Disclaimer: The Twilight Saga is owned by Stephanie Meyer. I don't happen to be her; therefore, I cannot possibly own it.

Rating: Rated 'T' for 'Teen'. May change later.

Genre: Action/Adventure, Angst, Family, Fluff, Friendship, First Time, General, High School, Horror, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Supernatural, Vampires

Warnings: Adult Content, Blood, Discriminatory Language, Violence

Pairings: Jasper/Bella, Emmett/Rosalie, Carlisle/Esme, Peter/Charlotte

Summary: Your typical story. Boy meets girl. They fall in love. A baby is quickly made. What happens when the boy's a vampire? What happens when said vampire is killed before the baby's born? Renée doesn't know what's going to happen to her baby, but Nahuel promises to keep it safe from his father. Jasper/ Bella


Author's Notes: If you want a song that really describes how I see Bella, look up "On The Run" by Natalie Imbrugulia.


21. Bull Honky


February 29, 2000


Apparently this Warlord took my warnings seriously as he had more than enough vampires to protect himself. In fact, he had a couple hundred. How in the heck did he think this wouldn't attract attention? Nearly half a thousand missing people, even if the majority of them were homeless, were going to be noticed. The police officers of Houston, Texas weren't completely oblivious. Even if I hadn't decided to take them out, the Volturi would intervene this bull-honky.

Honestly, I wasn't sure why they hadn't already acted by now. Were they just going to let me clean up this mess? Did they expect me to deal with this for them? Lazy S-O-B's, as my daddy would call them. Of course, he'd use the full term rather than my polite acronym, but the definition was the same.

Senna shuffled restlessly from across the field, ready to dive in. She was always so impatient when she knew a battle was coming. Dear goodness, the woman was so bloodthirsty it was to the point where I thought if she hadn't had control of that modicum of sensibility, she'd merely give into the beast and be a savage. I wasn't sure if her sisters would forgive me for putting her down if it ever came to that.

And me, my own monster, it hadn't gone back to sitting at the sidelines ever since that first true fight. My father's half of my DNA was truly awoken within me. She, or well… I enjoyed war. The battles, the death, the brawl. This was what I was made for. I was a force to be reckoned with in a rather tiny package.

To be truthful, it all felt like child's play. None of the Warlords trained their soldiers, knowing they'd all be destroyed rather quickly, and stuck to enforcing their main guards to defend their land. No one had given me a challenge, and I doubted anyone really could due to my shields. If I took just a small force with me, I could stand in the middle of the field and let my own warriors work their magic while I kept anyone from escaping and protected my people from damage. But that would mean I wouldn't be able to partake in battle.

Decisions decisions…

This last handful of years had been fairly enjoyable, despite my growing accumulation of talents. It seemed like Allure and Tracking were the most common gifts, while I hadn't met another Shield of any sort just yet. There had been two other telepaths, both of which who's gift were almost identical to the one's from Maria's camp except for the fact that Maria's telepath didn't go out as far as the others did. Then there was the woman who could communicate back and forth between minds by protecting her thoughts. Ever since then, the Sisters and I hadn't spoken actual words as it wasn't needed, instead of the one-way radio we had previously. I knew that when I went back to my parents, it would feel strange to talk again.

There was one boy who was telekinetic. It was a gift he had from his human days and exploited as he saw fit. He had been very talented while he had a heartbeat, and it only magnified over and over once he had been changed. Unfortunately for him, he had been fairly young in this life, even younger than I, and lacked the experience of battle or knowledge of what all he could do with his gift. If he had been a good fifty years older, he might have been difficult to go against, but as he wasn't, I destroyed him the moment the battle started.

Once, I came across a set of twins; one had a talent similar to what Kate and I could do to cause pain while the other could cause a sense of physical euphoria that was not unlike one's sexual climax. I was ever so thankful for coming across the two of them, as they were able to administer in any degree they wished. No longer would I have that pesky problem of having to be near another for an extended period of time before I was able to drop them to their knees in pain. Of course, I was also thankful that I wouldn't do that to my family anymore as well.

I had come across more than that, of course, as you weren't a successful Warlord without a handful of loyal and talented vampires at your side. It just seemed like most of them were similar to gifts that I already had. And it seemed like the more people I came across with the same gift, the more enhanced my own would become. I really didn't need to hear more than the immediate line of thoughts people had, but now I could hear the several trails of thought vampires were capable of having. Everything was so much fun.

I snapped to attention when a couple of Zachariah's lackeys tried to sneak away from the group and escape from the camp. Like a switch, they dropped to the ground, screeching in pain. Grinning, I flicked at them with my shield, sending them flying through the flurry of vampires that hoarded around their creator's tent. What was it about Southern Warlords and tents? You'd think that if they had their territory for as long as they did, they would have built themselves houses in their land by now instead of having a stupid tent.

Just as I was about to leap into battle, I felt a couple of new sparks just outside of my physical shield. Finally, they were here. I had been warned for days that they were coming, but they were taking so long it seemed like Peter's 'knowing' was wrong for once. The stupid Volturi, even stupider than those stupid tents.

And it seemed like I was right, they were leaving all of this for me to do. Caius wanted to watch as I fought to get an idea of my battle style so that he could take me out easier. I grinned. He was more of a fool than I originally thought. They thought they could destroy me after I destroyed the last of the Warlord's.

Felix was the first under my shield, and he had no talents other than his outrageous strength. Then came along what the Romanians called the 'Witch Twins'. I had to bite my lower lip as I registered what I could see as the pain she was capable of giving others. Honestly, I was going through much worse due to my ignoring of the mating bond. So what she could do was nothing new, but her brother on the other hand, that was all new. If it weren't for Mr. Cullen describing it to my father as a 'sense numbing black mist', I wouldn't know what to call it. Even now, I didn't have a true label, possibly 'sense deprivation' but that sounded really stupid. However, unlike Alec, people couldn't run from my talents.

The twins were followed up with Demetri, whose gift I immediately loathed. It was much worse than Alistair's or the other tracking vampires that I killed in previous battles. I knew where every vampire I had previously met was; combine it with Alistair's, and I knew more than I truly wanted to. Like the manufacturing plant where the sex toy my father bought for my mother was located. That was just… ew. I really didn't want to know the other kinds produced there as well.

Next up was Renata, and I wasn't sure why people kept calling her a shield as all she did was confuse people approaching her with ill intent so that they left. It was useful, but not a shield. Honestly, I was fairly disappointed. I thought they might have someone like me, someone who understood how difficult it was managing these gifts. But, no, all the woman knew how to do was repulse others if they wanted to hurt her.

She was followed by Marcus, who was just a bit ahead of his two brothers. It was strange, seeing the flowing rods that went between everyone, no matter how far apart they were. The white that bound together the Amazon sisters, who I quickly mentally told to keep back before Marcus could see them. It was bad enough he could see the light blue that connected all those within my clan. Then there was the yellowish gold that I knew led from myself to Jasper, not returned. Heck, I could faintly see the lines of relationships between people while they were in my visions.

The moment Aro was beneath my shield, I fell to my knees in a silent scream just as Jane attempted to use her gift upon me. She was unsuccessful, of course, but she wasn't the one that caused me to go down. How the ever loving frick Aro was able to go through years of someone's existence within a few seconds, I don't know, because this was painful. I didn't need touch, as it combined with the telepathic skills I had come across earlier, like he did, and I think that if I had to go through this every time there was someone knew underneath my shield, I would be keeping so close to my body it would be considered illegal.

The many millenniums that the rulers existed was just outrageous. The Sisters were around for nearly as long. And the centuries that the rest of most of the Volturi that were here? The hundreds of vampires all around me? All of those memories, those thoughts, more than just what was on the front, were painfully wracking through my mind within those few seconds it would take Aro to see it all.

I saw how Marcus and Didyme fell in love. How Aro met his lovely Sulpicia. How Caius used his mate as an excuse to stay with the brothers. How the war with the Romanians began. How the only talentless brother slaughtered his way through the werewolves. How Aro destroyed his own sister. How they were all being manipulated by that greedy son of a bull honky! They needed to be destroyed, badly, but I couldn't do it now. I didn't have the proper resources to make sure the world was lead fairly after I killed them.

Ever thankful that the Sisters couldn't see me at the moment, for I knew they would have come out of hiding and everyone knew they didn't want the world to know about them. Plus, the moment I was gone, the leaders would try to 'encourage' them to their side.

Next up was Chelsea, the bond manipulator. She had destroyed countless covens by ripping apart their love for one another, and replaced it with loyalty to the Volturi if one of them was useful after the rest were used as kindling. I felt Corin approach with the two living wives. Her addictive contentment was similar to the effects of a siren, but much lesser, although one would want to be near them while away with Corin's talent. Soon, Afton came up as well, Chelsea's mate, and his mind was slippery, similar to a mental shield, but I was still able to grasp onto it. Strangely, it didn't seem to be only mental, as I knew he could stand right in front of someone and they wouldn't even know he was there. It seemed more like he could convince others that he didn't exist if he didn't want to be known.

Gosh, were they bringing the whole guard? No? Leaving Heidi back in Italy since she wasn't up to watching the battle? What was this? A spectator sport? Did they think war was fun? I did, but that was beside the point.

I was able to return to my feet, just in time to hear Aro command Jane to knock it off. Ha, like it mattered. As long as they were in the dark about my shield, I really didn't care. Again, I had to convince the sisters to keep back. It was bad enough my physical shield dropped back around me during the time I was hearing everyone's past thoughts, but neither of us wanted the Volturi to know about them. And just because Marcus couldn't physically see my coven mates, it didn't mean he wouldn't see their bonds.

Slowly, I strode forwards, watching as all the vampires scurried back towards their maker as I strutted through the camp. Honestly, they hadn't even seen me kill anyone yet and they were already terrified. Some of the male guard members laughed, thinking I would die before it even began. Oh please, you'd think they'd believe the tales by now.

What was so strange about thinking a woman capable of war? Wasn't there a phrase so many people acknowledged as truth? Oh, right, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Well, I might not be scorned, but I was a woman in defense of her mate. People were dying today, if I had anything to say about it.

And, I swear, Felix was an idiot if you went by the thoughts in his mind, so I guess he pretty much was incredibly stupid. He was one of those stereotypical jocks I'd seen multiple times in movies, except he was even more jerk-like than the guy John Travolta played in 'Grease'.

A few arrogant vampires tried to charge me, but I cut them off. One lost their arms the moment they got close enough, right before I batted them back with their lost limb. The rest I encased in my shield, just the neck, while I smacked the into the army via telekinesis. Oh the screams and hisses were music to my ears as I crouched down, lighting the ragged end of the arm on fire. No one dared to approach and the Volturi were almost dumbstruck.

I roared, just like I did before every battle, and the ground shook just the same. It was a pleasure to see their terror through those emotional strands as they heard me. I could hear the self-titled kings quietly discuss what I could possibly be, surely not a Child of the Moon as they had heartbeats and my illusions kept them from knowing of mine, and obviously not shifter as they didn't have the strength required to dismantle a vampire while they were still in human form. The only possible explanation was something going wrong with my change. Why was it no one but Joham thought of he possibility of hybrids before they were smacked in the face with the responsibility of one?

Fools, the lot of them.

Again, I was charged with more of Zachariah's army, about fifty, and they all dropped within a few feet of me. Between the negative emotions I pumped into them, the withdrawal of their positives, and the excruciating pain, they were unfit to attack. One by one, I dramatically smacked their heads off of their bodies using my recent gifts. Sometimes I would kick two of them with a little jump. Honestly, how unequipped his soldiers are for battle is almost hilarious.

Suddenly, the remaining people went for me at once, as if it made a difference. Before they could even touch me, they were down for the count, either nearly pissing themselves from the emotions I allowed them to have or screeching from the anguish I sent to them.

With a skip in my step, I sauntered past all of them and stopped right before the Warlord. Silly man thought this might have me put forth a bit of effort. No, I think not.

He hissed at me, crouching down in fear that I wasn't even giving to him. "Oh behave Zachariah. Your days of war are over. Join your soldiers in death." You'd think with as much as he fought with the Hispanic vampires, he would have tried to learn Spanish by now.

Again with the hissing! It was getting really annoying that so many vampires thought this was an actual form of speech in a conversation. No, it isn't. It was just plain rude.

With one swipe, I knocked his head off his shoulders, then threw it to the side to keep it from being burned. As the venom rushed from his headless body, I touched my makeshift torch to the waterfall of undead 'juices'. It was quickly engulfed in flames.

Some of the soldiers managed to work through enough of the worthlessness and similar emotions to stand and fight. With a sigh, I dusted myself off, and flung myself upon them. Each of them were rewarded with a chest full of fire as I tore out some organ and shoved the torch up to the spewing flammable liquids. Honestly, I thought this would be a bit more fun since I had loads of joy the past few times, but since I don't have to concentrate on the illusion that I'm alone, and keeping my shields around their bodies underneath another shield, everything was a lot easier. Nothing was snapping back at me and my concentration was a lot stronger. Plus, it probably helped that I had a lot of practice maintaining these things over the past few years.

As I rounded up the bodies, some of them not even decapitated, I began a giant bonfire of flaming vampires. The purple smoke filled the air with the sweet-bleach stench. If I had been born with a gag reflex, I would have thrown up by now.

I ignored my company in favor of digging up a few presents. One at a time, I shoved a long pole of wood into the ground, the long pole had something special mounted upon it at the top. The item was wrapped up in a sack and the poles were infused with vampire venom as they had been soaking in it for days. There was a rope connecting all of these poles together, twenty-three of them altogether, and they were all lined up facing my guests. I stripped off the sacks to reveal my presents to the Volturi.

It was the Warlords they had allowed to run rampant for the past few centuries. Slowly, I took Zachariah's head and dug into the bottom of it enough so that I could fit the wooden rod into it, along with the end of the rope. Like the others, it was lined up for the Guard to view him. And, like the others, I strapped on the extra-special present to it. Unfortunately, to keep it there, it had to be taped to his head, which meant Zachariah was blinded. With a grin, I tossed in the joined end of the venom-soaked rope into the pyre and watched as it lit up a lot quicker than I thought it would.

Ducking and rolling to the side, the heads were quickly engulfed, and the extra present was lit as well. With a 'ziiiiip' and a 'zooooom', colorful smoke was headed to the sky before huge 'pop's were heard. The fireworks I had bought shortly after the last Forth of July exploded in the sky as a nice end to the Leap Day of the year.

The only one that found it funny was Felix. Bunch of stupid bull honky.


Ending Author's Notes: Maybe you'll be happy that I got this out so soon.


Geezerwench - Holy crap! Bella's gone nuts. Cleaning out the South. They won't know what to do with themselves down there. They might get bored and shit. Start back up again. Then Bella will have to kick their asses all over.

All to protect her mate she hasn't even met yet.

Peter's sources and his knower. Damn good things to have. They haven't put it together yet that Isabella is the one kicking ass and taking names down south.

Saving the heads! Hmmmmmm. Head on a pike? A sign to other vamps what will happen to them if they don't behave themselves? Should scare the piss out of them. So to speak.

Oooo! Maybe she's saving Maria's head to show it to Jasper!

Power hungry Aro would LOVE to have a vamp like Bella on his side. She may have to divvy up the world with Aro. He gets the eastern hemisphere, Bella gets the western, and as long as Aro stays on his side, she won't annihilate him.


Well, at first it started with Maria. Just because Bella's too stubborn to get over the idea that's she's fine alone doesn't mean she wants Jasper to die. Then Bella got Maria's special talent. So now she's all, "oh fuck, gotta protect what's mine." That's probably always a joy.

Oh yes, Peter's 'knower'. My mind keeps saying that's real dirty. He probably makes crass jokes to Charlotte about it, but I haven't come up with one yet. Peter knows it's 'Isabella Marie McCarty' who's killing the vampires in the South; he just doesn't actually know why the hell she's important other than she's not coming after them to kill them.

And now you know about the heads, yummy, right?

And Aro, everyone's favorite douche bag, Bella's just a joy, ain't she? He'll be coming back eventually, don't worry. That man's too much of a flamboyant drama queen to ignore the 'future Volturi guard member'. He really should take a hint.


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