This is that lest official chapter of my first fanfic! I'm so sad to see it end! But I can't wait to start my next one! It will be sort of fluffy I guess because this one was dark. And there will be a lot more Edward in that one. Well I hope you liked this fanfic and please don't hate me too much for ending it like this, just remember there's still the epilouge because you fans and Edward and Belladon't deserve to be left off on a cliffhanger! I'm so nice! So now I will leave you to read the last chapter of Dusk, my very first fanfic. Enjoy and please review!

DISCLAIMER: These stupid things just get in the way. But whatever - Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all of its characters - not me!

Chapter Twelve

(The War: Part Two)

With those words from Victoria, the werewolves attacked. They all flew towards us at once, with speed, precision, and immense agility. They seemed to have practiced their moves.

A black jeep just then sped up the driveway, causing the werewolves to stop. Billy Black, Jacob Black, and several other Tribal Elders, all with torches, got out of the jeep.

"He's ready, and he wanted to fight," said Billy with a smile.

"I told you that he is not ready! He is too young and out of control! When he transforms he will have no clue where his allegiance lies!" shouted Victoria.

"I am ready, and I will fight," said Jacob in a deep, raspy voice.

He then started transforming. His nose and mouth grew out of his face and started to morph into one long snout. His eyes shrunk into slits and turned red. His hair started becoming bristly and out of control. The small amount of facial hair he had grew out and started covering his once handsome facial features.

His back hunched as his feet stretched out. Where his toes once were became paws, the rest of his feet became part of the leg, stretching out farther and making him taller. He had only dark shorts on before, so I could clearly see the hair that covered him and his ripped muscles all over his chest, arms, and legs.

He looked fierce, strong, and utterly horrid. Even the other werewolves were cowering back.

"I told you not to give him steroids," said Victoria, but I didn't miss her evil grin as she said this.

"Bella," Edward said fiercely. "Run!"

He yelled that at me before taking off at a faster speed then I had ever seen before and attacking the nearest werewolf. The rest of the Cullens followed suit.

I ran into the frame of their new house. With the wood beams everywhere it would be harder for the werewolves to get me. I saw Victoria start to go after me but Billy held her back.

"Let us go after her. You help with the vampires first," he said, indicating the Elders.

"Billy!" I gasped.

"Sorry, Bella. You made your choice a long time ago and there is no turning back now," he said.

"Oh, I wasn't trying to stop you. I was just wandering how you plan on getting me in a wheel chair," I said. I knew it was wrong to make fun of a crippled person, but Billy was my enemy, and I could care less if someone knocked his wheel chair over.

"Come and get me, then. Or are you just going to stare at me," I said innocently.

The Elders with legs started coming after me, holding their torches out for light. I started climbing up the beams. One of the Elders was in good condition and took a leap after me. He grabbed my leg and started pulling me down. I kicked him in the face.

He fell to the ground; we were around twenty feet up, and landed on his back. I heard a sickening crunch before I started continuing to climb. I started to think I was untouchable until the Elder started throwing rocks at me.

"You'll never win!" I screamed as an elder threw a rock, which hit my head. I took a hand full of sawdust and threw it at them. Two of them started clutching their eyes in pain. I took the opportunity to climb higher. They started running towards a latter in the corner. Crap, I said internally.

I got to the second floor and continued climbing up the beams. When I got to the third floor I realized I was trapped. I climbed back down to the second floor. A beam snapped under my feet and I fell to the cement flooring of the second floor, clutching my leg. My leg was too hurt for me to start scaling beams.

I ran to where I thought the latter was. The Elders had removed it and thrown it to the floor. There was no way I could jump. The Elders saw me on the second floor and hurriedly climbed down from the third. I was on the ground next to a long plank when they all reached me. They put their torches carefully down and circled me.

"So sorry, Isabella. But you must be punished," said one Elder with a creepy smile. I grabbed the plank and lifted it up around a foot of the ground. Surprisingly it didn't weigh much.

"I think you're the ones who need to be taught a lesson, actually," I said. But before I could hit anyone with the beam it was lifted out of my hands. Not by any of the Elders but by-

"Laurent!" I cried, shocked and grateful. His eyes were dark and he nodded at me.

"Hello, boys," he said eerily. The Elders scoffed at the words 'boys'.

"I always hated old men who tried to hurt children," he said. With that he threw up the board and he hit it with his fist. It, with ferocious speed, spun in a circle. It bashed into the Elder's legs, all of them, with a series of sickening crunches.

They all fell to the floor clutching their now broken legs. I grabbed a torch.

I looked around at all of them evilly. I took a torch and set the wood beam next to me on fire. They all gasped in shock as they realized that they wouldn't be able to escape the fire. The beam broke away to the first floor. I looked around, shocked. The broken beam had set the boards below on fire in less then five seconds.

I realized, with sudden anger, that at some point the Elders had doused the wood in gasoline. They were planning to burn the Cullens in their own house! The fire reached the second floor, which was also gasoline covered.

"Burn in hell!" I screamed at all of them. Laurent grabbed me and jumped up to the third floor.

"This floor isn't full of gasoline so it shouldn't catch on fire for about 20 minutes. Wait here, I'm going to check on your family, then I'll take you away," he said.

I suddenly gasped in shock. A werewolf, Jacob to be more exact, had appeared behind Laurent.

"Watch out!" I screamed, but it was too late. Jacob had grabbed Laurent and thrown him from the top of the house.

"Jacob!" I screamed.

He lowered himself to me, preparing to break my neck.

"If I can't have you, no one can," he said in a tortured voice. I realized then he was killing Edward and I because he loved me. He would most likely kill himself afterwards.

"I'm sorry Jacob. I love you. I really do," I said, before stabbing him in the heart with the silver car emblem.

His eyes widened in shock as he realized what I had done. He slowly started sinking to the ground, withering and moaning in pain. I rubbed the hair away from his eyes.

"But my heart belongs to someone else," I whispered. I kissed him on what had once been his cheek, before he slowly sank into an eternal sleep. He looked at peace before he died.

I noticed, with a stab of fear that the floor was now on fire.

"Help!" I screamed. Everyone was too busy fighting to hear me, but there was no way I would burn here. Not before I told Edward I loved him.

I closed my eyes, stretched out my arms, and said a silent prayer. I silently jumped off of the building.

I fell for a while, preparing myself for an impact which never came. I was suddenly wrapped in a steel grip.

I opened my eyes, expecting to see a Cullen, but what I saw made my insides freeze. I was wrapped in Victoria's arms, and she was staring at me with an evil grin.

"James would be proud," she said with a maniac glint in her eye. She lowered her mouth to my neck and I prayed for a quick end.

Suddenly I dropped to the ground as she was yanked away from me. Laurent had her in a steel headlock.

There was nothing I could do to help him. I frantically looked for Edward or his family to call for help, but I didn't see them. Suddenly Billy grabbed my arms and twisted them behind my back, pulling me to him.

"Now you will watch first hand what evil creatures they are," he whispered in my ear, turning me to face Victoria and Laurent's ferocious fight.

"It wasn't the Cullens!" I screamed, trying to break from his tight grip. I squirmed and turned around to face him.

"She killed the Elders! She went on your land! It wasn't them!" I screamed, frantically trying to break from his grip. My mind drifted to wander about the Cullens. Where could they be?

"It doesn't matter," he whispered, his voice sounding tortured and slightly crazy. "They killed my boy."

"No," I said fiercely. "That was you and I. Just you and I."

I finally managed to face him. I kicked him in his tortured and shocked face. He let go of me and clutched his face. I kicked over his wheelchair, causing him to fall down.

I bent down to him and whispered in his ear.

"The only difference is that I did the dirty work," I said, before running to go help Laurent.

I grabbed Victoria's head and yanked it back as hard as I could. She broke away from him and stumbled to the ground. I nodded my head now to the blazing flames that were the house frame. He understood.

We both ran near the flames and pretended to hide.

"You think you can hide from me?" Victoria shouted, sauntering towards the house frame.

"We don't need to," Laurent said before jumping out and kicking Victoria into the flames. I took a small slab of concrete and threw it at the foundation breams. They were weak from the fire, so my throw knocked them down a bit.

"One more," said Laurent fiercely.

I picked up another one, focusing all my strength, anger, sorrow, and exertion into the one throw. I hit the weak-supporting beam. Laurent grabbed me by the waist and ran far away from the house.

The Cullens were just coming out of the forest, looking beat up and tired, when they saw what was about to happen. They threw the corpses of the werewolves into the flames before running towards us.

The house of the frame suddenly came crashing down, concrete, beams, flames and all. When the three slabs of concrete hit each other with the flames and beams between them, a mini explosion took place.

Debris went flying everywhere. Suddenly I was worried about the forest catching fire, but nature took care of that problem. Suddenly it started to rain, not an uncommon thing in Forks but still perfect timing, and the small-scattered fires were put out.

I never loved Forks more.

We all stood up and looked around, pleased with ourselves. I went over to hug Edward and tell him I loved him, but he shrugged me off. He started walking towards the forest.

I stared at his retreating back, confusion and pain settling over me. Laurent's arm draped around my shoulder and pulled me to him. I grabbed him and hugged him and started to cry.

Esme and Carlisle went to the remains of the house to make sure everything was okay and that Victoria hadn't miraculously survived. Emmett and Rosalie were hugging each other tightly, so were Alice and Jasper.

"What did I do?" I sobbed into Laurent's shoulder. "I thought he would forgive me."

"He just needs time to think," Laurent soothed me.

Once I had calmed down I remembered something. I went over into my car and got out my bag. I pulled out the cross Carlisle's father had made, which I hadn't given back yet.

I walked over to where Carlisle and Esme were standing, staring sorrowfully at what had used to be the frame of their second house. I lightly tapped on Carlisle's shoulder.

"Yes, Bella? Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I got this before your last house um was destroyed, and I thought you'd want it back," I mumbled, sorry for snapping him out of his thoughts.

His eyes grew wide in shock, and I was sure if he could've cried he would've when he saw the cross. I gave it to him and he started mouthing words out, seeming to be at a loss for words.

"Bella…" he whispered. "You have no idea how worried and sad I was about this. I was devastated when I thought I had lost this, the only thing left I had owned of my father's. Thank you so very much," he said softly, pulling me into a hug.

"You're welcome," I mumbled again, embarrassed.

"And don't worry about Edward. He loves you. I think just the battle took a toll on him. He'll come around," Carlisle said.

I so badly wanted to believe him, but I couldn't help but think maybe I had pushed Edward too far. Maybe he was tired of saving me. All I knew was that I had to be brave. I had to be strong.

Other things were out there, other troubles, other monsters. And some won't rest until I'm dead. But whatever they were, I had to be strong. I wouldn't give up. I didn't come this far in my life to just throw it away.

When they come, I would be ready.

Awww so there's the last official chapter of Dusk. Poor Bella. Well I hoped you enjoyed reading just as much as I enjoyed writing. Love you guys! The epilouge is still to come! Once again, I hope you enjoyed my story. Please review and let me know what you thought. Reviews rock and make the story worth being written!