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Supernatural

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Carlisle, whose limbs were stiff for the first time in three hundred years, stood up from his chair. Naturally, the others followed suit.

Rosalie walked along the wall, her fingers brushing the soft carpet as she went. She stopped and turned to Carlisle when he cleared his throat. Everyone was standing in the area between the first row and the screen, looking at Carlisle.

"Are we all in agreement to go back to Forks?" he asked, but was staring straight at Edward. He already knew his family would say yes. It was Edward he was worried about.

While everyone else murmured their agreement - except Emmett as he hollered, "Hell yeah!" - Edward sighed, shoulders slumping, gaze flying to the floor. A battle was raging internally. His instincts and heart were screaming for him to go back, but his mind was telling him that he couldn't. The futures weren't real. Sure, he was absolutely terrified about the wolf that had lunged for Bella, but he knew they wouldn't get there in time. He also hated acknowledging this, even if it was in his own head, but he saw how the Black kid was looking at her and was confident he would save her from the mutt.

In the end, his heart won and he sighed, looking up from the ground and meeting his father's eyes. He nodded imperceptibly before turning and heading back to his seat. Immediately, he slid down, as if his legs were jelly and unable to hold him up.

Carlisle's eyes sparkled as he clasped his hands in front of him. "Very well." He looked around the room, searching for a camera or something of the like to talk to Calista. When he found none, he settled for simply speaking to the ceiling. "We've decided. We'd like to go back and make amends."

Silence.

Then…

"Fantastic!" Her voice came out as a squeal and the Cullens covered their ears. "Sorry," she apologized, her voice quieter, almost a whisper. "As I said earlier, I have to search now and see if anything will go wrong. Sit tight."

There was a slight whistle as her voice faded, and Carlisle wondered curiously how she was talking to them so clearly and easily without an intercom.

When Calista spoke again, her voice was dripping with disappointment. "Not all of you are firm in your decision. I won't have you leaving her again. This is what will happen if you do." The screen flickered on and the Cullens took it as their cue to sit down again.

Bella sat at the end of a bar, downing a single shot of tequila, the glass cracking as she slammed it on the countertop. The bartender, a man whose muscles were bigger than his head, flinched and hurried to the other side of the bar, ignoring the people between each end. As of that particular moment, Neptune wouldn't be far enough away from her.

Jasper's brows furrowed as he took in the sight of Bella; pitch-black, waist-length hair, white tank top with a black leather jacket, and a long scar on her left collarbone. It was so far from the Bella he knew and could see that she had toughened up. It wasn't the good kind, though. He knew that for sure. There was a dark look in her eye that could have only been put there after a tragic, life-altering event.

She fisted her hand, turning slightly in the chair and surveying the people in the bar. She chuckled to herself as she saw Dan, the bartender who worked most nights, all but pressing his body against the other end as he cowered away. Good, she thought. Let him be afraid.

She picked up the small glass, twirling it in her fingers before she put it on the counter upside down. This was her signal. The big, bad psycho is leaving the building, she thought, her voice a playful, teasing song.

Bella hopped off the barstool and headed for the exit.

Alice's eyes zeroed in on the very high heels Bella was wearing. Her eyes just about popped out of her head. "That is-" she started, only to find herself at a loss for words. "That's gotta be at least three inches!" It may not be a lot for her, but for Bella, it was. Who convinced her to wear shoes like that?

Meanwhile, Edward worried she would trip and crack her head open, or one of her many other vulnerable, fragile, areas. Like her arm, or her leg, or her neck.

She whistled a tune that had been stuck in her head for the past week as she walked outside. The cold, nighttime air hit her like a bucket of ice water. Despite the momentary unpleasantness, she smiled and tilted her head back ever so slightly, exposing more skin to the cool temperature. Bella could see her breath disappearing into the night as she exhaled. She closed her eyes, playing the tune in her head, breaking it down to try to figure out the lyrics.

Her hand tapped against her thigh and she nodded her head to the beat. I hear ba ba-ba-ba ba ba-a noman..roman ba-ba-ba bam ba ba-a. Be my ba ba ba ba-a ba ba-a missionaries on a foreign field. Yes! Glad she figured out the annoying, repetitive song, she smiled and opened her eyes. She'd likely go home and listen through the song just to get it out of her head. Viva La Vida was only released a few months ago and Bella had heard it almost everywhere she went.

Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she took on a relaxed position as she walked through the scarcely populated streets, heading home. Home, she repeated wistfully. What a word. Her thoughts took a much darker turn as she pictured a woman with wild, curly red hair. Her nostrils flared and her fists clenched in her pockets. She'll pay, Bella assured herself.

She then went on to fantasize several different ways she could kill the bitch. Flamethrower, wood chipper, chainsaw...she wasn't sure if any of them would work, but she would sure love to try.

Bella whistled again, the notes eventually becoming words. This time, she was able to go further since she knew what she was singing. As she disappeared around a corner, the song came to a close, her voice fading in the wind.

"Never an honest word. That was when I ruled the world."

"Bella is certainly...different," Rosalie said with pursed lips. Bella didn't seem to be all there. She had gone from scaring a huge bodybuilder to childlike annoyance when she couldn't grasp her song. If they left again, Bella would essentially...lose her mind. If Rose were to be honest with herself, she had been surprised that Bella hadn't already gone crazy. Well, I'm not leaving. So she won't go crazy, she thought. Not if I'm there to bring her back to reality, she added with a smile.

"That she is," Jasper murmured.

A remote corner of the world…

"Are you sure, Jennifer?" asked a frantic, male voice.

"Positive. She's on her way," the girl, Jennifer, replied. She stood for a moment and watched while the man gathered important documents and stacks of money.

"If she's only on her way, then we still have time," he said more to himself than to her.

Jennifer sighed. "She'll find us anywhere we go. No one has and I doubt they will ever escape the Matador de Demônios. Us included."

The man straightened, stopping his - what the Americans call - 'quick getaway'. He turned his head to look at Jennifer, who stood with wide eyes. "I will never hide from a woman. I doubt her power is even real."

"It's very real," countered an amused voice behind him. Slowly, he turned and faced the aniquilador de vampiros. "Would you like to see?" she asked with a predatory smirk.

His body betraying him, he shook his head. Bella only shrugged and brought her hands out. "Oh. Well, you'll be seeing anyway." Before she could blink, he bolted out the door. She turned to Jennifer, cocking an eyebrow. "Well?" she asked. "Are you going to run?"

Despite the vampire's earlier words of how no one had ever escaped Bella, she turned and bolted through the open front door.

Bella chuckled and calmly followed Jennifer, who had run away using vampire speed. She marched out of the still-open front door and into the yard with the same unimaginable speed. She caught up to Jennifer before a single toe had left the property line.

"I've already killed a dragon and his little fairy friend today. I'm not in the mood for games," she said, advancing on the vampire who miraculously hadn't moved.

"Dragons? Fairies? What else exists?" Alice asked somewhat exasperatedly.

"If they do exist, they've hidden their existence well," Carlisle noted, hands steepled under his chin.

"I'm more concerned with the fact that she killed someone!" Edward exclaimed. Internally, he added, And they're not human.

"Please! I've done nothing wrong," Jennifer pleaded for her life.

Bella stopped just in front of the vampire and tilted her head. "Your eyes tell a different story. Besides, you're a vampire. That's enough on its own." She raised her hand, a ball of white and gray streaks swirling wildly in her palm. She shot her hand out, the ball thrusting out of her hand and soaring straight through the air towards its target. With one single movement, Jennifer was nothing but a pile of ashes. Bella looked at the purple smoke and frowned. "Never again."

The Cullens stared at the screen, open-mouthed, jaws on the ground.

Finally- "What was that?" Of course, this eloquent statement came from one Emmett Cullen.

In the stunned silence, they shared frantic glances with one another. Like Rosalie had said earlier, Bella didn't seem completely sane. An unhinged person with unprecedented powers? A deadly combination. They feared for the other versions of themselves and all supernatural creatures in the other world.

Bella looked up and into the trees, the wind bending their tips so low they nearly reached the ground. She shrugged and sniffed the air. Her eyes narrowed on a certain portion of the forest and she bolted, kicking up dust and ashes in her wake.

She ignored the way the sky darkened and the light drizzle of rain as she ran. Her focus was on catching the slippery snake of a vampire. As she increased her speed, the scent got stronger. She smirked, knowing she was on his tail.

After running a bend, she saw his fleeing form. Even from hundreds of feet away she could see the black bags hanging off his arms. Flying out of one of the two on his left were hundred-dollar bills. At this speed, if they were to hit her they would cut her skin. She dodged the ones that would've hit her straight in the face, never once slowing down. If anything, she sped up.

The gifted human was more than determined to catch the vampire. They were not her favorite thing to hunt but they were by far her favorite to kill. She considered it poetic justice. Vampires had taken so much from her, so many lives. It was the least she could do to take their lives in return. But she went so much further. Instead of hunting only vampires, she expanded her skills against the entire supernatural world. And she loved it.

Humans were powerless against the supernatural. Most in the magical world had unbelievable powers or gifts. Ridding the world of their oppressors - her oppressors - it felt like righting a wrong that was old as time itself.

Though she would love to see her burn, Bella owed thanks, at least partially, to Victoria. If she hadn't gone after Charlie with her witch friend, Bella never would've been on the path of vengeance. A part of her, the part that still held some semblance of remorse and sanity called it for what it was. Revenge.

But, as she always did when that part of her rose, she ignored it and shoved it away.

She continued running, gaining on the vampire. She practically glided over the ground at the impossible speed at which she ran. The man ahead of her chanced a glance over his shoulder and very faintly, she heard a gasp. His head whipped back around just in time for him to avoid colliding with a boulder. He was forced to stop and he stared at the marvel that was the cliff face.

Bella knew what he was going to do before he did. Frantic eyes scanned the environment, searching for a slope of some kind. Only a split-second later she found it and she grinned, changing directions without slowing down a bit.

The only tricky part for her was dodging the trees that were closer together, leaving only narrow gaps between them. Like the money would have, the leaves scratched at her face but she ignored it, focusing only on the slope that was just ahead.

She broke through the trees, sure she was uprooting some as she went, and ran up the slope. It wasn't steep, with just enough of a rise to serve as a launchpad. She ran up it and jumped at the last second, flying over the trees and rising still. Bella started falling and she knew she'd just barely make it. 'Just barely,' wasn't good enough. She touched her side with electrified fingers, the same energy she used to kill Jennifer. The electricity made her eyes glow silver, her iris blending in with the white. Since she renewed her own energy by giving it back to herself, it charged her body, her speed as she sailed through the air increasing.

The ground atop the cliff approached rapidly and just before she became a bloody mess on the grass, she tucked her body into a ball and rolled. Snow absorbed most of the impact and she was immediately back on her feet.

She had rolled into the dead trees, so she turned and walked to the edge, smirking when the vampire made it to the top and sighed in relief only to freeze at the sight of her.

He stuttered through his attempts to win her mercy and Bella couldn't help but roll her eyes. All the same, she huffed. "'I didn't do anything!', 'Please!', 'Don't kill me!'" she mocked, cutting him off. "Are any of you original?"

The man scowled. She laughed, raising her hand, calling her sparks to her. Silver and white danced in her hand and she stared at it for a moment before returning her gaze to the vampire. "It's amazing, isn't it?"

"It's wrong. Something a lowly human shouldn't have," he responded, voice full of an arrogance that most men seemed to have.

To his surprise, she cackled. "That!" she exclaimed, pointing directly at him with her non-sparking hand. "That is exactly why I'm doing this! You all think you're better than us. You think yourselves better just because you died and had the luck to not do it properly!"

"I didn't die. I asked for this and it was the best decision I made in my life." He crossed his arms indignantly.

"You know, I almost made that mistake," Bella said, sounding oddly vulnerable. "I was once told that being a vampire means having no soul. At the time I didn't believe it. I couldn't believe it, for how could someone as kind as he, be without a soul? But after seeing what they- what your kind do, he couldn't have been anything other than right. You are monsters. Made for destruction. For death."

Though the words were spoken to the vampire on-screen, it was like a slap in the face to Edward and the rest, all of them who had tried their hardest to not be what their instincts made them.

"If we leave her she'll become some kind of superhuman dead-set on hunting supernatural creatures- especially vampires, with no remorse for any of it?" Emmett asked, staring hard into the screen.

"In a nutshell," Jasper said, leaning back into his chair.

Rosalie let go of Emmett's arm, afraid that she could break it, even though his were triple the size of hers. "That about sums it up."

"But why would she-" Edward started, only to be cut off by an Alice nearing the end of her patience.

"We don't need visions to know what we've already done to Bella. And it wasn't just us, either. The supernatural world has done her no favors."

"Nothing we do or say can take back what we did," Esme continued for Alice. "In our out of her life, Bella will always blame us, even if she won't say it outright."

What's that saying? Edward wondered. Trust is like a broken mirror, once broken it can be fixed but the cracks will always show.

I wish I'd never left.

Seeming to realize who she was talking to, Bella's eyes hardened and her jaw tightened. "But none of that now. You're a vampire, and from the red eyes, I can tell you feed on humans. Tell me, what do you do after you kill them?"

He smirked. "Shallow grave. In the woods. Under concrete. Sometimes dumpsters."

A disgusted snarl made its way to Bella's mouth. Her eyes and nostrils flared in anger and the energy in her hand grew brighter. The vampire gulped. "Your spot in hell is scalding hot and waiting. Dear Jenny will meet you there." She lowered her hand slightly, narrowing her eyes when he flinched. "Who was she to you?"

"My daughter."

Bella laughed again. "Oh, that's just perfect. Not only do you doom yourself, but you also doom your own blood? That's rich!" All of her humor vanished and she stared coldly at him. "Now you both pay the price."

She watched as her ball of electricity hit him square in the chest, vaporizing him where he stood. Flecks of ash floated to the ground as if it were snow.

The sound of clapping caused her to jump and she spun around to face-

"Charlotte," Jasper breathed. He knew it was a possibility to see vampires other than he and his family, but he wasn't expecting her.

"Charlotte," Bella said, her voice colored with shock.

"Bella," Charlotte replied, half-snarling, half-growling. "Quite a show you put on there. I don't remember asking for an encore performance. Destroying my life wasn't enough, you have to destroy theirs too?"

"This isn't about you Charlotte," she said blithely. "It's about ridding the world of an unnecessary evil. Old Petey was just unfortunate enough to get in my way."

"And who said your life is worth more than his?"

"It's not. When my time comes, and I know it will, I'll go happily. But that won't be until my job is done. My mission won't be complete until I rid the world of all things unnatural."

"If unnatural is your goal then you might as well kill a fourth of the human population. Each person has a different view of the world and different ways they see 'natural'. So go ahead," she waved her arm toward a town that was just a speck in the distance. "Have at it!" When Bella didn't move, Charlotte dropped her hand. "Oh wait. You meant anyone that humans think doesn't exist. What about those of us who were forced into this world? Those of us who had no choice but to keep living this half-life? Those of-" she stopped, her voice catching. When she spoke again, her voice was shaking. "Those of us who have to live knowing their soulmate is dead. At the hands of you no less."

Bella's lack of response only seemed to anger her more. "Say something!"

Jasper closed his eyes and tightened his grip on Alice's hand. Two people he loved were about to go into a fight- likely to the death. He knew only one of them was going to come out alive. He couldn't bear to watch.

Alice squeezed back with all that she had.

"What do you want me to say? 'I'm sorry'? I won't say it because I'm not. One less human drinker in the world."

"Yes. He was." She sniffled and tossed her braid over her shoulder. "And so am I." Charlotte lunged forward, but Bella moved at the last second, ducking around her. They switched sides, standing where the other was just a moment before. The two circled each other, each looking for the perfect moment to strike.

Charlotte pretended to lunge to see how Bella would react, frowning when the younger girl didn't so much as flinch. She was used to humans being afraid of her, but this one wasn't. She stopped moving, which was a mistake, as Bella raised an electrified hand.

"I make it a rule to not kill more than five a day. I've already met my quota today, but no one will mind if I break it. After all, it was my own." She shot her hand forward, and a tree burst into flames behind Charlotte. The blonde was caught off guard, staring open-mouthed at the trees. She couldn't stare for long as Bella shot off two more balls of electricity. So that's how she killed Peter, she said to herself as she dodged both. I never thought it would be this.

"I imagine it's a bit of a shock to see a human wielding such a strange ability. Don't worry," Bella said, her eyes darkening. "I'll show you how it works." Using both hands, Bella created the largest ball of energy yet, and it only grew bigger by the second. "Goodbye Charlotte," she smirked before pushing her hands forward.

"Are you sure she's here?" asked a male voice.

"I'm sure. The vampire," another said and shuddered, "we paid off said he traced her scent here."

The trio of immortal teenagers climbed the stairs, three floors, and walked down a hall, stopping in front of a gray door labeled, '3F'. The man in front put his hand on the knob, sniffing the air before abruptly jerking his hand to the side. The movement broke the lock and ultimately crushed the knob altogether. He pushed the door open and the three entered the apartment.

The front man walked around, pushing doors open as he went; a closet, a pantry, a bathroom, and, finally, a bedroom. He motioned for the other two as he went in.

The youngest, a boy with windswept hair, picked up a white shirt - if it could even be called that - and brought it to his nose. One light sniff told him they were in the right place. He looked to the others, who were looking at him expectantly, and nodded. "This is definitely where she lives," he said.

"Yeah, but where is she?" asked the last, a boy who would rather be anywhere else. He glanced around the apartment warily, expecting anything or anyone to jump out and skin him for his fur. Well jokes on them because it'd just turn to human skin after he died.

"What are the wolves," Rosalie said with distaste, "doing there?"

"Who knows?"

"We'll find out," Carlisle assured.

The first man, the oldest, stopped his search through a drawer to address them both. "Not here. Hasn't been for quite some time. She's either on a...mission or she's jumped ship."

"Sam," the youngest said. "Why would she leave?"

"Why would she stay?" snarked the bored boy.

"Paul!"

"Jake," Sam, the oldest, the alpha, barked. "Calm yourself. Stop smirking, Paul, that goes for you too."

The smirk on Paul's face vanished and he wandered out of the room. He refused to admit it but Sam was right. He didn't want to phase inside a building. A building with several defenseless humans at that. That thought calmed him.

Eventually, he made his way back into the room where his brothers were. Jacob glared at him but he ignored it. The boy's glare and sour looks were near-constant. He was good at ignoring it but today he was fed up. He stopped and spun to face the younger boy, who jumped. "Would you stop that! It is not my fault your sister is pregnant. If anything you should be glaring at Quil."

"That's not why I'm glaring at you," he replied, crossing his arms. "You drove Bella away."

Paul rolled his eyes. He had the least to do with Bella leaving. "Look in the mirror, Black. It'll show you who's really responsible for pushing her away." He turned, about to leave the room again, when they heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

The three froze and exchanged glances.

Bella approached her apartment but slowed to a stop when she saw her door was cracked open. Her crushed doorknob laid forgotten on the ground. She brought her hand out of her pocket, feeling the energy beneath her skin, ready to bend to her will if needed.

The door creaked as she gently pushed it open. She moved slowly, not making a sound. Her eyes scanned her apartment. Nothing seemed out of place.

Wait…

Her eyes flew to her open bedroom door. Now that she was in her apartment fully, she closed the door behind her and called the electricity to her.

She was certain no one was going to walk in - everyone was terrified of her - so she charged into her bedroom with no idea what she would find.

What she didn't expect was the three sheepish smiles belonging to members of the Quileute tribe. She did a double-take, taking a step backward, waiting for reality to hit her. When it did, she pushed forward, grabbing a throat and slamming the body against the wall. "What exactly do you think you're doing here?" she growled into the ear of Jacob Black.

The boy stuttered and his face went purple. She didn't let up.

"Let him go," Rose whispered.

"Bella," Sam said, but it was as if she didn't hear him.

If he hadn't stopped his patrols, Victoria never would've slipped through, she growled in her thoughts.

"Come on, Bells," Emmett said.

"Don't do it. Let him go," Edward whispered to himself.

"Bella," he said again, touching her shoulder.

She blinked back into the present. Her grip on the wolf loosened and he fell to the floor, coughing, a hand to his neck. She didn't apologize but she did feel a twinge of remorse as she looked into the face of her once-friend.

Bella looked away from him and locked eyes with Sam. "Why are you here?"

"We need your help," he admitted, though he looked as if it were physically painful to acknowledge it. "A war is being fought. A war that is encroaching on our territory and endangering everyone on the reservation and the people in Forks."

"And you need me, why?"

"Vampires," Jake croaked, still rubbing his neck, standing back up. "It's vampires, Bella." The way he said it, the way he searched her eyes, almost as if he were apologizing, Bella knew. She knew who they were, one side at least.

"No," she said, shaking her head, both her answer and in denial.

"All you have to do is get them away. Lead them somewhere else. Preferably away from humans."

She turned to Sam, who had spoken, and frowned. She looked into his eyes, then Jake's, and sighed. "Fine." It was all they could do to not cheer. "I'm doing this for the humans, not for them. Once I do this, you won't contact me again?"

"I doubt we'll be able to find you again," Jake grinned his lopsided grin.

In the corner of the room, Paul snorted, alerting Bella to his presence for the first time. She looked at him, her eyes roving up and down. When they went up the second time, her eyes met his and everything between the both of them froze, neither of them hearing Jake's, "Did you just- Fucking hell!"

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15 - Written: 8/31/21 - 10/3/21

Posted - 10/3/21