Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is owned by Stephanie Meyer. I don't happen to be her; therefore, I cannot possibly own it.

Rating: Rated 'T' for 'Teen'. May change later.

Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Family, Fluff, Friendship, First Time, General, High School, Horror, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Supernatural, Vampires

Warnings: Adult Content, Blood, Discriminatory Language, Violence

Pairings: Jasper/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Carlisle/Esme, Peter/Charlotte

Summary: Your typical story. Boy meets girl. They fall in love. A baby is quickly made. What happens when the boy's a vampire? What happens when said vampire is killed before the baby's born? Renée doesn't know what's going to happen to her baby, but Nahuel promises to keep it safe from his father. Jasper/ Bella

19. Bellona

December 31, 1996

It was early morning of the last day of the year. The Amazons and I had chosen to let Maria turn her human captives into as many vampires as she could. Most of them were starving as she didn't leave any to be food. All together, there must've been thirty-odd newborns added to her army. Thankfully, no new gifts to add to list of things to learn to control. Alistair's and Maria's talents were more than enough for now. Not to mention that seer's, at least she could call on it. Of course, it didn't just respond to her conscious decisions. That was a pain all in itself.

Restlessness was the main emotion in the camp. Maria fed her soldiers her lies about how she created them all as a gift and how they should use their new life to wreak vengeance. All the newborns craved was the right to feed, fight, and... fuck. The word was dirty in my mind, but it was the terminology they used to describe their wants. I could feel my cheeks rushing with blood due to their thoughts. Not even Senna craved sex this much. Perhaps it was due to being a newborn, or perhaps it was the generation.

Slowly stalking my way from the sparse forest to the beginnings of the camp, vampires hissed as they retreated to the main tent that housed Maria and her officers. The sisters followed behind me at the same lazy pace, but were still hidden by the illusions Zafrina and I used. My protection would include keeping the knowledge of the Amazons to a minimum. Besides, they would underestimate me if thought I was alone. Even the Major would have difficulty with these numbers all by himself, and these numbers... I wasn't pleased with them. Maria had definitely gotten herself an army of reckless fighters. She didn't even train them, just using them as cannon fodder.

The sisters and I were facing nearly a hundred. In fact, it was one short of one hundred. Four versus ninety-nine. I'd say it was almost a challenge.

Hissing, the lot of them, as they surrounded their mistress's tent, I crouched down, my fingers filled with dirt as I clenched my hand into a fist. A brave soul, a tourist from Italy, tried to dart away, to escape. She smacked into the shield I hadn't dropped yet, and shook with pain as the power wracked her form with my taser like electricity. Many of them growled at me, mostly from anger.

I retaliated. It was from within me, from somewhere hidden deep within my chest. Never had I heard of such a noise before: the animalistic roar that shook the earth with its vibrations. Venomous spittle flew forward, flinging from the walls of my mouth and teeth. The volume of my roar would have deafened humans, and no one born as a mortal would have been able to cause it as they wouldn't have been born with enough vocal cords to do it. I supposed only my mind would have that ability.

Apparently, neither had these people as their rage almost instantly turned into terror. A terror I strengthened with helplessness and hopelessness. Most of them dropped to the ground, and yet I continued to pump it into them as I removed any other emotion from them. The ones that weren't curled up into a fetal position, their shaking reminding me of a recovering heroin addict, tried to crawl their way into the tent, as if the fabric would be able to stop me. It all took a second, a second that was used for Maria, someone I hadn't been effecting, to charge from her self-appointed throne made of the limbs of fallen enemy soldiers.

The sisters tensed as they saw the woman approach me at full speed, only to stop a handful of meters away. I did nothing to calm their nerves as they would fight better that way.

She was beautiful, physically anyhow. Her lips plump, her eyebrows perfectly arched, and her cheekbones high. I couldn't tell about here eyes since they were this impossibly perfect combination of the half-way lidded in this permanent look of lust and a glare that would have frightened any lesser being. Then there was this body that I knew most human women craved to have. Stomach flat, breasts full, waist slight, hips full, and legs long. Like stated previously, the woman was beautiful. At least on the outside.

Even without her state as a Siren, I could see what kept the Major around even when he felt like he was dying inside.

"Woman," she spoke in her native, Spanish, tongue, "have you brought the Major, my mate to me? Do you wish to be rewarded for your good deeds?"

"No," I said smirking, "you will never again use my mate for your armies." The ancient women behind me stiffened even further, having learned Italian during my stay in Brazil. Other than Nahuel, no one else knew of me knowing of my fated lover. "Your days of tyranny are over, Maria." She laughed before realizing how serious I was. In that moment, she knew she wouldn't see another day, the new year. "You'll be with your mate again, your Ronaldo. Soon." It was less a way to ease her suffering, and more of a way to promise her that her demise was coming.

Screaming, she ran for me, and I pulled my shield back to wrap around in it's natural form. I did the same for the Sisters. I roared yet again, feeling the ground tremble beneath me, before charging at her. Unfortunately, the emotions I was sending the newborns and the soldiers lessened as I had more focus on my opponent than keeping them in one place.

The moment she collided with me, I felt the shift, the removal of myself and the take over of my beast. Strangely, I had thought it would be a gradual movement I would be able to resist instead of an instantaneous change in power that I had no hope in fighting. It was still me, as I still commanded myself. Just through different eyes, and a more bloodthirsty mind.

Before her arms could surround me, I brought my knees up and kicked forcefully into her chest, sending her flying. Once I touched ground again, I ran at full speed for her body as she crashed through her house of cloth and smashed into her precious throne. She snarled as she rolled in the dust, digging her talon-like fingers into the ground to slow her movements. The woman should have been trained along with her soldiers, otherwise she wouldn't be such a piss-poor fighter. I didn't think she'd be talented, but it was in her nature to be a lover, not a warlord.

A pair of newborns tried to attack me, but I quickly snapped the head off of one of their shoulders, before ripping the arms off as well. I used those as a bat to shatter the neck on the body of the other. All the while, I kept my eyes connected with Maria's to know how easy this battle would be.

In the back of my mind, I searched through the vampires' thoughts to see how Zafrina's and my illusions were keeping up. It was all perfect. The three of them fought around me, keeping the majority of our opponents from getting to me. To the outside view, it looked like they were being destroyed by nothing other than my will. It was almost laughable how terrifying I seemed. Then, I registered a trail of thoughts at the top of the hill, watching us. It was one of the newborns, but the person, a woman, was close to the end of her year.

It was the Italian tourist. And I was right, if she hadn't been a vampire, she would have pissed herself in fear by now.

"Oh come now, Maria. You're one of the most feared Warlords in the South! Surely you weren't such a waste of my time."

"Demon!" I laughed. Humans and vampires alike called Jasper the same name, but it was for his skill in fearless fighting rather than the tornado of flying body parts that I presented. "You're a demon!" Would we keep switching back and forth between these two languages?

"Now now, Maria. We both know this isn't true. I'm no demon. I am the God of War's mate. I am Bella." Slowly, I began my trek towards her. She made no move to flee. True terror, a terror I had no part in artificially making, kept her still.

"No. No no no no no. I have to avenge Ronaldo. His killer has to die. He must be avenged! My Ronaldo!"

My mind fogged over with knowledge, so quickly coming it couldn't be told but simply known. Smiling at the woman, I took from her the negative emotions and the positive. She was out of her mind, that was obvious. Maria didn't truly care for her survival as she had died right along with her mate. All she had ever desired was destruction until his murderer had been killed as well. Oh, it didn't make up for her choices, but it eased my conscious just a little bit.

"But, Ronaldo has been avenged. You had the Major kill her years ago. Lucy destroyed him. She lusted after him. You could smell it all over her, couldn't you? He refused her wants. She felt he had to die for humiliating her." Maria hissed in rage, knowing she could never wring the woman's neck herself. "And now, you will join him. Tonight, you will be the first to join your dead soldiers."

Pouncing on her, I bit into her neck. She didn't resist; she knew it was futile. First, I pumped my venom into her before ripping that piece out and spitting it into her ruined throne. Again and again until there was no neck left, there was not a singular thought within the area that went along the lines of me being merciful. It was strange, I guess, how she didn't scream in pain, but I knew she felt it. I could hear it in her mind.

Quickly, I threw her head to the side for safekeeping before lighting the pile of vampire parts on fire. Raising her body up, I punched my hand through her chest and removing what was once a vital organ. Once the pyre was built, the flames dancing like mad, I threw her heartless body into it. I stepped through the fire, ever so leisurely, to get to the battle the Sisters partook in. The Amazons gave me a passing glance at seeing my dramatics, but the other vampires stared at me as I emerged unharmed from what they thought would have been my death. Immediately, I joined the fight.

Shoving my hand through the mouth, I ripped out the person's jaw before snapping it in half and wielding the pieces like knives. I kicked him away from me and into Senna, who finished him off. Next up an unlucky woman; I jumped upon her back as she tried to claw me off, using the makeshift knife, I slashed her throat, dug in my fingers, and flung the head into the flames. Her body dropped quickly, and I searched out for another victim. The adrenaline of the fight pumped through me, lighting my own metaphorical fire from within.

Again and again, the vampires dropped like flies without any real chance. Sometimes I wouldn't use the sections of the jaw, instead I would bite out a piece of their neck before freeing their body of the connection to their brain. Oh, how Jasper would love to watch the dance of death I choreographed.

Someone tried to take me from the back, a more skilled soldier. But I flipped them, using my shield, and pinned them beneath me. I stood upon their chest, and yanked off their appendages one by one as they fought against my hold. No one here would be a match for my collection of talents.

Looking around at the field of bodies, I saw a few that tried to piece themselves together, people that had been torn apart before the fire had been built, while the Sisters were finishing off the remaining newborns. I turned to the woman on the hill, the woman who had tried to flee during the beginning.

"Run," I commanded. "Run and tell the world. If it's a war the Lords want, it's a war they'll get. I'm coming for them; I'm coming for them all." I didn't have to tell her twice. She nodded before taking off like a bat out of Hell. I smiled, already seeing the vision of her tales of the Bringer of Justice and Death. Well, If I was mated to the Major, I might as well be.

Again, I looked at the damage we had caused. Kachiri had some more bodies to teach me her art upon.

Ending Author's Notes: I'll be trying to update every Sunday, as that's my only day off.

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