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~ Bella's Point of View ~
~ By ncbexie25 ~

Bella threw her head back and roared as she saw and felt the love of her existence's light fade as he was surrounded by the vermin shadows. It had happened again. Against all of her attempts, she had failed him again.

On instinct, she leaped towards them. Rushing past their allies, the people had become their friends, she met the eyes of Leah, and through a glance and a blink, she communicated her plan. Oh, the splendor of linked minds.

Viciously, the pack threw their heads back and echoed the call of their Alpha, before they launched their attack ten times harder against their enemy. They would not fail their Mistress. They each had a role to play, and fate would have it that the God and Goddess Ra would have to fight together to save the world, and indeed, each other.

Bella's surroundings blurred around her, eyes focused on her target. In her animal form, the lips of the beast pulled back over her teeth, and a snarl wrenched from her being as she reached the scene before them.

Using her powerful legs, she leapt into the air and into the middle of their swarm of shadows surrounding her mate. Her mind was racing a hundred miles an hour, but all she could hear over and over again was his name. Peter. Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter.

Peter.

Hang on, baby, I'm coming, she begged him silently.

She growled as she touched the ground again, landing over her mate who lay on the ground still now. In an instant, she had separated the shields and surrounded the shadows in them, her mind overwhelmed with relief. She had made it to him.

With a smirk touching her lips, she squeezed her shields around the shadows until there was nothing but air, their deathly moaning howls signaling their death until she was met by nothing but silence and finally, she could see around her. Growling as she eyed the God of the Underworld in front of her, she smirked triumphantly, smug with satisfaction. They would not fail now that the only beasts who could kill her love were dead.

Slowly, she slinked away from her mate's body, feeling his energy zing through her as he recovered rapidly now the threat was gone and his light restored. He hopped up on his feet to stand beside her, reaching down to grab his sword.

Side by side, God and Goddess stood united faced against their enemy. An enemy who now knew that he had failed, and seemed to be looking for a dignified way out; he did not want to retreat to the darkness and decay of the underworld.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the Goddess snuck forward, the shoulders of her beast rolling under the skin, hunches raised as she growled menacingly. She would hurt him for the hurt he had caused her mate all those years, and indeed just then before Osiris met her love's sword.

Briefly, their eyes connected, and Osiris knew he would meet his end. His soul would be returned to his domain, but he would never again threaten them, or the world they protected.

The God spoke, his voice dead calm among the raging sounds of war and death around him. "You tried, Osiris, but you failed. You have become far too greedy. We will succeed this night, and you will never again see the light of day. I told you would die by my sword, and I was right. My mate could not fail me again. It was only by fate's design that we lost the previous two battles." With that knowing smirk on his face, he rested his hot palm on his mate's back, and stroking once, he murmured for only her to hear. "Do your worst, my love."

With a vicious snarl, her hackles raised, and then she surged forward. Air borne, she took advantage of the height and pushed Osiris onto his back, landing on top of him, rearing back her right paw as if to punch were she human, she swung forward and reveled in the loud snap that rung through the area. She did the same with the other paw, hearing again the same kind of crack, before she roared in his face, but he used this moment of her's to his advantage.

Rolling them so she lay on her back with him on top of her, he wrapped his large hands around her neck, shaking and squeezing until she was seeing spots. Her head shook from the exertion of simply moving, but her eyes met those of her mate, and with renewed determination, she reached with her teeth to rip at his head, loosening it from the tendons in his neck and thus the rest of his body. Rolling him over, and spitting what remained in her mouth of him, she used her sharp claws to scratch every part of him that she could reach before leaving him for her counterpart to finish off.

With satisfaction, she watched as her mate walked forward, seeing the raw power within him as he lifted the sword in his hands and swung with a strength and speed that would rival the best swordsman in the world. Clean, he swiped the Dark One's head off, before taking the bloodied blade and jolting in through the man, making his back arch from the force, as it pierced through the skin of his chest and through his very heart.

Osiris's body darkened to nothing, and they watched as his soul and body seeped through the ground and into the Underworld. And with the knowledge that they had succeeded, the Goddess threw her head back and roared up to the heavens above, capturing the attention of all allies, who were fighting the last of the minions when they, too, disappeared. God and Goddess smirked at one another; he had given up, the coward he was, at his death.

And all around them, the shouts and roars of victory rose to the heavens. All around, across the plains of existence, their victory was heard. And praised.

And the Observer, in his study, smiled to himself, and shaking his shinning black-haired head, he sent his last message out into the world to find them.

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"I'm gonna miss you so much!" Alice chimed, wrapping her arms around the both of them. Bella smiled and kissed her friend on the cheek, looking over at Peter as he patted Jasper on the back, both wearing matching grins.

It had been a few days, and after the battle, a lot had still happened.

They had debriefed as a group, and many an injury was left to Carlisle for his healing abilities, Esme in turn taking care of her mate's injuries as well. Peter had been perfectly fine despite his all-too-close encounter with death, but at Bella's urgings, he had sighed and resigned himself to a full check up with Carlisle, who'd given him the perfect bill of health.

The most surprising of events was the letter they received, the final from the Observer, which they were informed would be the last. The group was incredulous as they read of the gift they'd been gifted upon their success, and still, despite many a conversation, they could scarcely believe it.

They'd been gifted with immortality.

Yes, three had already had the ability to live forever—Carlisle, as a vampire, and Peter and Bella as God and Goddess. But they would spend theirs on earth, with the allies who had become their close friends and family.

She'd laughed when Peter had groaned and suggested that maybe that wasn't such a great idea for some people—the nymphs—because they'd eventually grow bored of trying to fuck everyone in the world and then they'd be in for some scary shit.

She'd laughed smacked his shoulder, but silently agreed. An eternity with them to talk their ears off… or anyone's ears off… she could hardly think of the idea without wincing.

They'd agreed to meet every year for a time around the dates that they'd saved the world. Peter, in his usually quipping style, had said that since they'd saved the world but nobody would ever know, the least they could do was have their own private party every year to celebrate. He'd also added that once a year for a few days at most was all he could handle the three amigos for.

Now, came the sad bit. It was time for the goodbyes before they returned to their quasi-normal lives. Except this time, Peter and Bella would remain together in their little cottage in the woods in Sedona, with no one the wiser about what had occurred… how close the world had come to absolute chaos.

Hugs were shared all around, and secret smiles, too, as eyes took in the new confidence in Edward as he held his Charlotte's hand, pressing a kiss to her forehead or cheek, before at the last moment wrapping his arm around her waist, making her blush.

A year, Bella thought to herself, a year and they'll be married. She winked at Charlotte and laughed as she was engulfed in another hug, this time from Emmett. For a fairy, the man was a damn bear when it came to hugs.

Before long, all the goodbyes to be had were said, and before them, stood their allies, their fighters. With a nod and a smile, they stood down from duty, and one by one they faded from sight.

And Bella and Peter watched, Peter's arm wrapped around her waist, and Bella's head on her Peter's chest, before they turned and walked back inside.

"Finally," Peter sighed as he flopped down onto the couch. "Look at this! An empty house, can you believe it?"

Bella chuckled and sat beside him, curling up into his side.

"So what are we supposed to do now?" he asked her.

She looked up at him, eyes twinkling. "Now? We live out the rest of our forever… maybe try to be normal."

Peter snorted. "Normal? With this body?" He gestured down his body. "Impossible, baby."

She laughed and kissed his cheek. "As normal as we can, then."

"Hmm," he sounded almost contemplating. Then his finger was under her chin as he turned her face toward his. He leaned closer. "And now?" he breathed.

Bella hummed and leaned in to kiss her man. "Now, I want you to bend me over this couch and fuck me."

Peter breathed out. "You know, I think I could really get used to this normal business."

Bella giggled. "See? It just takes a little practice."

"Well, we've got time."

"Yeah… forever."

And in their little cottage, two mates kissed and came together in a culmination of gripping hands and grinding bodies to their earth-shattering completion, both relieved that they succeeded and would now have forever to live out their happy lives with one another… hopefully in peace.