Chapter Two

Elsa had managed to fall asleep, and after what she gauged was around four hours, she was awoken by frantic shaking. "Hey! Witch-person!" The girl had woken up and was trying to wake her. Elsa shook her hair out, rubbing the dew out of her eyes, peered at her though the darkness. Bella glowed, the moonlight reflecting off her pale skin. She might have been pretty, but she had an extremely grumpy look on her face. "Am I a vampire?" She asked, and Elsa felt the urge to snort or laugh. "No," she said, smiling, "sit down, I'll explain." Bella seated herself, a little ungracefully, unused to her new body. Elsa pressed the tops of her fingers together and began;

"A long time ago, before there was the Christian Church and civilised humans, there were beings such as vampires, werewolves, elves, fairies, et cetera. These were the predators. They lived fairly well with early humans, only hurting them if they got in the way, but as humans became stronger, they began to kill these superior beings."

"Vampires were hurt the most – They turned to ash the moment they hit sunlight, so humans found it easy to get rid of them, thus stopping the vampires hunting their own kind. Humans also became smarter, making it harder for vampires to seduce and feed off them, so the vamps also died of starvation."

Bella frowned, the ancient vampires sounding completely different to the ones she was used to. Elsa paused, in case she wanted to ask a question, but she didn't, so Elsa continued.

"As they were dying out, the vampires made a pact with the fairies, who were, by the way, the least hated by the humans. The five remaining vampires took fairies to bear their children so that the vampire gene would not die with their breed, thus the vampire-fairy hybrid was born."

"Now, the fairies weren't kind, beautiful creatures you see in picture books. They were greedy, stealing gold and jewels, seducing humans to wander in the forest for eternity. They sparkled, had almost unbreakable skin, were incredibly beautiful and vain, and," Elsa was getting carried away; Care of Magical Creatures had been her favourite subject, "to survive they needed to sacrifice one animal from the forest, that animal's blood pleasing the Moon Spirit, their God, so that he would allow them to stay forever immortal."

"So these new 'vampires' had a slight aversion to sunlight, which they sparkled in, are naturally attracted to forests, are almost indestructible, and need to drink the blood of either a human or an animal. The cold skin and extreme beauty was a trait from both parents. So now you know." Elsa finished her speech. Bella was poking her cheek and running her tongue along her teeth. "So I don't get fangs?" She asked, disappointed.

Elsa laughed and walked over to where she had left Edward's body. She heard Bella behind her, and hurriedly closed his eyes, so the girl wouldn't be too shocked. Elsa knew what penetrating glares the dead could give you.

Bella screamed, remembering suddenly when she saw his body. "Edward!" She yelped, "No!" She clutched at his shirt and shook him, which was rather violently, considering her strength. Elsa dragged her off the boy and sat her down. Tears were running down her cheeks, showing more emotion than she ever had. "Sweetie," Elsa said seriously, "You don't really think he was selfless and kind, do you?" Bella gasped and cried, but still managed to shoot Elsa a puzzled look. "He was abusive and controlling! Why did you even consider that jerk? Did you think it was true love?" She exploded with past fury, memories bubbling to the surface like home made curry. "You think he saved himself just for you? He's been seventeen for, what, one hundred years? One hundred years of raging hormones? I think not." She grinned savagely. Bella had stopped crying, but rocked backwards and forwards, hiccuping. "Combined with good looks, money and super strength, he woulda been a chick magnet. And he's older than your grandma. You're seventeen. He's lived a century. Isn't that just a bit -" Bella stood up, fists clenched. "You act like you know a lot about him, Elsa. And how'd you kill him anyway? You were at least ten metres away. What are you hiding?" They were standing eye to eye, and Bella's eyes were a deep scarlet. "Sit down," she said tonelessly, "I'll explain." And with that she settled herself on the leaves again, and mapped out the wonderful world of wizards, and how they've gone badly awry. She conveniently left out the part that she was a wanted criminal; Bella seemed like a crusader and would hand her over to the Ministry if it meant saving the greater good.

"Prove it." Bella said, folding her arms and sticking out her bottom lip, looking like a spoilt child. "Very well," Elsa replied grudgingly, and waved her wand. "Expecto patronum," she whispered, and silver mist seeped out of her wand, twirling and taking on the shape of a snake. She smiled, remembering when she had seen Lord Voldemort cast a patronus; It had been a snake, just like her, and she felt closer to him, even though he didn't. She often wondered if he had felt anything before. She had never felt that way about anyone - she had never felt jealous either, but when she saw the way Bellatrix, Bellatrix Lestrange, the half-crazed murderess, looked at him... She dismissed these thoughts. He was gone and so was she.

"Okay. You're a witch and I'm a... Fairy?" Elsa nodded. She couldn't help but snort. "Remember, fairies aren't delicate creatures who wander around doing good all the time. They protected their treasure and their territory with bloodthirsty savagery, and were a fearsome race. So don't act wimpy." Elsa grumbled, stretching, working the kinks out of her bones. "I'm going back to my hotel. I left my stuff there." She walked away, her eyes picking out the path she needed. A rustle of leaves, and Elsa turned to see Bella trotting behind her. "I'm coming," the girl said, determined. "I want to have awesome adventures!" Elsa smiled. The girl would be of some amusement, if anything.

The hotel manager was nowehere to be seen, and that suited Elsa just fine. She collected her duffel bag, her money, and asked Bella, "Do have anything you need at home, clothes, money? I know we need money." Bella nodded, and Elsa slung her bag over her shoulder and pointed her wand and Bella. "Hold still," she said, "Legimens," A series of flashes, scenes, memories, a chaos of a mind. Home, Elsa thought, and got a vision of a white weatherboard house, an unmown lawn, a man on a porch with a gun resting across his knees... Enough!

They were brought back to reality with a snap, and Bella sank to her knees, gasping. "Stand up." Elsa ordere, and the girl did. Elsa gripped her wrist, tightly concentrating...

Pop!

They were standing in front of Bella's house, no man on the porch, thankfully, and she pushed the bug-eyed girl up the path. "Apparation," she said simply, "teleportation. Let's go." They stumbled up the steps, the grind of the key in the lock too loud for Elsa's liking. "I'll wait here. Hurry up." Bella nodded and sprinted into the house. Elsa sighed and sat on the bench seat, where she had seen the man with the shotgun. Volturi, shapeshifters, the infamous gang, Werewolves of London, the vampires of Transylvania... There were so many options, places she could take Bella to show her her heritage, she could learn mythology...