to, and then is gone as Benjamin launches a ball of fire at her. She screams and is engulfed in flames. As I watch for a brief moment, Felix runs up and tears my dust creation in two and grabs my right arm.
I pull back in time to avoid being torn completely apart. I hiss as my right arm is torn from my torso. As I glare a Felix, Emmett pulls me back out of the way. A battle of two giants, how fitting. I try something I next thought of before as I pull away from the action carefully. I create a hawk from the dust and it flies skyward. Never before had I noticed this, but my creations and I have a telepathic link, and I see the battle field from the sky and the ground.
It is bad. Many casualties on both sides. Benjamin is on the back lines, hurling boulders at the Volturi, distracting them. Zafrina is trying to blind them, but there is so much chaos she can only blind one or two at a time. The guard is slowly picking off our forces. Several wolves have been killed or injured, ten vampires including myself have been injured on our side alone. Fires are going burning remains and limbs to prevent them from being reattached. My bird glances skyward for a moment and spots a helicopter off in the distance.
I yell in frustration. Anger boiling up inside me, I was useless if I didn't do something. My vision goes red and then black. I have many bodies all across the battlefield, dust creations that emerge from the woods. The cavalry has finally arrived. It was when they charge the Volturi at vampire speeds that I realized I may have turned the tides of battle. I begin picking off members of the guard on the outer parts of the field. Three, five, nine. Caius glares at the dust creations as they distract the guard and allows us to fight. Thirteen vampires are down for the Volturi in just that short while
The helicopter is now overhead and everyone glances upward. Our secret is no more. I release my dust army and recreate my missing arm. With my arm as hard as diamond and useful as a Swiss Army Knife, I charge back into the fray of combat. Emmett is still struggling against Felix. I strike Felix, distracting him just enough for Emmett to gain the upper hand. Emmett reaches in and tears off Felix's arm, tossing it into a burst of fire that Benjamin sends just above the battle field. The helicopter banks left, circling the battlefield, a Television camera is visible from the side of the vehicle.
We begin to gain ground when I run into Alec and Demetri. They grab my left arm, but Leah, bloodied as she is, leaps and distracts Alec, giving me a chance to decapitate Demetri. His body stands there for a minute and then collapses when I tap it. As I drop his head, a clearing is visible, a straight shot at Caius. I begin my sprint toward him. He can see me, and turns to run, however Billy has circled around and has cut him off. He lunges at Billy, who clasps his jaw around Caius' head. One sickening crunch later, Caius' body is under Billy's giant paws, without a head. The fighting slows as one by one the Volturi begin to scatter and flee, after seeing their master dead on the ground. Billy spits out the head and shifts back to human form.
We begin to wander the field counting the dead and wounded. Jacob's right forearm is broken. Renesmee and Sarah have little more than a few bumps and bruises. Edward is reattaching his leg as I pass him. Bella is carrying a torch in preparation of the bonfire of dead Volturi. Kachiri is in pieces, with Zafrina working on putting her back together. Eleazar has huge gouges in his chest from a Volturi member. Charles is missing as is his mate, Makenna, possibly dead. Maggie from the Irish Coven is missing an arm which can't be found, and is being consoled by Siobhan and Liam. Vladimir is standing at the body of his headless friend Stefan, the head having been burned.
The American nomads Mary and Randall are missing. Seventeen shape shifters are dead. Billy has picked up several scars on his body. Rosalie and Emmett are scarred, but in one piece. Jasper is missing a few fingers, and has gathered a multitude of scars but is relatively unharmed. Alice is reattaching her left hand as I pass her. Melissa is holding Seth, whose hind legs are broken. Carlisle is missing his right foot. Esme is holding him upright. Fred is tending to Leah's wounds.
All this time the Helicopter has been hovering overhead, watching as we throw limbs and torsos and heads of the Volturi into the fire. Slowly it descends toward us. I walk toward where it appears to be landing, preparing to face the camera crew. I hold my hands at my side relaxed, waving it down to us. I can see a few faces, some of them appear hesitant, but the pilot decides to set down. Melissa carefully sets Seth on the ground near Carlisle, and jogs over to me.
"We are going to proceed with caution as we do not know what really just happened. The man we are showing you was fighting in the battle we were watching. He is the one who beckoned us down. A woman just jogged over to him and is standing by his side. I do not know what is going on, but I get the feeling, we aren't on top of the food chain."
"Hello," I call out, "We know you saw what just happened."
"Oh, shit. He knew we were there."
"Come on, I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you. I think it may be time for the world to know the truth. If you leave now, you won't be doing your jobs properly." Melissa calls out to the camera crew.
"We should get out of here."
"No, we may never get an opportunity like this again. I'm going out there."
"Those creatures were launching fireballs and rocks at each other and tearing each other apart. Some of them were werewolves, did you not see that."
"I saw that, I don't think that they would harm us."
"We won't. Just come out of the helicopter so we can talk." Jacob hollers from where he is sitting.
"They can hear us too, let's get out of here."
I walk calmly over to the helicopter and tap on the cockpit.
"Alright, alright, we're getting out."
"That's all we want." I sigh.
Slowly the crew climbs out of the helicopter and stands in front of us. The person holding the camera seems to be the calmest of the group.
"Is it rolling?" I ask.
"Yeah, um. Can you explain what just happened here, the truth please?"
"The truth… The truth is that this was a battle between two large opposing factions of immortal beings."
"Immortals?"
"Yes. My name is Alexander Girralo, and I am a vampire, as is my beautiful girlfriend, here, Melissa. For the most part our kind has kept our existence a secret for the greater part of humanity's existence. Billy, come here for a moment."
As he jogs over, I smile and introduce him. "This is my friend Billy Lahote, and he is a shape-shifter, he is one of the people that one of you called a werewolf."
"And who and what were the creatures in the black and red cloaks?" The cameraman asks.
"They were vampires, in fact a rogue remnant of the vampire ruling group known as the Volturi. They used to enforce laws, and kept our kind hidden from human eyes. Then their castle was burnt down in Volterra, Italy, and one of its leaders turned against the other two. It was under his command that they attacked our peaceful coalition."
"So why are you telling us this if the existence of your races was kept a secret for so long?"
Carlisle limps forward with the help of Esme.
"Because there would be little way to keep our existence hidden after this battle, there are children who won't be heading home to their family today, but they did so in order to protect human. Some of the shape-shifters are barely teenagers who gladly gave up their lives in the name of justice and to protect their families who would have been incapable of defending themselves."
An eerie silence falls over the field as the camera slides over the pile of dead wolves. One of the reporters passes out.
"One of our crew members has passed out; we will continue our broadcast shortly." As the red light on the camera turns off the man asks, "Are they really only teenagers?"
"Some of them yes, another reason we are shedding the secrecy is because a number of us have lived peacefully alongside humans, and would like to not need to hide." Carlisle sighs somberly.
"Here is to hoping we can live peacefully now."
"With the Volturi gone, with their most powerful members dead, there is going to be further power struggles unless someone steps in soon." I mention as I step toward Carlisle. "And that will be a matter for our kind to handle."
A/N: Anticlimactic I bet. If you want the battle from other points of view, send me a review telling me whose PoV you want to see.
At there may be an epilogue, but don't entirely count on it.