This is the end! I hope you enjoyed the story, and thanks for reading!
As the soft stone dust floated to the floor of the subterranean room, Geneva contemplated the nature of the werewolf. The ravenous werewolf who should have torn her throat out and devoured her insides, instead it seamed to be sitting there on its hindquarters with its massive front paws and legs propping up its equally massive torso and head.
With tired eyes and a tired spirit, Geneva raised her sleeve to…"Is it getting hot in here?"
"And why would that be strange?" Bella asked calmly, setting aside the fact that stone dust was falling from multiple fatal cuts all over her body. Bella wasn't bleeding blood, but stone.
"Bella, what's wrong with your wounds?" Geneva asked, "I mean I'm no doctor, but this is common knowledge. Humans have blood pumping through their veins, you. Are. Bleeding. Stone."
"Wait what?" Bella looked down and a look of horrified shock came across her pale face. With a trembling hand Bella wiped at a cut on her face, pulling her hand away she saw nothing. Looking up Bella saw a look of wonder on Geneva's face, and a role of gauze bandages in her hand; several large ones were also behind her.
"Time to get you fixed up, not that there was anything ethical or even remotely possible that I should do to you."
"Wait what?" Bella said repeating her self twice within 30 seconds, it was strange and slightly impossible because Bella had never before in her life repeated her self, "What are you talking about?"
"Let's just say that I have some cursed secrets, some even worse than your father's, and that's saying something." Geneva replied, still not explaining her strange words to the obviously confused Bella, "Now take off your clothes."
"Okay." Bella said gingerly taking off her T-shirt, for fear of tearing it any more than it already was.
"Take 'em off! FASTER!" Geneva screamed at Bella obviously pushing her to go faster, her motives were unclear, but what she wanted was not.
As Bella's shirt came off her bra disintegrated into stone dust, and was then absorbed back into her body. The rest of Bella's clothes, mainly her panties did the same thing. Standing there naked, still bleeding stone, Bella watched Geneva.
The time lord in question completely dowsed the smaller cuts in vampire spittle, this made the wounds close long enough for her to wrap bandages around them. When Geneva was done Bella was completely wrapped in bandages; 9 of the cuts were still bleeding stone but the material was just getting absorbed right into the bandages.
These cuts were all along Bella's left arm up her shoulder and one was on the left side of her head, bleeding stone onto her shoulder.
There was a thundering sound and the werewolf stopped its silent vigil of the leviathan beyond the door, it turned back to a human. This figure hurriedly dressed itself in a combat suit, one that would disguise the wearer's gender. Geneva was too distracted by the thundering to catch a glimpse of the gender of the first werewolf.
Bella didn't see which gender it was, because she couldn't see with her natural eyes. The bandage that surrounded all but 9 parts of her body blocked almost all limiting human attributes, all except the pain and deterioration due to wounds. 'If you stay out of combat completely cut off from the world, you will live forever. But outside of your regeneration you will fight.' Bella's voice inside her head informed her.
With a sudden sadness Bella locked all of her emotions and pain in a temporary container, she basically did what you should never do. Bottle up all of your most dangerous emotions, with the intent to suppress them indefinitely.
Once Bella had suppressed her emotions, she raised her right arm. Dust immediately began to flow outwards from the 1st cut; the substance began forming into a buzzing blue ball of eldritch energy suspended below the down turned palm of Bella Swan.
The eldritch ball grew in size extending downwards, so the top of it was always the same distance away from Bella's palm. But as soon as Bella flipped her hand up it began to shrink in size, a second smaller eldritch ball began forming above the other, and Bella clenched her fingers into a claw around the smaller eldritch ball.
This new ball was eldritch orange; it was twice as ghostly as the first blue one. The 2nd cut opened and black dust poured into both balls. Once the 2nd cut became familiar with the two eldritch balls, it created two pathways of black dust.
One was coming from the blue one, and one was going into the orange one. In an instant the 2nd and 1st cut closed completely and an explosive eldritch ball hovered two inches above Bella's right hand. With her palm upturned and her fingers flat, Bella went through the motions of winding up a baseball.
Like an ancient mechanized piston driven by the steam of hell, Bella's arm snapped forward and the explosive eldritch detonated upwards the ENTIRE length of sanatorium angel.
"What are you doing in my office?!" The president of the United States shouted, as a figure wrapped in cloth appeared in the oval office, while two strange figures appeared at the base of the Washington monument.
For those of you wondering, yes I am planning a sequel. No I don't know when I'll begin work on it.
