I cannot be held responsible for the many hours of Supernatural that were watched to give me this crazy idea. Especially because when I first got the idea, Isobelle was a werewolf-vampire-human hybrid and somehow she morphed into the female Season4!Sam Winchester with less hair and more spunk and nowhere as freakishly tall. But whatever.

This is the last chapter (Epilogue not included in this chapter though, so stay tuned) so I'm doing all my acknowledgements here.

Thank you you few who have read and reviewed.

Thank you Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki for having such an insanely awesome show.

Thank you Ian Somerhalder and Joseph Morgan for being so ridiculously hot.

Thank you Castiel for being an adorable, but badass angel of destruction and heroism!

Thank you Gabriel the Trickster Angel for such a sad death, but hilarious after death video.

Thank you Joss Wheldon for creating such a perfectly reference-able show like Buffy.

Thank you random ideas that bounce around inside my skull until I finally get around to writing you.

So staring

Isobelle, Jennifer, Jennifer's mean girl clique, the Vampire Diaries cast, Ashley, Danny, Anthony, Castiel, and Random Angel #7 who wears his suit jacket with only one button.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

And now without further ado.

Chapter 6: Isobelle

The day was spent, after Nik's announcement, like this: filling in Bonnie Bennett-Gilbert and Ashley FitzGerald-Richardson, a powerful witch from where Jenny and I's fake last names had come from, on the situation; sharpening weapons; training; whittling stakes; ingesting monumental amounts of vervain and pouring equal amounts into the town's water supply; convincing the Sheriff Forbes to order a mandatory curfew for the next few months; talking to Tyler Lockwood to get Caroline to help us fight; and making battle strategies.

My day, on the other hand, was spent going back to sleep. Or at least, that had been my intention. The colors and brightness overtook me. The pain pounded against my skull. My brain throbbed as everything exploded in a flash of light.

There was a portal, my sister's bloodied body hanging over the alter, a rogue witch using her power to open it. The portal was swallowing our world, destroying it, blocking out the sun so the world was in perpetual darkness. Me, future vision me, running towards the vortex, stopping before it, slamming my hand onto a tree that sent a wave of white light over and blinding bursts of brightness washing over the ground. The portal disappearing. Dad killing the witch and getting Jenny. Nik killing Stefan. The others slaughtering Stefan's army. Ashley and Bonnie's spell going into effect. Me, broken and limp, laying on a ring of dead grass. Nik, shaking me, desperately feeding me his blood. No response. My hybrid angry, devastated, in pain. Mom sobbing, clutching at Dad and Jenny. Rebekah in shock.

I sat up with a start, unable to handle watching my own death. But was I going to sit around and cry about it? No. A part of me had always know that I'd die young. So I needed to make sure things were going to be okay, that my sister was safe, that Nik wouldn't go off on a bloodthirsty vengeance after we saved the world.

A knock came from my bedpost and I turned to face the sound, pulling the curtain open on my bed. "Come in."

Nik gave me a half smile, sitting down on my bed. "You okay? You look a bit pale."

I nodded, leaning back against the headboard. "Just a vision. Nothing much."

"About?"

"Tomorrow. They're going to try to open a portal to kind of make it so the sun doesn't shine. It'll still be there, but it'll be like an eternal night for the whole planet." He nodded slowly.

"Well, let's worry about tomorrow tomorrow." I wondered if he noticed the smile I gave him was a weak one. I guess not. He was too busy studying my face, committing it to memory. He said to me in a soft tone, taking a strand of my hair a playing with it, "Lovely."

"When I die," the words escaped from my mouth suddenly, "I want to be buried in a field." I shuttered, "Cemeteries are creepy." It was true. As a hunter, I had had more than my share of cemeteries to last me a lifetime.

"Don't talk like that." I rolled my eyes.

"Face it, Nik, I'm human... mortal. One day, I will die. When that day happens, promise me you won't try to bring me back. Swear it on something important to you."

He closed his eyes, sighing long and loud. When he finally looked up at me again, he looked right into my eyes. "I swear on your life that I won't try to bring you back if and when you die."

"I'm not going to become a vampire."

"But-" He looked heartbroken as he paused, "You wouldn't consider, even for me?"

I pressed my lips against his, slow and soft. The kiss was so tender that I thought I might begin to cry, but I blinked back tears and looked up at him. "I love you." His mouth opened, going to speak, but I silenced him with a fingertip before continuing, "Something in my gut tells me it wouldn't work. Even if I tried to become a vampire, I feel like there's something that would either change be back into a human or kill me completely. I don't want to tempt fate like that."

He swallowed hard, blinking back tears, and nodded. "Let's go over to my house, that way we're all in one place. It's like a fortress there at least."

I nodded, packing a small bag: a change of clothes, my sketch book and journal, and a picture of Nik and I when we attempted to bake. Mom had walked in on us when she smelt a cake burning and had snapped the shot of us covered in flour, eggs, and frosting. Despite never acting on our feelings before, the awareness and the tension had always been there. We hadn't needed to kiss or say the words to know. The closeness we shared, a touch or a look, spoke so much louder. But I had wanted him to hear them once, just once, before I died.

We clung to each other that night, holding each other close, both of us finding it hard to sleep and harder to stay awake. I fell in and out of consciousness, savoring the time we had left together. "I love you too, Belle," I heard Nik whisper at one point. "I love you. Don't you dare die on me out there."

I wanted to sob at that because I couldn't tell him the truth, but I didn't make a sound. Instead, I fell to sleep.

When he finally let me out of his sight, I scoured threw every nook and cranny in the room for Nik's sketchbook. I wanted to be able to offer him some comfort from beyond the grave. Pulling a piece of stationary from the small desk's drawer, I began to write. I told him all the things I couldn't say just yet. Today was going to be hard enough as it was for all of us. However, when everyone else was wish each other luck, I'd be saying my goodbyes.

Today's the day.

I looked up, searching for the voice, but no one was there. Shrugging, I got back to writing.

She accepts death well.

How is it she getting a warning?

"Who's talking?" I half sung, half hissed.

She can hear us? But humans can't-

Anna could.

Ananchel was once an angel. Her lack of Grace, though unfortunate, did not change that she was an angel.

It did in Heaven.

You under think things, Castiel. Not everything's as simple as you seem to think.

This is.

How?

Because God commanded it.

But God is dead.

No, he's not. He brought me back when I should be dead. Over and over, he has forgiven me. We may be his children, but for creatures of faith, I find most surprisingly faithless.

Angels? God? Castiel? Ananchel or Anna? Grace? Faith? God? The voices were angels? I could hear angels? Was that even possible? Were they the ones that sent me my visions?

Before I could panic over that, I finished writing, signed off the letter, and stuck it in the back of the sketchbook, just as someone downstairs called out my name. Hiding the book back where it belonged, I ran down to find out what I was needed for.

"So is everyone good? Everyone understands the plan?" Nik asked everyone. We were sitting in the theater. Yes, my sort of boyfriend has a movie theater in his house. He and Mom, who was his second in command of the hybrids, were giving the orders and instructions for this evening.

Thanks to my vision, we knew the ritual had to take place exactly as the sun set in order to work. They just didn't know about the plan B in case we didn't get there in time or couldn't prevent the ritual.

The hybrids were wishing each other luck, as were the humans, the normal vampires, and a few of Tyler's werewolf friends that Nik hadn't turned. I walked up to my parents, hugging both of them tightly.

"What's that for?" Dad asked with a raised brow.

"Luck?"

Next, I hugged Rebekah, told her to 'be careful'. She rolled her eyes at that. Tyler gave me a smile and a nod from where he stood with Caroline. He and I had been sparring, working ourselves to get better. Finally, I settled back next to Nik. He captured my lips in a passion filled kiss. He pulled something out of his pocket and took my hand, siding a ring on my finger. It was gold with a small blue stone in the middle of the octagon.

"I had it resized for you, since I don't need it anymore." He looked into my eyes. "Are you sure you don't want any of my blood, just in case?"

I sighed, quiet. "I'm sorry," I whispered in return, pressing my lips against his. "Still love me?"

"Always." My arms wound around his neck, his around me, holding me tight to him as I laid my head in the crook of his neck.

"I love you." I could head him swallow.

"So what are we going to do?" Mom asked, her voice breaking us apart.

"Kick it in the ass!" I yelled in reply, throwing my fist in the air. There were some laughs and chuckles at my remark and for that, I was grateful.

"That's my girl." I blushed at Nik's remark, squeezing his hand in one last silent 'love you'. He gave me a smile. It was probably the last one I'd ever see.

We were too late. The witch, who Nik, Rebekah, and Elijah had shockingly identified as 'Mother', was holding Jenny over her alter, the doppelganger's blood dripping into a bowl. It was my worst nightmare come true. I hadn't seen this, hadn't thought of it, and had failed to protect Jenny. I had only minutes left now.

The portal, a black swirling vortex, was opening, beginning to swallow the world. I glanced back for only a moment at my family, at my sister, at my lover. If I hesitated for too long, it might not work. I took off running.

"No!" Nik yelled the moment he realized what I was doing, but he was too late to stop me.

At last second, I stopped, turning to the tree the witch was beside. It would cancel out the portal, just like it had in my vision, wouldn't it? The tree was tall and old, no, not old, just full of energy and life. With newfound determination, I reached out and slapped a hand on the trunk. A rush went through me of something pure, something burning and bright and safe. I could feel it's energy, crackling and shifting to flow through me, into me. It took and it was the worst pain I could ever imagine. Its energy, no, my energy, my power, my Grace flowed out of my weak vessel's eyes and mouth, spreading out before it subsided inside of me.

"Close your eyes!" I could barely get out of my mouth before it shot out, extending beyond my human body, before all I could see was white. My eyes tried to shut against the brightness, but I found they refused. The pain subsided, the atmosphere changed, and it felt like home.

And then I was there on my own two feet, my duster swirling in the nonexistent winds of Heaven. There was a dark haired man with bright cerulean eyes standing beside me in his suit and tan trench coat. We were in a park, an autistic man's lazy Tuesday afternoon. Everything was quiet, but Heaven was hardly at peace. For the first time in a long time, my mind was completely clear. "Hello Castiel."

The angel nodded to me in greeting. "Hello... sister. Welcome home."

3rd person

Opening his eyes once the light subsided, Klaus cried out in a rage, yanking out the man's heart who had taken his Isobelle away from him. The portal shut as the two white witches' spell took hold in this world. Damon broke Esther's neck and the witch crumpled to the ground, lifeless, her eyes bleeding and completely burnt out. The fighting began to settle down as the vampires in Stefan's army lost ranks, confused by the death of their commander.

There was a soft plop and a thud as the portal closed completely. On a ring of brown, burnt grass was the broken, limp sark haired girl with the pale skin and empty blue eyes, facing up at the heavens. Klaus fell to his knees beside her body, shaking her desperately. He tore into his wrist, forcing his blood down her through.

Elena sobbed, clinging tightly to Damon and Jennifer, who looked up at the two of them confused, not quite sure what was going on at the moment. Rebekah looked like she might faint, and so Anthony held her up.

"Wake up, dammit!" Klaus screamed at the body, "You can't do this to me!" His body shook, betraying his anger for what it really was, "You can't leave me..."