Hearing a snarl, Edward pushed her away from me. I gasped in pain, almost falling if Edward did not catch me. "I'll suck it out." He murmured.
"You can't," Heather yelled. "You will be killed." I noticed Riley was no longer around. Heather ran over and took my arm. "That's a nasty bite."
"It hurts," I breathed. I could feel the pain traveling down my body; I fell into Edward.
We turned to a loud, screeching scream that was coming from Victoria as she held her throat. She began jerking her body to the sides and even hit her head against a tree. This is what it's like when a vampire 's venom and Original blood mix? I continued watching her to thrash around in pain to distract me from my own, when something happened. Her skin was becoming darker, more tan, and her hair was losing its fire, turning into a dull red. "What's happening?"
Heather sighed. "The horrible thing about our blood; if a vampire drinks a little of an Original's blood, they die, but not before turning human." Turning human?
Sure enough we all heard the sound of a racing heartbeat coming from Victoria as her eyes were now a green. She stared at us with hatred before collapsing on her side as blood came out of her mouth. The heartbeat silenced. "Ding dong the witch is dead," Heather mumbled.
It was over, for her. The pain in me increased and I started to thrash in Edward's arm. "What's happening to her?" Edward shouted.
"Put her down and hold her arms, we can't get her to move as much." Heather ordered as Edward put me on the ground. As she said he held my arms, trying to keep me in place as Heather sat on my legs. "Now what?"
She frowned. "We let her ride it out." Ride it out? In this pain? I couldn't do that, I didn't want to do that.
I started to scream. "Jacob go." Jacob? He emerged in wolf form and stared at me wide eyes. "She was bitten." Edward shouted over my screams. Jacob, end the pain, end the pain.
Then do something, she could be dying.
"There's nothing we could, if we suck the venom out we too will die." Useless vampires.
"Jacob, turn human, I need you to hold her legs." I heard Heather say. A few minutes later I felt her get off as Jacob's hands replaced her. Heather sat down and held my sides. "The less moving the better," I heard her mumble.
I screamed again as I felt the pain hit my chest, then my throat, and last the brain. My eyes grew wide as now my whole body was covered in this smoldering pain. I was on fire; I was burning from the inside out. It reminded me of the time James bit me, so long ago. Edward, my angel, saved me, but now he couldn't. I was on my own.
Bella. What the hell? Bella. I closed my eyes, trying to find that voice, but no one appeared. Bella.
It sounded so familiar, even if it was a faint whisper. The pain went away and I opened my eyes to look up at a sky only to realize Edward and them were not here. I was alone in a large cathedral by the looks of it. The room was made of stone as a glass picture of Jesus was on the wall in front of me. Where was I?
Getting up a man appeared by the large table with a white cloth and candles. He wore a long white robe and I saw his white hair. I walked up to him as he knelt down and began praying. I couldn't hear what he was saying as I stood on his side. I waited until he was finished, feeling it would be rude if I interrupted when he stuck his teeth out and I saw two fangs. An Original? I backed away from the table as his eyes flew open and looked right at me. "Isabella?" He had a thick Russian accent.
"Yes." He began shouting with glee and stood up, hugging me. "Oh my dear, it's such a pleasure to finally meet you your majesty." Your majesty? "We have been awaiting your arrival." We? Grabbing my shoulder, he led me out a door to a room similiar to the church without windows. Hundreds of Originals were in the room; talking, making weapons, running around. But when they saw me they all stopped, and bowed. "Our queen has returned to lead us." The priest shouted and everyone in the room cheered. Lead them? Lead them where?
"Um, excuse me," I shouted as the priest was walking through the crowd. "Where am I?"
"In La Cathedral de Amore in Romania." Romania? "It is your birth place your majesty."
I'm pretty sure I was born in Forks. "Who are you? Why am I here?" He stopped at the back, surrounded by a group of Original women, smiling at me. The priest turned to me. "My name is Rubio de Montelone and I have been one of your most loyalest subjects since the war."
"What war?"
"The war between the Originals. Do you not remember, you led your army against Dracula." Dracula? "He was a horrible King, it was you who led the rebellion against him and defeated him. You truly were the Devil's masterpiece." Wait, I never heard of a revolution. "Look, Rubio, I think you are talking about Isabelle. I am her reincarnation."
He laughed. "I know who you are Isabella, but I am not talking about Isabelle. It has always been you."
"Because I am her reincarnation." He shook his head and dragged me through another door that led outside on to a field. It was raining hard, soaking me in a matter of seconds. Rubio did not seem to notice the rain as he stretched his right armout, pointing at the side. Turning to the side I gasped.
Bodies, blood, all over the ground. I tiptoed through the mess, not wanting to step on a body part. It was a massacre here, the smell was revolting. All these people dead. They were all Originals by the scent that lingered in the air. Was this the revolution? "Rubio." He covered my mouth and pulled me to the side near a mill as another body landed on the ground. OK, I want to wake up now.
"I want to go home." I began walking away until he stopped me. "It's best you don't, you're body is still in a lot of pain from the venom. Return now and you will be worse then before." How would he know that? "Besides, you may want to see this your majesty." Again with the majesty thing.
"Die." Someone shouted, followed by a the mill blowing up making me scream. From behind the fire stepped a man in a black coat and black hair pulled in a ponytail. "I did it, I finally won." He shouted to the sky, laughing. "I am still King."
"I wouldn't be so sure," A voice shouted at him. We all looked towads the fire as someone came walking out. It was me, I was walking out the fire.
It was me, wearing a red dress with a black corset and tons of tears and burn marks on it. My, I mean her, face was covered in black spots from the fire and in her hand was the head of an Orginial. Blood was all over her. The man glared at her. "Just give up already Isabelle, you can't defeat me."
"It was a mistake to turn you. I should have killed you when I had the chance Dracula." Isabelle screamed. This was Dracula?
He smirked, "yes, you should have." He ran at Isabelle and right when he was close enough, she stretched her arm out and collided with his chest. She pulled back, taking her hand out of his chest as she held his black heart. Dracula stared at her with fear as she smirked. "Never underestimate your creator," with one squeeze the heart bursted and Dracula fell dead.
Isabelle looked as Originals began walking up to the scene; some terrified, others with joy. "From this day, I am your true creator, the true ruler. I am your Queen." People began cheering as other sighed with defeat.
"It may have been Isabelle they shouted out that day, but I remember hearing a few say Isabella. That is why Isabelle had Heather call you that. You and Isabelle are one in the same."
"The shadow of the Queen," I said remembering Jasper's words.
He chuckled. "Yes, the shadow of the Queen." He then sighed. "Isabella, I must warn you that the time to be a queen will come soon."
"What do you mean?"
"Our kind is falling; the vampires outnumber us. We are on the verge of extinction and we need a leader. Just as the vampires have The Volturi, Originals need you, their queen."
Could I do that? Be the leader? "Rubio, will you help me?" Something about him made me feel safe.
He smiled sadly and shook his head, leading me to a spot in the field and looked down. I looked doown as well and was shocked. He was laying on the ground; eyes closed, throat cut opened.
"I looked after Isabelle after Dracula changed me. She didn't want me to fight but I was not going to let her go alone. I died protecting her; you can say I died with honor. After the war Isabelle cremated and threw my ashes into the ocean and just like she promised, she didn't cry." Oh Rubio. Was it worth it?
Before I could ask my legs turned numb and it gre hard to breath. "What is happening?"
He held my arms so I wouldn't fall as he gently laid me on an open area. "You knw everything you needed to know about your past and future. It's time for you to return to your body." Return to my body? Return to Edward. He kissed my forehead; he felt like he was my grandfather or even father. "Farewell my dear Isabella. May you be forever happy and be the best you can be. Farewell my Queen."
He disappeared, everything disappeared as it all turned black.
Goodbye Rubio...