Okay, if you guys were sad about the last chapter, then you will hate me by the end of this chapter. I found this one really hard to write, and hopefully you'll see why.
Chapter 7
Happy Ending? Where?
"Iraq has pulled the final block from the tower that held up civility. They have unleashed a very powerful bomb on a neighboring country, responding badly to a threat that was issued by Kazakhstan. A small war broke out among the Middle Eastern countries, but it is threatening to engulf parts of Africa, as well as India and Europe. Ambassadors have told us that Pakistan has plans under the table to bomb India, once again.
"The President of the United States has gotten Congress to agree, that the Middle East is becoming dangerous to the rest of the world. A squad of jets carrying nuclear bombs has been secretly released, planning to unload over the Middle East, erasing all countries therein from the world map. Many civilians of our country are opposed to-"
"Well, the US really blew it this time. Conquest was smart when he set off the chain in Iraq; this act of the US, once it is made world-wide news, will undoubtedly start war between several countries, which will involve the rest." Edward stated to Carlisle, dropping the remote onto the spacious leather couch. Sam and Dean trundled down the stairs, zipping up jackets against the weather outside. "Edward, I think that you guys should go out and get some friends. Anyone that you don't want to die, bring them in. That includes Bella's good high school friends. We don't have infinite room here, but we have enough to hold anyone that we care about.
"Sammy and me, we're going out to buy some extra provisions. We'll make sure to get perishables for short term, but we will be stocking majorly for the long run. Emmett!" Dean called out, grabbing the attention of the vampire upstairs. "We're taking your Jeep; it's got the most room." A faint affirmative could be heard from upstairs. "We'll all set out within a few minutes. Some of us will be travelling to Seattle, but there are only a few people that Bella cares deeply about. Her mother is already on a plane out."
"Dean, Ellen, Jo and a few other hunters are on their way as well. They should get here while we're gone. Edward, have Bobby open the doors and make sure to confiscate all of the hunter's weapons before letting them in the house. They probably won't attack Bobby, but they'll try to kill you without hesitation."
"Sam, I think he's good; you already told Bobby. Let's get out of here before we get caught in the ever-present rain!" Dean turned and stormed out the door, leaving his brother to run after him to avoid being left behind.
The two boys had made their way up to Port Angeles, finding all the shops that they needed. They bought over a gross of eggs, forty gallons of milk, fifteen loaves of bread, and dozens of other supplies that Esme could use to feed the army that they were housing. They even got discounts from several of the stores for buying in bulk.
A Shell had been latched onto the top of the Jeep, so that more supplies could be stored inside, and rain would be kept out. With the help of almost all of the stores workers, Sam and Dean finished loading several twenty-pound bags of flour and several dozen boxes of cake and brownie mix; Dean loved his pastries, and the Quileutes weren't objecting to them either. Pie was something that Esme and Emily made separately, using their own ingredients. Dean's body-weight in fruit and fruit preserves had also been bought and stored in the back.
They had just closed the last of the food in the back when Emmett's voice carried down to them from the top of the street. The boys turned to see him sprinting at an Olympic-sprinter rate, flying through the street at such a speed that he was bordering supernatural. "Emmett, what is it?" Sam asked, stepping out to meet the frantic vampire sooner. "One of your angel friends took Rosalie! He said that he wouldn't hurt her as long as I got you guys, but I don't exactly trust guys that pushed for the end of the world!"
"Go, Emmett. We'll be right behind you." Emmet turned and ran off at the same frantic speed while Dean and Sam clambered into the Jeep, pulling out and gunning the engine to chase the vampire. They sped through the streets, only staying behind Emmett because of the traffic. They followed him down a narrow alley, barely squeezing through without scraping the sides of the truck. Emmett unleashed his full vampire speed once they got through the alley, breaking through to a deserted street. They barely managed to follow him down the docks and to an abandoned warehouse, where he stopped suddenly. The docks were deserted in anticipation of the rain, and the late time of year slowed activity to a crawl on a good day. The boys jumped out of the Jeep just as Emmett grabbed the door to the warehouse and pulled, ripping all two-hundred pounds of it from the steel girder and metal tracks. He hurled the massive door away from them and they ran forward to join him at the entrance.
Sam stared with confusion at the forty-year-plus man standing with Rosalie in a headlock, his other hand pressed to her temple. "Let her go, Zachariah!" Dean called out, rage painting his face as he took in the balding man; who Sam now knew was an angel. "Ah, let me think about that, Dean…No. You see, demons need to die, especially those that aren't willing to help end the world." Emmett blanched as Zachariah called Rosalie a demon, not having heard the discussion with chuck. "Now, if you would be willing to remove the protections hiding your little alcove, I would be more than happy to leave your brother alive, Dean. We still need you, but everyone else that you reside with is expendable; yes, even your dear, psychic –or should I say psychotic –brother."
"Sam, pull her away from him." Emmett pleaded quietly, barely loud enough for it to reach Sam's ears. Sam reached his hand forward and pulled, yanking Rosalie from the angel's grip. Her neck snapped around from the force, but Sam quickly snapped it back into position, the vampire venom instantly healing it back to perfection. Zachariah stretched his own hand forward, unleashing a bolt of lightning that struck Rosalie in mid-air, but did not visible damage. Lightning was still crackling around her when she collided with Emmett, the lightning spreading to him.
The boys had both surged forward once Rosalie was clear from the angel's clutches, aiming to kill. Zachariah waved his hand, sending Dean crashing into the wall. Sam continued forward, resisting the angel's telekinetic energy, tackling the old man heavily. They collided with the wall, the angel softening the blow to Sam's body. Sam spun quickly and smashed his fist into Zachariah's still stunned face, knocking him into a stack of boxes.
Sam jumped to grab him, but a foot caught him in the stomach. Instead of retreating, Sam grabbed the foot and, still holding his breath from being winded, brought the ankle-joint down over his knee. A sickening crunch sounded, followed by Zachariah's scream. Sam struggled to suck in a deep breath as he reached down, grabbing the angel by his lapels. He slammed the old man against the wall, and crushed his fore-arm into his windpipe. Sam brought his palm up and pressed it against Zachariah's head, starting the incantation.
"Potestas infirma, me confirma. Potestas infirma, me confirma!" Sam felt Dean stagger to his side as he started the third round of chanting, a dim light beginning to glow from Zachariah's eyes and mouth as his grip on Earth was weakened. Dean pulled the knife from his pocket and painfully pulled it into position. "Potestas infirma, me confirma!" Sam roared, causing Zachariah's glow to reach a bright intensity. Dean plunged the knife into the angel's heart at the end of the final round of chanting, killing the light in Zachariah's eyes. "Dean, close your eyes and duck down." The boys dropped to the ground just as the light flared back up, exploding from Zachariah in the same manner that it had with Castiel. A shockwave pushed the boys back several feet, signaling the end of yet another angel.
"Emmett, Rosalie! Are you guys okay?" Dean called out, slowly rising from his fetal position on the ground. He turned towards the entrance, and gasped, breaking out into an immediate sprint. Sam jerked his eyes in the direction of the two vampires, and his breath rushed out in a huff. He quickly joined his brother at their side, getting a closer look at the injuries marring both bodies.
Blood was staining both sets of clothing very heavily, leaking freely from open wounds hidden by cloth. Rosalie's legs were both twisted at impossible angles, clearly broken. Her left arm was equally damage, but a deep gash was running down the inside of her elbow. Blood dripped from her pants, staining her entire pelvic region, and several bruises and cuts were revealed as Sam ripped open her shirt for further inspection. Her face was ashen, but sweating. Tears leaked from her eyes and her breath came in short huffs. Sam quickly reached inside of her with his mind, detecting her weakly beating heart.
Emmett was no better off, blood still leaking from hidden cuts on his chest and legs. Dean tore his shirt open to reveal gashes that reminded Sam of those from a Hell Hound. The cuts weren't deep enough to penetrate bone, but they were still bleeding far too freely. The cuts in his stomach bled quickly, leaking his life from the ragged holes. Blood pooled shallowly in his dimples from cuts on his face, his eyes flashing open as he gasped, revealing stunning green eyes. Sam could feel tears in his femoral artery in his left leg, pumping blood out at a dangerous speed.
Sam quickly put every ounce of focus he had into staunching the flow of blood from each person, barely managing to stem the flow from all major openings. Small cuts and wounds still bled, but it was no longer in dangerous quantities. He managed to expend enough extra energy to maneuver both of them into the Jeep, letting Dean close the doors behind them. Dean roared out of the docks, cruising along the road back to Forks.
The journey flashed by for Sam, as he was utterly oblivious to anything except holding the blood inside of Emmett and Rosalie's bodies. Dean crossed the boundary to the forest just as blood began leaking from his brother's nose, encouraging him to speed dangerously through the forest. EDWARD! I NEED HELP OUT HERE! He screamed silently, hoping that the psychic vampire could hear him. He slid to a stop outside the door just as it opened wide, Edward and Carlisle rushing out to meet the boys. Sam gasped and fell against the dash board, the effort of holding the blood inside too much for such an extended length of time.
Dean jumped around to help his brother out of the Jeep as Carlisle ripped the front seat from the car, making an easy out for Rosalie and Emmett. Dean could tell that neither vampire was breathing as they carefully levered both injured people out of the truck. Dean had rushed ahead with Sam stumbling alongside him, calling out a warning to all of the people inside. "All vampires hold your breaths! Emmett and Rosalie are hurt badly, and blood is all over the place!" Dean jumped to the side as Carlisle and Edward flashed past him, moving to set the two on cots that had been brought down to the living room very recently.
Emmett stirred briefly as Carlisle set him down. "Carlisle, should we re-bite them? They're…human." Edward was clearly confused as to their course of action, but his eyes quickly became certain as he read his father's response. The two vampires leant towards the human's on the cots as the remainder of the family appeared at the edges of the living room. Blood-curdling screams then sounded from both vampires. They jumped back, nearly crushing others in their haste.
Fire had exploded into being in their mouths, quickly spreading through their throats and up their faces. Sam gathered his mind enough to latch onto the fire quickly engulfing the two vampires. He pulled all the way from their stomachs and down their faces, collecting the fire within their mouths, and then pulled it out. The two fireballs flickered for only two seconds before dying out on their own from lack of fuel. Edward and Carlisle both collapsed to the floor, gasping for unnecessary breath. Bella and Esme rushed to their sides while the others took in the two dying humans on the floor, staring in loss and confusion; no one knew what to do.
Emmett knew little aside from pain, at that moment. He could feel his life bleeding from his gaping wounds, but he did not care. He turned to the woman that he could feel by his side, hoping to catch a glimpse of Rosalie's real eyes. Emmett knew that they were both human; they had both been hit by the lightning bolt that all venom from their bodies and restored their mortal wounds from before the transformation. "Hey…Rosy." He breathed out, reaching a shredded arm up to cup his wife's face.
Rosalie weakly turned into the feeling of a warm hand on her face, struggling to open her eyes. She managed to catch a glimpse of her Emmett, his hair matted with blood that leaked all over his face. She also saw his green eyes; the eyes that had helped her make the decision to save him all those years ago. She could feel the wounds that had nearly killed her; the wounds that her husband and his friends gave to her. The broken arm and legs; the broken and bloody back; her bruised and bleeding insides. She knew that she was dying, but she tried to remain focused on Emmett for her last few moments.
"Hey, baby." He muttered weakly, squeezing a small smile out through the pain. She could see the luster quickly fading from his eyes, but she was determined to at least acknowledge him before they died. "Hey…Papa Bear. I guess…This is it." She said, another tear leaking down her face as she contemplated never seeing her husband again. "Nah…Din't you…hear wha th'angel…said?" Rosalie thought through her pain induced haze back to Castiel's speech about death that had been heard throughout the house. She nodded weakly, feeling her own light fading. "W're…g'ng t'gether." He said, his words slurring into near inaudibility. "Love…you, Em." Rosalie said, her eyes slipping closed. "See ya…soon…love."
Sam quivered as he felt two opposite presences rushing into the room; he felt the Hell Hound and the Reaper. Causing even more pain in his head, Sam flung out his hand, whispering the exorcism to save energy on holding the demon dog in place. The dog's barking filled his head as he squeezed the last words of the banishment out through clenched teeth, "…Et secta diabolica!"
"Sammy?" Dean began to worry as he heard his brother muttering an exorcism with his hand stretched out towards the air. Sam muttered the last line of the incantation, and blazing cracks suddenly appeared in the floor not two feet from the now-dead vampires. A thin tendril of smoke squeezed itself down into those cracks, causing them to close and disappear the instant the wisps had vanished. "Hell Hound?" he whispered in his brother's ear, earning a very weak nod before Sam collapsed, his entire weight flooding Dean's arms.
Bella and Esme both cried tearless sobs as they clutched their husbands tightly to their chests, crying for both dead family and loved ones nearly lost. Bella vaguely wondered when everything had gone so wrong. The Volturi had left peacefully after the argument over Renesmée had been lost. That was little over two months ago. The three of them and Jacob had gone out of country in celebration, expecting things to be happy and mostly worry-free for the rest of eternity. Then the Winchester boys entered their lives, bringing with them news of the apocalypse. Bella managed to convince herself that it was because of them that the rest of her family was still alive, not their fault that Rosalie and Emmett weren't.
Jacob held Renesmée tightly in his arms, clutching her tiny, sobbing form; she may have been just under a year old, but she was advanced enough to know what death was, and how permanent it was. Jacob had not been dreadfully close to the two, but Emmett had been his favorite of all of the vampires, next to Carlisle and Esme, and he did not hate Rosalie as much as he had pretended to. Jacob forced happy images into his mind, knowing that Renesmée would be drawing strength from him. He clutched her tightly as he thought of the good times that Emmett had provided, and how wonderfully sweet Rosalie had been with her. He made the memories feel as happy as he possibly could, hoping that she could feel emotions from memories as well as Edward could.
Alice and Jasper fled to their room, having no desire to magnify the dreadful feelings that were already present downstairs. They collapsed onto their bed, holding each other tight as both of them cried for their lost family members.
Leah moved to her brother's side as the remainder of the Quileutes left to bring in the supplies from the Jeep. She felt bad for the Cullens, but felt no remorse herself for the loss of two more vampires. She could tell that Seth did, however, and she needed to help her little brother. The other wolves felt similar to Leah, only Quil, Embry and Sam feeling any of their own sadness at the deaths of Rosalie and Emmett.
No one noticed as Dean carried his unconscious brother up the stairs, heading towards their room for Dean to take care of Sam. Everyone forgot about the nine humans that waited up on the third floor, who still knew next to nothing about vampires or werewolves. Lenore knew of the newcomers, and took it upon herself to explain everything to them; including why they had been abandoned to their own devices for the time being.
None other than Sam was aware that Rosalie and Emmett had been saved from Hell, if just barely, and there was no rejoicing that their murderer had been put down as well, sent to face the torment that Castiel had not mentioned awaited fallen angels.
Don't kill me! I had a really hard time with killing off Emmett and Rosalie, because Emmett's my favorite vamp. I couldn't kill Rosalie without him though, because you can't have him all alone! That would be even more cruel! So, leave a review and tell me what you thought of how it was written. I'm pretty sure that no one wil like this chapter, but i hope that it's because of the content, not how it was written. Please, write to let me know!
And no, this isn't the last chapter. The title just fit with what happens.