Okay, here's the next chapter, finally! sorry for the long wait.

Chapter 8

Demons of All Sorts

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." Bobby growled, pressing the shotgun into the girl's stomach. "Because, I'm the only thing keeping the Quileutes powerful." His eyes squinted in concentration, debating on how he should proceed. "Explain, witch."

"Do you honestly think that the wolves got their powers on their own, without doing something immensely evil for them? No. How could a tribe that protects people, just like your boys, do something evil enough to grant them the power of shape-shifting?" Bobby was now staring in confusion at the witch that was claiming to have given the Quileutes their wolf spirits. "How about you let me tell everyone. It's kind of a big thing, and Bella might not like that I kept it a secret…" Bobby stumbled into the wall as the girl disappeared, removing the support for his gun. He turned and sprinted down the stairs, towards the room where everyone was moping and watching the news.

Bella swung around when she felt a rush of air towards her back, nearly falling in over in surprise when she saw Angela. "Angela!" she yelled as Edward caught her, staring at her for making such a non-vampiric move. "Sorry, Bella, but there's something that…you need to know."

"What! You are...How…" Edward stammered, staring in shock at the girl.

"I've been blocking you. It wouldn't really do too well," she said with a sarcastic voice, "To have you knowing that I was a witch, now would it, Edward?"

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"Alright, Sam, Dean, are you ready?" Angela asked as she finished drawing the complex seal on the floor surrounding the boys. "You will feel absolutely nothing; only see a lot of swirling color. You will appear directly in the Oval Office. And remember that you're dealing with War, not Conquest. I cannot find Conquest at all, so I am assuming that he has returned to Hell after finishing his preparations for war. Use this to call me when you're ready to return." She said, handing Sam a small crystal with a dim internal light. Angela then stepped back as the boys nodded, looking at each other briefly. "You good to do this, Sam?" Dean asked as Angela began the teleportation incantation. "I should be. My logic tells me that, since Lilith was the first demon and was needed to break the final seal, War will be easier to deal with. Do you have Dad's journal with the killing exorcism?" Dean held up the book with his thumb marking a page.

Both looked down at the ground as the marks around them began to glow brightly. They flinched back as the light exploded upwards rapidly, colors flying around them in a swirling vortex of disorienting light. As the witch had said, neither of them felt anything other than possibly sick.

The colors slowed to a halt in frozen swirls, and then reversed direction to rush back into the ground. Sam began to gather his psychic powers for sudden use, and Dean opened to his saved page. The light disappeared into the ground and Sam and Dean were suddenly surrounded by eight or nine of the president's bodyguards.

Sam quickly clicked on the safety of all of their guns, and then hurled them against the wall. He spun around as Dean was launched from his feet, sighting the president with his hand outstretched. Sam cut War's hold over his brother and then slammed him into an empty space against the wall. "You okay, Dean?" he grunted, focusing on keeping War powerless and restrained.

"Yeah. Pull this dude and let's get out of here. Can't save 'el presidente' unless you get War out before I kill it." Sam nodded and honed in on War's presence within the president, and began to pull. It had been months since he pulled his last demon, and it felt good to do it without the influence of demon blood; it did not feel as dirty.

Obama's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his mouth cracked open. He gasped out words as smoke began to slip from his mouth, broken into puffs because of his struggling. "You…are too la…ate. The war…has begu-un." He began to chuckle and then laugh maniacally. His last words were strained from both laughing and straining to hold himself within the body. "Famine…shall cross…the lands." He howled as smoke exploded out of his mouth, swirling around the room. Sam released his hold on Obama to prevent the smoke escaping as Dean recited the deadly exorcism.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immunda phasmatis," The smoke charged Sam, while Dean spoke, surrounding him and blinding him to the room. "Ex is regnum e victus."

You will not survive, Child of Azazel. Famine shall cross the lands, as is prophesied. Sam shivered as the voice slid over his thoughts like an oil spill, giving him the desire to take a hot shower. "Licentia is vita ut nunquam reverto, ut inficio animus e commorantes orbis terrarum." Dean looked up from the exorcism, and blanched; the demon should have exploded into a raging fireball and disappeared.

Sam could no longer hear Dean chanting, alerting him to the fact that something was wrong. He gathered his wits and threw War away from himself, crushing its life force with his mind. The smoke recoiled and compressed against the far wall, attempting to escape the sudden onslaught. "Dean, chant!" he ordered, focusing as Dean restarted the incantation.

Sam turned his head towards Dean when he did not hear his brother's voice right away. Dean was looking towards the door and holding his throat while he choked. Sam released his hold on War to ease the pressure on Dean's windpipe, turning to see what Dean was staring at with wide eyes. The smoke of War rushed past them, shattering one of the large windows in its escape. When the smoke cleared, Sam saw ratty blond hair resting atop a rotting face and a misshapen body.

Hello, boys. A voice sounded inside of their heads, and Sam stepped back as he recognized the dark, feminine lilt of Lucifer. His –or her, as he was still wearing Lilith –body was being destroyed, appearing as a rotted corpse rather than the beauty that Lilith had worn it with. Yes, my body is failing. This meat suit is not strong enough to hold me for much longer, and I have come to replace it with a new one. Sam and Dean moved closer to one another as Dean pulled out the angel-slayer, hiding his movements behind Sam's body. Lucifer appeared not to notice.

You know, I would greatly appreciate it if you would give me your body, Dean. It would be much more suitable than this man, he pointed towards Obama, and Sam would get to stick around his big brother and rule over humanity. Obama rose from the ground as Lucifer spoke, floating smoothly towards Lilith's upraised, skin-barren hand.

Lilith's eyes began to glow dimly, and Obama's responded by glowing in increasing intensity. Dean rushed forward with Sam and stabbed Lilith's heart, the glowing spiking in brightness and then dying completely. Both Obama and Lilith fell to the ground and the light slowly dimmed in the black man's eyes. "Is he…dead?" Dean asked, taking in both still forms on the ground. He was suddenly slammed against the wall by an invisible force and Sam's eyes turned to Obama's raised hand. "Not quite, Dean. I'm not that easy to kill. And that little butter knife won't have much effect on the likes of me." Lucifer then raised his hand and Sam could hear the life being crushed out of Dean. Thinking quickly, he flung his hand out and tore what blood remained in Lilith's body and splattered it on the floor in the familiar angel-banishing pattern. He then shifted Lilith's arm over the sign, causing a blinding light to glare through the room.

Dean fell to the floor, gasping for breath as he looked around the room, empty of all but the president's body guards and Lilith's dead body. Sam pulled the sending stone out of his pocket and looked at it closely. "I wonder how we work it."

"Try talking to it?" Dean suggested lamely, shrugging his shoulders. "Hurry though, before the president's goons wake up. Sam brought the stone up to his mouth and said, "Angela? We're…we're ready to return now." He waited for a few seconds before something finally happened. The stone began to shine a bit more and then Angela's voice resounded inside of his head. Okay. Step back into the teleportation seal. I will call you back.

The boys stepped into the seal and almost immediately, the colors returned, sending them back to Gibraltar. Sam and Dean stepped out of the seal as the colors dropped back into the ground, ready to relay everything that had happened to all of the inhabitants of the house. As if on cue, as soon as Dean had finished the story, the doorbell rang. Edward's eyes widened briefly and then he smiled. "Bella, it's Renée." A blinding grin appeared on her face as she disappeared in her haste to open the door. Sam turned and prepared to defend the house in an unlikely attack, but allowed Bella to open the heavy entrance. "Renesmée, tell Charlie that Renée is here." Edward said, the little girl closing her eyes in response.

The door opened to reveal a middle aged woman who smiled and stared at the beautiful Bella in front of her. "Bella, it's so good to see you!" Renée jumped and tackled Bella into a hug, ignoring the abnormal hardness of her skin. Bella led her mother into the enclave and locked the door behind them. "Everyone who doesn't know," she said, addressing the onlookers, "this is my mother, Renée. Renée, this is everyone."

Renée began respond, but she trailed off as her eyes grew dim, fading into a black color. She blinked as everyone stared in confusion and worry, stepping away from her. "Mom?" Bella asked, causing Renée's head to swivel to face her. "My dear, your mother is sleeping. I will return her shortly, no worse for the wear, but I must speak first." She then turned to face the rest of the congregation, raising her voice slightly. "My dear friends, my name is Famine, also known as Plague, and Pestilence."

Sam raised his hand to expel the Horseman from Renée, but was interrupted. "Please, my boy. I promise that I can do you no harm. In this house, my powers are useless, cut off from me by the reinforcements you have cleverly made. Outside of this house, I can do nothing to directly harm any truly living, intelligent creature."

"Then how do you do anything?" Dean asked gruffly, uneasy in the presence of the demon. Renée turned around and opened the door, walking outside and into the grass. "I work by destroying plants, and through insects, and microbes." As she spoke, the grass around her feet began to dry and shrivel, dying. By the end of her sentence, the ground was brown and dead in a meter radius. Luckily for you vampires, you are immune to all forms of my talents. You are technically living and intelligent, so I cannot affect you directly, but you are not alive, so none of my indirect methods can harm you."

"I merely wish to tell you that there is nothing you can do to stop the Apocalypse. Lucifer knows where you reside, which is how I found you. Your fortifications cannot stop him for long. And once Death is freed, you will have no protections against the end." Dean was about to interrupt again, but was cut off. "I bid you, adieu, my friends."

Renée's eyes faded back to normal, and a black shadow fled from her body, a transparent horse running into the sky. Edward caught her as she fell, checking her vitals in the process. "She's okay, Bella. I'll get her to a room and we can wait for her there." The two of them disappeared into the house, leaving the remaining people to return to what they had been doing before.

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Renesmée was wandering around the house while Jacob was off on his patrol, looking for something to do. She walked past a room that felt strange to her, and decided to knock on the door. The girl, Angela, opened it and looked down. She smiled and said, "Hello, Renesmée. Can I help you with something?" She thought for a few moments before nodding and capturing Angela's eyes.

"Angela, you were telling Bobby that you gave Jacob his wolf powers. Can I see your memories so that I can understand that?" Angela smiled a bit wider and stepped back to allow the small girl into her room. Renesmée saw some symbols on a rug on the floor, and some candles, which would explain the weird feeling that came out of the room before she came in. The two girls sat on the bed and Angela allowed Nessie to take her hand. "I'll give you some narration while you watch. We're going to go far into the past, to the very first Spirit Warrior; Chaske."

Nessie was pulled deep into Angela's memory, to two hundred or so years before Kaheleha, the first of the Quileutes remembered legends. She saw a handsome young man, wearing the typical ancient Quileute garb and a snow-white feather atop his head. He was walking through a forest quietly, holding his spear in an aggressive position, expecting attack. He broke through the forest into a rocky clearing where a beautiful young woman sat peacefully on the ground.

Long ago, I was revered as a Goddess. I was beautiful beyond compare, and I possessed powers that led people to revere me, and serve my every whim. I was also sought out for favors.

On either side of the woman was two wolves, the largest wolves Nessie had ever seen in the wild; they were the size of the Quileute wolves. Nessie remembered one of Jacob's stories of Taha Aki, and how the wolves back then were enormous because of their location. The two wolves in the front rose slowly, examining the young man with interested eyes. The woman peered out behind closed eye-lids and spoke. "State why you have come to me, Chaske."

Chaske started briefly at the direct question, but spoke without hesitation. "Goddess Angela, my tribe dwindles into small numbers with only four families remaining. Please give my people aid and help us to overcome all obstacles." Chaske had knelt down and bowed his head, being as submissive and meek as he could to curry favor.

I felt an unusual familiarity with Chaske, and my desire to help him was great.

"Come to me, Chaske." He crawled on hands and knees and pressed his forehead to the ground before her. She rested her hand on his head and began to chant in the Celtic tongue that predated all known History. Angela sat back on her haunches and ceased her chanting, pulling a small bowl filled with a deep red liquid from behind her. "Now, Chaske, drink this, and return to your people. You will remain strong." Chaske drank the liquid, gagging lightly as he tasted the blood that she had given him. "What can I do in return, my lady?" he asked, setting the small bowl at her knees.

"Nothing. I require nothing in return for this. Come to me again for anything that you may need, my son." Chaske turned and walked quickly to the edge of the forest, and then broke into a run to return. "Follow him." She whispered to one of the wolves, who then rose and sprinted silently after the man. Nessie flew in the air after the wolf, being led by Angela's memories through the wolf's eyes.

Time sped up and Nessie watched and several hundred years passed. I became enthralled with the Quilayute tribe, as they were known back then. I followed Chaske until he died, and I allowed his powers to travel down the blood line, until the majority of the males had the gift of Spirit Sending. Fifty years before Kaheleha, I saw an invasion in the future, and so I gave the gift to the remaining male members. Nessie saw the battle that she spoke of with Kaheleha, which was the first recorded sending of the Spirit Warriors into battle.

The scene changed to a different man, who traveled up into the mountains. Nessie watched and soon recognized the story of Taha Aki and Utlapa. I felt greatly moved by Taha Aki's plight, and I felt a deep recognition with him; he reminded me of Chaske. I watched as much time passed and Taha Aki grew hopeless, watching as Utlapa ruled from his body.

The scene changed to Angela with one of her wolves, speaking to it. "Go, help Taha Aki. You are the greatest of wolves; it is your duty to help the greatest of men. Run with the wind, and rescue him." The wolf turned and sprinted into the forest, towards the village. Nessie watched the rest of the story unfold exactly as Billy had told it, even to the death of Yut. Angela had been watching through the wolf's eyes, and felt Taha Aki's rage.

I cast a very powerful spell, and allowed Taha Aki to change the body of the wolf into one recognizable by his fellow men. I made the spell as permanent as I had with Chaske, desiring that this people should survive long into the future.

The scene sped through time to Taha Uta. This was a time of great sadness. When the Cold Woman came to kill Taha Aki and his family, I gave them aid once again. After the death of his third wife, I caused that her eight and nine year old sons should change, that they could help destroy her. I changed the spell in that transformation, so that the wolf magic inside of them would react to the Cold Ones, and cause the transformation in the new generation whenever one should appear.

The scene dimmed to blackness, but then reopened to the meeting with Carlisle and Ephraim Black. I never needed to help the wolves again. The size of this current pack in not a result of my doing, but by the magic residing in their veins acting on its own.

Nessie withdrew from Angela's mind and looked at the woman's face. "Now, practically all of the Quileute tribe is descended from Taha Aki, since that Cold Woman decimated their numbers to an all time low." The two sat in silent contemplation of all that had just been relived.

"Thank you, Angela. I'm really glad that you helped them so much. If you hadn't…I wouldn't…have…have…my Jacob." Tears slowly leaked out of Nessie's eyes as she realized that she owed Jacob's life to Angela, even if indirectly. She hugged her tightly and then slid from her lap and walked to the door. "Where are you going, Nessie?" Angela asked, curious at the young girl's determination to get somewhere. "My Jacob is coming back soon. I'm going to go play with him." Angela chuckled as Nessie closed the door behind her.

Okay, I hope it was good enough. I'm still kind of in a writer's block, but I felt that I needed to get something out. Plus I could actually think today. I don't hate Obama(ref to middle of chapter) it just worked since he's the president. I am pretty sure that the next chapter will not be out for quite a while, since I am in such a crappy block. sorry about that, but I will try to get it out eventually. I hate it when people have stories and then just leave them.