Chapter Forty Four: This Is War (Part 1)

I drove up in front of Sookie's house only minutes later, the red corvette moving swiftly and quickly through the back roads until I pulled it to a complete stop just behind the house. I hoped it wouldn't get wrecked tonight. I could just imagine how Eric would react if he found his precious corvette had been destroyed after giving it to me. Then again, Eric will more than likely be reacting terribly to a lot of things tonight.

I knew what everyone would say when they found out. I knew eventually they would realize where I was, what I was going to do. That was why I had come here, to Sookie's house. It was the only place I could turn to that I could keep vampires outside of and not bring Sam and Sookie any ounce of trouble. Maybe everything would happen without either of them knowing. It would be safer that way. Of course, nothing could keep the werewolves out, and for all I knew, they could be in the woods right now, watching me and waiting to strike. But as there were only a few hours until sunset, I was hoping I would be able to take care of any threats until I had Victor and Bill in place.

"What in the world are you doing here?"

"Oh crap." I sighed as I left my bag behind and climbed out of the car. Quinn came crashing out of the kitchen screen door, an incredulous look on his face. "I didn't know you were here Quinn."

"I told Godric and Pam I would be safe here for the day. I could handle myself if the Weres came." Quinn shrugged. He was clothed this time around, and surprisingly there was no awkwardness in the air from what happened last night. But Quinn looked angry, and I wasn't sure I liked to see the were-tiger who didn't have trouble killing, angry. "But you on the other hand, you shouldn't be here at all. Go back to the trailer, Ellie; this is no place for you."

"Sorry Quinn, but I can't do that." I reached into the car and grabbed my bag before moving passed him and into the house.

"What do you mean you can't do that?" He followed after me. "You can do that and you will. I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you back there myself if I have to."

"You can try, but I honestly doubt you'll get very far." I glanced at him over my shoulder as I came to stop in the front hallway. I glanced between the front door and the stairs, as if trying to measure the distance. "You really should go Quinn, it's not going to be safe for you to be here."

"What does that mean?" he grabbed me by the elbow and pulled me around to face him.

I sighed as I gazed up into those dark violet eyes. "What that means is that once the sun sets, there's going to be a war going on and I really don't want you to get hurt."

"No." He shook his head. "Absolutely not Ellie. I haven't known you all that well, but I do know that you can make some stupid and rash decisions. This is one of them. No."

"This is my decision to make, Quinn." I rested a hand on his chest. "I appreciate that you care about me, that you want me to be safe, but this is my battle and I need to end this."

"This isn't your battle though." Quinn frowned.

"Yes it is. It may not have been at first, but now I'm the only weapon we have, and Victor knows it. That's why he wants me so badly. If he can control me in some way, then you're all screwed. You're all pretty much dead. I'm the only one who can end this, who can kill them all without any of you getting involved."

"I don't know what you have planned but you can't do this." He tried to persuade me. "Please Ellie, don't do something stupid."

"Honestly I'm not even all that sure of what I'm going to do yet. But I've made up my mind. And I need you to go. Now."

"I'm not going to leave you." Quinn refused, letting go of my arm but he didn't move an inch. "I'm staying."

"I can force you to go, you know." I planted my hands on my hips.

"I'm not leaving, Ellie."

"Yes you will. I won't let you be here for this." I shook my head. "I can't do what I need to if I know that you're going to be around, that you can get hurt. I need to concentrate and I can't do that if I'm focused on everyone else."

"Too bad." He crossed his arms over his chest, not budging.

"God you're more stubborn than I am." I rolled my eyes as I turned and walked into the living room. Quinn followed of course, like I expected him to. "Look, you can stay for now. And when I want you to go, I'll force you to leave, I don't care."

"Ellie..."

"At least help me while you are here." I began pulled pictures and heirlooms off of shelves and stuffed them in my arms.

"What are you doing?" he questioned, grabbing a picture frame as it fell out of my grasps.

"There may be a war here, but I don't want all of Sookie's things to get destroyed." I grabbed the picture frame back. "Can you go find boxes or something? Anything we can put some things into. I can buy her new furniture, but some things you just can't replace."

"I can't really talk you out of this, can I?" Quinn sighed, a look of defeat on his face.

"Sorry Quinn, but no." I shook my head, staring up at the man. "I could use your help though, right now at least. And then you have to leave."

"Fine. But I won't like it." Quinn nodded. "I'll go look and see if I can find some stuff for us to use."

"Thank you." I tried to smile at the shifter, but he had already turned and began out of the room. "And thank you for everything Quinn; you've been a good friend."

"Don't act like you're about to die, Ellie, because that I really won't let you do."

Quinn watched as Ellie packed away whatever she found around the house that she thought Sookie saw as valuable. He would take it into the back where the shed was, though he didn't understand why they were doing this anyways. What could possibly happen tonight that would destroy everything in the house? He didn't want to dwell on it too long, certain that he wouldn't like the answer he would find. He tried to think of a way to persuade Ellie to rethink whatever she had planned. But she had knocked down every single try for the past hour and a half. It was drawing closer to sunset, and from Ellie's quickened pace, she knew that time was beginning to run out. Quinn wished he could stop her in some way, but Ellie was powerful; there was no doubt about that. If she wanted to do something, there was no stopping her whatsoever.

"This should be the last one." Ellie brought a suitcase down the stairs and to where Quinn was leaning against the front door. "If you could just take it to the shed, and then you should go."

"I'm not going to leave, Ellie." Quinn shook his head.

Ellie sighed. "You have to Quinn, you don't have a choice."

"Yes I do." he raised a hand to brush the bangs from her eyes. "We all have choices. I'm choosing to not leave you here alone. Maybe you should choose to not do this."

"I have to, I told you that. I need to end this." She attempted to smile. "It's just going to be a little battle, nothing to get worried over."

"I am worried, I'm extremely worried." Quinn sighed as his hand dropped down to the handle of the suitcase at their feet. "I'll give you a minute to rethink this. And when I get back, I'll take you out of here by force if I have to."

"You won't be able to." her smile grew, as if this was some big joke to her. "But it'll be amusing to see you try."

Quinn just shook his head as he grasped onto the suitcase and lifted it up, not bothering to roll it through the kitchen and out the back door. He crossed the yard to where the shed sat in the back corner. The garden shed was small, and was not meant to be packed with boxes. Whatever Ellie had planned, Quinn knew it wasn't going to be good, or else she wouldn't have gone to this extreme.

"You're going to get yourself killed." Quinn muttered to himself as he left the shed, locking it behind him. He glanced up towards the house, but didn't spot Ellie anywhere in sight. Not hesitating for a moment, he slipped Ellie's cell phone he had stolen earlier and searched through her contacts for Godric's number. Once he found it, he pressed in the digits before waiting for the rings to go through. He didn't expect the vampire to be awake at this time, but he hoped he would check his messages once he awoke. "Godric, this is Quinn. You need to get to Sookie's house as soon as you can. Ellie is planning something. I don't know what, but from the way she's acting, it's not good at all. She's going to war, Godric, and I don't think she cares if something happens to her. Just get here as soon as you can."

Quinn sighed as he ended the call, slipping the phone back into his pocket before beginning towards the house. He could only pray that the vampires would arrive here before Victor and his men. Or else Ellie could be walking into a battle that she may not walking back out of.

Quinn had left without much force. I had a feeling he was going to stick around at a distance, as he had wandered into the woods after I had used my powers to push him out of the house, but at least he was out of immediate danger. I still hadn't decided on what exactly it was I was going to do. I had to first figure out how to tap into these powers, and I knew that would be the pain problem. But I had faith that I would be able to do it. Luck was still on my side so far, maybe it would continue.

I stood out on the porch as I stared up at the darkening sky. The sun had set, and I was just waiting for it to turn full dark before I knew the vampires would come. I wasn't sure if Godric or Eric would show up first, or if it would be Victor's men. I had a feeling that I had been watched the entire afternoon, werewolves stationed in the woods. I had listened closely when Quinn had entered the woods, waiting to see if I could hear any sort of commotion. But there had been none. Maybe they had been ordered to keep their distance. I was at least thankful for that. It gave me time to wrap my head around what was happening.

This was it. This was the night that everything changed. I was going to kill Victor and Bill; I was going to get revenge for all that they've done. Tonight was the night that all the disbelievers realized just how powerful I could be. I was scared, I couldn't deny that. Because if I failed, then we could all die on this night. But I tried not to dwell on that, knowing I needed to stay positive and concentrate on my inner powers and those that I couldn't even explain. I was my own weapon; I just needed to know how to wield these powers.

"Please god, let me be able to do this. Let me just end this." I stared up at the cloudless night sky. The stars were beginning to twinkle. It was only a matter of time now. "If you're real at all, god, please just let tonight go my way. Let me kill the bad guys. We deserve the happy ending, don't you think?"

No one responded, not that I was expecting them to. I was alone, completely and utterly alone. And that's exactly what I wanted.

But I wasn't exactly alone, not for long anyways. Low growls emitted from the trees lining either side of the property. As I gazed into the trees, squinting to get a good look, I saw the glowing amber eyes, and there were many of them. I wasn't alone anymore, I wasn't alone at all.

"Time to go to work." I shook my arms out, my fingers tingling as a warmth began to spread through my body without a second thought. A smile crossed my lips as the first werewolf entered the yard, taking tentative steps before a small pack followed close behind. "Here we go."

"I can't feel her." Eric paced before Godric on the porch of Pam's home in the suburbs of Shreveport. "I can't feel her at all!"

"What do you mean?" Godric frowned as he watched his worried progeny.

"I can't feel her; it's almost as if..." Eric stopped suddenly, pushing further at the blood bond that he knew should be there. He had been worried at first, that something had happened, that either Ellie had suddenly died and their bond was broken, or she had performed another spell to undo the bond once again. But as he continued to push, grasping at the threads he could find, he knew that their bond was indeed still there. "She closed it. Ellie closed our bond."

"I wasn't aware she could do so." Godric's worry began to grow. "Why is she closing off your bond?"

"Why do you think?" Eric shot him a look of fear. This was why he hadn't wanted to leave her. This was why he wanted to find somewhere closer to stay, for her to be with him. Because now she was off, doing something stupid, and he could do nothing but just assume where and what she was doing.

"Oh Elizabeth." Godric sighed, shaking his head.

"I never should have left her alone." Eric curled his hands into fists. "I never should have left her. Fuck!"

"Eric, you need to..."

Eric slammed his fist into the front wall of the house however, a large hole being created. Eric's hand was mangled as he pulled it from the brick, debris falling to the porch. But it only took mere moments for the cuts and broken bones to heal themselves as if he hadn't shoved his fist into the brick wall in the first place.

"She's going to get herself killed. I can't let that fucking happen." Eric shook his head, his fangs extending. "I can't lose her. I can't do this again. I won't let it happen. I will not lose her."

"Go." Godric urged him. "Go to Sam's trailer, she should be there."

"We hope." Eric gritted his teeth before nodding, the vampire disappearing all together in only seconds.

Godric sighed as he followed Eric's path before shaking his head. He was worried. Ellie was off doing something they all knew she shouldn't be. She knew that herself or she wouldn't be working so hard to close off her bond with Eric. It shouldn't have even been possible. Until they were completely bonded, Ellie shouldn't have any control of their bond whatsoever. But their little Phoenix was much more powerful than any of them could have predicted. She had proven that to them all last night. And while she had been so petrified of what she could do, perhaps she saw this power as an advantage she could use against Victor.

"Godric." Pam exited her house, a horrified look on her face. "You left your phone in the house."

"Thank you Pam." He nodded at her as she handed him her phone. "Is everything alright?"

"You have a message from the shifter. You need to listen to it now."

Godric decided against reprimanded her for listening to his private messages. The look on her face spoke wonders. She had learned how to mask her emotions from Eric well, who had in turn, learned from him. To see such a frightened expression on Pam's face, Godric knew he should be worried.

"What is it Pam?" He questioned. "What's wrong?"

"Listen to the message." She repeated. "You need to listen to the message now."

Godric nodded and quickly pulled the message up on his phone.

"Where's Eric?" Pam demanded to know. "Where the hell is my maker?"

"He's already gone." Godric answered before holding up a hand to halt her questions. His eyes grew wider and wider the longer he listened until finally, the message from Quinn ended. "Oh no."

"You better get a hold of Eric, Godric, and quick. We need to get to Sookie's now."

"Where the hell is she!" Eric tore into Merlotte's the moment he noticed that his once red corvette wasn't anywhere to be found and Sam's trailer was empty. "Where the fuck is she!"

Everyone fell silent as they took in the angry vampire. Patrons shuffled as far away as they possibly could get while Arlene let out a squeak and hurried into the back. Lafayette cursed from the kitchen, spotting the vampire right away, and did his best to keep out of sight. Holly was in the middle of serving a customer when he had stormed in, and had stopped mid sentence. Sookie and Sam however, had known the vampire was coming. Because only minutes before, Sookie had snuck out of the bar with a basket of food to bring to Ellie.

Only Ellie hadn't been in the trailer like she had promised Sookie she would be.

She was nowhere to be found.

They had been discussing who to call when Eric came tearing into the bar, looking like he was going to rip apart every single human in the place. Sookie and Sam quickly moved around the bar and pulled Eric outside as best as they could, knowing that if they didn't rid the bar of Eric, there may be nothing left.

"Calm down, Eric." Sookie tried what she could to calm Eric down.

Sam held onto her arm to keep her from growing too close to the vampire as they stood in the parking lot. "We don't know where she is, Eric. We were just about to call you and Godric."

"How could you just fucking lose her?" Eric growled, his hands clenched at his sides, his fangs baring down at them.

"She said she was just going to stay in the trailer, maybe pop into Merlotte's later in the day." Sookie shrugged. "We didn't expect her to just leave."

"You are both idiots." He hissed. "Of course she was going to leave."

"Well she would have done it one way or another, so you can't blame us, Eric." Sookie frowned. "Don't you think we're worried about her too? When we were talking after she woke up this afternoon..."

A look of horror crossed her face as she remembered what Ellie had said.

"What?" Sam questioned, frowning at the look on her face. "What's wrong?"

"Oh no." Sookie whispered, cupping her gaping mouth. "Oh no."

"What?" Eric demanded. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I think...I think she's going to try and kill Victor tonight." Sookie's gaze snapped up to meet Eric's. "She assured me that we were all going to be fine. I should have known...she had that look on her face."

"What look?" Eric narrowed his eyes. "What fucking look?"

"Don't yell at me Eric!" Sookie snapped at the vampire, her eyes filling with tears. She was just as upset as Eric was, knowing that her best friend had just about run off to die. Because without anyone there to help her, that's exactly what could happen. "She had that look on her face, you know the one when she's lying, when she has something planned that she doesn't want anyone else to know?"

"Fuck." Eric swore. "Damn it!"

"Can't you tell where she is? You have a bond again with her." Sam pointed out.

"She closed the bond." Eric began pacing so quickly before them, dust started to rise from his quick movements. "Fuck, where is she?"

"Maybe..." Sookie tried to think of all the places she could be. "She can't go back to your houses, can she?"

"Victor knows of both my homes, it'll be suicide if she returns to either." Eric shook his head.

"Are you sure that's not what she wants?" Sam was hesitant to point out.

Eric looked like he was about to reach out and tear Sam apart if Sookie hadn't thrown herself in front of her fiancé.

"Hurting Sam won't help Ellie." Sookie glared up at the Viking. "I honestly doubt she would go there. So where else would she go? If she's not here then..."

"Your house." Sam mentioned. "If she really wants to fight Victor, then your house would be the obvious place for Victor to look for her, and she can control what vampires can enter and leave."

"That would make sense." Sookie nodded. "It's the only place that...where the hell did Eric go?"

Sookie and Sam were left speechless as a cloud of dust was left in Eric's place, the vampire nowhere to be found.

"Is that the best you've got?" I smirked at the whimpering werewolves on the front yard.

One by one they had left the safety of the woods and darted towards me. Only a few had made it as far as the porch steps before I had thrown them back away. I knew I was wasting my energy on the Weres, and maybe that had been Victor's plan. Maybe he wanted me weaker so when he came along with the big guns, I wouldn't be able to do a damn thing. But it had been when I was at my weakest that I had tapped into the power of the past Phoenixes. It had been when I was desperate that I had done the impossible. I wasn't intentionally wearing myself out, but I didn't fear draining myself of my strength and powers.

Not entirely anyways.

"Come on, someone give me more of a fight." I taunted them.

Most were injured. I hadn't used much more than my telekinesis to harm the wolves, wanting to keep my stronger powers for later. If anything else, my mental energy would be wiped, leaving me still with the element of fire to back me up. And funny thing about vampires, they didn't like fire very much.

"You can do better than that." I challenged the wolf that was slowly rising to its feet, the glowing amber eyes glaring at me. My fingers twitched as I waited for it to attack.

But it wasn't that wolf that had leapt at me, but instead one came flying over the railing to my far right, knocking me right to the hard wooden ground. I grunted as my back hit with the porch planks with force, the wolf snapping at me with its large incisors. I moved my head from side to side as I tried to push the Were off of me. They were strong however, more so in their animal form. So I used my telekinesis to send the wolf flying, crashing right through the railing of the porch and landing in a heap on the front yard. I never had a chance to get back to my feet however, as another were came out of nowhere, swiping his clawed paws at my face. I cried out in pain as I wasn't able to move fast enough, the claws digging into my face. I squeezed my eyes shut as the claws tore down the side of my face, breaking right through the skin. I could feel the wet substance of blood trickling down my face. I bit down hard on my bottom lip as the Were's other paw tried to swipe at my face again. Only this time I was able to stop the Were, grabbing onto the paw and twisting as best as I could. I didn't have the strength, but perhaps it was the adrenaline pumping through my veins that caused the sickening crack to sound, the Were leaping from me with a whimper.

I barely had time to collect myself however, as two other Weres came rushing up the stairs of the porch towards me. I scrambled backwards, rushing to my feet as I backed myself into a corner at the one end of the porch. I cursed myself as I stared at the two Weres standing before me, growls emitting as they bared their teeth at me. I raised a hand up to the side of my face and felt sickened when I saw the blood staining my fingers. I tried to ignore the pain as best as I could as I braced myself for the Wolves flying at me. Without even thinking about it, I quickly climbed over the porch railing and jumped onto the other side. I wasn't nearly as protected, standing in the wide open yard, but if I could just make it to the back door of the house...

"Fuck." I cursed as I came to an abrupt halt, a Were appearing before me while the other two had leapt off of the porch to the space directly behind me.

The Weres, injured or not, starting to surround me, trapping me in a circle of deadly creatures. There was nowhere to escape. There was no hole to go through, no escape path. Not yet anyways.

I raised both my hands to either side of my body before bringing them back together. The Weres at my sides went flying into the air before colliding with one another with so much force, I could hear the cracking of multiple bones before they fell to a heap inside the circle. I smirked at the Were before me just as he leapt into the sky. I went to duck, but was instead pushed down onto my front by a Were behind me, its muzzle snapping at me, trying to gain a taste of my blood. I knew their orders were not to kill me. Victor wanted to take pleasure in watching me die again and again. He was a sick bastard. But these Weres had no trouble ripping me to bits and pieces before Victor finally arrived.

I tried to roll over as the other Weres moved in closer. I tried struggling and pushing the Weres off of me. But they weren't stupid. A Were on either side of me bit down hard enough on my arms to immobilize them, yet not breaking through the skin. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or not. I tried to shake them off of me, but it was impossible. I was held in place as the Were on my back kept me on the ground. A Were in front of me sniffed at the blood running down my face before a tongue flicked out to collect the blood droplets. I shuddered, desperately trying to struggle free. But it was no use, because every time I moved even an inch, the Were over me would swipe at my back, breaking through the skin without even trying. I would scream in pain, squirming to try and stop the agony. And that would only cause another gash and another until my shirt felt like it was sticking to me, soaked with my own blood.

After a moment, I finally grew silent except for the whimpers that escaped my lips. I tried to focus on my powers, deciding to forget my original plan and just set these Weres on fire. But all I could concentrate on was the pain in my back. It was too excruciating to think of anything else. Tears were streaming down my cheek, the Were before me licking those away as well as if both my blood and tears were his food.

Who knows, maybe Victor offered my body to the Weres to devour.

I was wondering if this was how Victor would come to find me, my entire plan falling to pieces. But then suddenly, I felt the weight from my back lift. I held still as the Were before me disappeared with only a single whine sounding. The other two Weres holding me were spooked and let go of my arms. I tried to move, but that only caused the cries of pain to emit from my lips. All I could do was stay there, bleeding profusely on the ground while the sounds of broken bones and whimpers sounded around me. I felt the gusts of wind; I felt the ground shaking beneath me as figures moved quicker than I could possibly see. I wasn't sure if it was a friend or foe, but by that point, I wasn't really sure I cared.

"Elizabeth?" a voice sounded above me.

I sighed in relief at Godric's unexpected voice. My eyes fluttered to the side, Godric kneeling beside me with blood covering his linen clothes.

"Godric..." I whispered out, my face contorting in pain as I tried to move.

"Shh, don't move, Elizabeth." He caressed my cheek, brushing away the tears before ripping into his wrist and pressing it against my lips. "Drink, you need to heal or you'll bleed to death."

I wasn't even going to fight him or ask where Eric was. I wouldn't be able to do much of anything against Victor if I was this injured, if I could barely move. And I certainly didn't want to end up bleeding to dead, not guaranteed that I'll return back here if I find myself dead and in the In-Between. I now didn't have the luxury of that backup plan. I had to now fight like I was a mere mortal. And that made things a whole lot more difficult.

"You and I are going to have a very long discussion over this." Godric vowed as he caressed my hair while I sucked at his bloody wrist. I felt my own wounds slowly beginning to close, the pain fading until I was able to push Godric's wrist away and sit up on my own. I refused to meet Godric's gaze and instead looked around at the destruction that had been caused. Pam was standing in the middle of the yard, blood covering her black leather attire. She had come to fight, and she looked rather pleased that there were dead Weres surrounding her, some mangled, some without limbs, and some with visibly broken necks.

"Nice." I commented to the blonde, who only smirked wider at my comment.

"This is beyond stupid, Elizabeth. This is suicidal." Godric growled, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me to my feet in one swift movement. I felt dizzy from the quickness, nearly stumbling over my own two feet before Godric grabbed onto both of my arms to hold me in place. I finally gazed into those furious eyes of his and cringed. This was why I was hoping Victor would show up before I would have to deal with Eric and Godric. "What the fuck do you think you were doing? Have you gone completely mad? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"I'm trying to save our lives, Godric." I tried to reason with him.

But Godric wasn't even hearing me as he dragged me around to the front of the house and just about shoved me right inside. I mumbled a few choice curses as I grabbed my bag sitting by the stairs and searched for a new shirt. Godric was still ranting behind me as Pam kept a watch out for anymore Weres or vampires. As I pulled a clean t-shirt out, I didn't even think twice and just pulled the soaking wet and destroyed shirt off of my body. That certainly got Godric to stop talking.

"Put your fucking shirt on, Elizabeth! What the hell is wrong with you! Honestly!"

I snorted in response, finding this more humorous than I should have.

"And what the hell do you find so funny about this, Elizabeth? Do you find death funny? Just because you can't die, it doesn't mean you can..."

"I get it Godric!" I spun around after I had slipped on the clean shirt. The ends of my hair were covered in drying blood, and my pants were feeling the effect too. But there wasn't much I could do about that. "This was a stupid idea, but what the hell do you expect me to do? This is about our lives. You and Eric can't kill Victor, but I can."

"No you can't. I saw you last night, Elizabeth. You were scared; you were frightened over the power you possessed." He reminded me.

"Believe me, I remember Godric. But...I have a plan. You just need to trust me."

"How the hell do you expect me to trust you when you promise us all that you won't go out and find yourself some trouble?" Godric threw his hands out, motioning to the wreckage outside. "What the hell do you call this?"

"A job well done?"

Godric was so furious that he started swear in another language. Or that was what I assumed he was saying as I couldn't exactly understand him. It didn't sound like Swedish like he would speak with Eric and Pam. By the look Pam was sending into the house, I could tell that she didn't understand him at all.

"Whoa, Godric, English." I waved my hand in his face. "I can't understand if your yelling at me or not."

He flashed me his fangs and I just held my hands up in defence and stood back. Before either of us could say anything however, Pam moved swiftly, catching my attention and causing my lips to twist into a frown. I hurried around Godric, who was on my heels as we left the house. We stood on the porch and watched in complete amazement as a tiger came walking out of the woods, dragging a vampire beside him by the neck.

"Holy shit, is that Bill?" My eyes grew wide as Quinn stopped, allowing Pam to get a good look at the mangled but healing vampire.

"That's the douche bag sheriff alright." Pam nodded, kicking the vampire swiftly in the ribs with her healed boot. It amazed me that Pam could destroy a handful of werewolves in heels. But I was even more amazed that Quinn had attacked and dragged Bill here.

"What happened?" I questioned, though I knew Quinn would have to change if we were going to get any answers.

And that's exactly what Quinn did. One minute, he was before us as a tiger, and the next, he was naked. My cheeks flushed as I quickly shielded my eyes.

"Hm, not bad, Shifter, not bad at all." I could only imagine what Pam was commenting on, my face growing redder. "Now get that pretty little mind of yours out of the gutter, Ellie, I wasn't talking about how endowed he is. Though, he is quite..."

"Please stop." I groaned. "So not the time."

"I left my clothes just behind the shed in the back." Quinn stated.

"Pam, if you will." Godric ordered.

"Are you sure, I wouldn't mind keeping him as a pet."

"Pamela."

I felt a gust of wind blow my hair back and I knew she had gone to collect Quinn's clothes. After a moment, Pam returned and I heard the rustling of clothes before Quinn told me it was safe to look. I slowly drew my hand down and sighed in relief to find Quinn was only half naked now.

"What happened?" I questioned again, my cheeks still burning.

"I was waiting in the woods." Quinn nodded at the tree line behind him. "I figured I would help you when the Weres started attacking. But then Bill came, one of the Weres must have alerted him the moment the sun set, and I just attacked him."

I noticed the bruising on his ribs, and a gash on his forehead, but other than that, Quinn looked perfectly alright. I knew shifters healed quicker than a normal human would, and it looked like it would take much more than Bill friggin Compton to take someone like Quinn down.

"You should have killed him." Pam mused, nudging Bill's unconscious form with her heel.

"You've made it known you want to rip his fucking head off." A smirk crossed over Quinn's face. "I thought I would let you have some fun."

"Oh I like you." Pam's face brightened at the prospect of ripping Bill's head off. She glanced at Godric, as if to ask for permission. "Please tell me I can kill this fuck already."

"I think you should let Eric have the honours." Godric glanced passed us all. "I'm sure he'd like to do so, isn't that right Eric?"

The blood drained from my face as I slowly turned to find Eric standing there, on the edge of the property, looking like he wanted to murder someone.

And that someone was me.

"Oh fuck."

A/N: this needed to be in two parts, because this battle was just too epic to just be one chapter. so enjoy the first part, the second should be posted sometime in the morning. I don't plan on going to sleep until it's finished!