Renesmee tightened her grip on my hand and buried her face in my side. I was now on the other side of the coffin. "Bella please, I didn't know." Heather pleaded as she began crying.

"You are a filthy wench that deserves to die." Delix shouted.

I stopped and glared at him. "You should shut up; you are much to blame for all this. All three of you are to blame. This whole thing happened because of a stupid love triangle?" As much as I was afraid for my daughter, this still pissed me off.

"Violet turned into a monster. After she destroyed the village and ran away she created a reincarnation of herself that was born 300 years later, ready for her niece to come bite her for the war with Dracula. That is why Sullivan wants to keep you here. Only he and I know of Violet's actions and we knew if she was anywhere near the two of you then she would kill. All Violet wants is to destroy Isabelle's bloodline."

"I thought you loved me," Heather whispered, standing up. "You promised to marry me one day. The day I was going to talk to you was when Isabelle and you met. You never spoke to me again after that. You know how humiliated and depressed I was? I tried to kill myself countless times but it just is not that simple."

"You should have talked to Auntie Heather about this," Renesmee mumbled against my side.

"There was a time I did but you changed, became bitter after Isabelle was born."

"Because it is her fault I am like this," she shouted. "No one cared that I was sad for mother's death, not even father. No one ever cared about me. It was always Isabelle. I could not take it anymore." She turned to me. "But I do not want to kill you nor Renesmee, you have to believe me. Even if I was created to do just that I will not. I love you two so much."

I felt sad for her. The Heather I saw from her memories and the one I knew for so long were different. Renesmee pulled on my shirt and I leaned over and touched my cheek. She too was thinking the same thing. Sighing we walked up to Heather. "That woman from before was a girl named Violet, Sullivan's oldest daughter. You are Heather, my creator." She cried and launched herself at me, crushing me.

"You are a fool Bella. Any minute now she could kill you."

"Now why would I want to kill my niece?" Heather said, chuckling.

"Let's go home auntie." Renesmee suggested. "Daddy and them are waiting for us."

Heather nodded but then Delix blocked the door. "No one is going anywhere until that witch is dead." Heather glared and held up her hand. "You hurt me before but I am changed and you will move."

"Or else what? Going to turn me human?" Before we could say anything the heartbeat in the coffin got loud as it began moving. "Momma?"

Heather gasped. "She's waking up now?" By now Delix was in front of the coffin, pushing it open. "Delix no."

But it was too late as the coffin lid slid hit the floor with a loud thud. "Isabelle?"

A woman with long, brown, wavy hair sat up and stretched her pale white arms. She took Delix's hand and stepped out. She was wearing a long black dress with no shoes. When she turned to me I gasped. The woman's face was heart shaped with rosy cheeks. Her eyes were a bright red that went with her red lips. When she was fully out she turned towards us. "Isabelle." It was her, after months since she passed on.

"Are you causing the ruckus out here?" Her voice was soft, smooth. "You woke me from a lovely sleep."

"My love." Delix walked to her side with a huge smile on his fac. Isabelle looked at him with confusion. "Delix?"

"I'm so glad you came back," he hugged her but she did not return. "Delix, this is wrong."

"What do you mean?"

Her perfect face turned sad. "I am dead Delix, the way it should be. You should not have brought me back."

"But, the Originals, the Council, I, we all need you."

She chuckled. "No you don't, my father is a perfect king from when I last saw and though they are terrifying, the Council is doing their job."

"But.." "Delix, my time in this world is up. I wish not to be alive anymore. Besides," she looked at us. "There's already a queen here." Following her eyes they were on Heather. "Hello Violet, it has been awhile."

Heather nodded. "Indeed little sister." Even when she was trying to sound calm, Heather was afraid.

"Do not fear me big sister. The past is the past and must stay where it belongs." Wow, Isabelle was forgiving.

And then she looked at me. "Been quite busy since the last time we talked." She gestured to Renesmee who was staring with awe. I smiled and nodded. "Your daughter has been a huge help."

She chuckled. "I'll have to find her when I rest again. I feel she can now be at peace."

"Why's that?"

"Because she found out the truth. That she was the one who took my place and continued living in this world. She also had my sister create you to carry on our bloodline to protect our species, but, most importantly, Delix." Delix?

"What do you mean?"

Isabelle smiled and walked over to Heather. "Why did you create a reincarnation? And not because it was to destroy my bloodline because it is your bloodline too."

Heather sighed. "It was a precaution. I had a feeling that something bad was going to happen and if any of us died then all the Originals would die. Which meant your death to, Delix."

"You did that, for me?" Heather nodded. Delix stared at her with confusion and shock when Isabelle clapped her hand. "Well, I must be going. Your blood is about to leave my system and when it does I will turn to dust." The way she said it was as if she was looking forward to it.

She walked up to Delix and kissed his forehead. "Goodbye Delix, I will always love you."

"And I will love you."

She walked up to Heather. "Goodbye Violet, father still loves you dearly. Please take your rightful place by his side. I forgive you and I too am sorry."

"The past is the past and that's where it belongs." Heather repeated, smiling.

And then she came up to Renesmee and I. "So much has happened to you."

I shrugged. "It was expected." She chuckled and kissed my forehead. "Goodbye Isabella."

"Goodbye, mother." Again, another slip up but this made her smile and she shook Renesmee's hand. "I know you just met me but your mother and auntie will tell you all about me." Renesmee smiled and nodded.

Isabelle walked away from all of us to a corner and with one last smile, she slowly faded until there was nothing but dust.