My muse seems to be back from sick-leave. I am finally back and know how to continue this story.

So sorry to keep y'all waiting. I just hope my Muse stays healthy and doesn't decide to take another vacation.

In the end the fight was anti-climatic. Almost… short. We fought for maybe half an hour 45 minutes.

We moved into the center of what was to be our battlefield. I move and took the position of sideways ''guard'' stance. I fixed my eyes on my opponent and saw him take a similar position.

He's is bigger than me. He's more experienced and his blade is heavier. His speed is an unknown quantity. And if he is good he has trained to be of equal strength in both hands.

"En Garde! Je suis prêt !" he suddenly shouted in my direction. Pulling out his sword.

I pulled out my favorite Katana that Duncan had brought with him. "Luceo non uro!" I shouted back.

And so the fight began.

I moved to the side just a bit. His blade arched up and down with blinding speed. I swung my sword up blocking his and then broke away. He came at me with a side cut, I parried and darted back, circling warily. He spun and hacked: blocking his powerful swing made my arms ache. Stepping back I assumed the two-handed guard position. He cut down and in, I responded, my sword moving as rapidly as his blade. Our exchange stretched out in strikes, blocks and parries. Sometime he threw in a kick, a lunge or a hit. I was prepared for this mixture of tactics. Thank god for Methos. Neither of us gained a clear advantage. Damn he is good. He started sweating. And after only a little while more so did I. Throughout the exchange I studied his style. As I knew he studied mine. Searching for any even tiny flaw. Suddenly I blocked him swiftly, parried his return cut, blocked him again. And he made a mistake. There was a split-second opening. Barring his swordarm with my shoulder my sword snaked up slit his throat. He froze and then his blade fell. I kicked him harshly. And when he was on his knees. I spoke quietly with little fire. "There can be only one." And I took his head. Cut it off cleanly. Blood sprayed out of him. And his body fell to ground.

Edward and Jake were moving toward me. I shouted at them stay back. Adam and Duncan reigned them back in. Then his quickening hit me.

He had not been very old but contained so many other quickening. It hurt. I felt my cells being fried and regenerating one by one. My blood boiled nearly bursting out of my body. My heart beat faster and faster. I screamed in agony.

I had long since fallen to my knees now collapsed on the floor. Shaking with the quickening power within me. Slowly agonizingly slowly the quickening was slowly contained.

And then the memories hit me. The memories of his life, and the memories of the people who's life he had taken. Some horrible, few good. They burned in my mind. I took a deep breath and pushed them into a corner of my mind. To be assimilated later.

I got up and groaned. Because of the quickening I was highly sensitized. Everything just felt more acute. I could also feel my sex pounding in the same rhythm as my heart. I felt the typical slipperyness of 'post-Quickening' horniness. And I knew, I very very much desperately needed a hard fucking.

I looked up at Jake who was being held back by Methos. I looked at Jake and then Methos.

"Jake, are you going to or will he?" I asked, inclining my head. My voice deeper and unusually husky. I am sure the look I gave Jake was heated.

Jake swallowed. His pupils dilated. And he nodded. And I swear I could see him scenting the air before his eyes fluttered.

"What is going on?" Edward asked.

I ignored him and stalked over to Duncan holding out my hand. He rolled his eyes and gave me his black credit chip.

I got into the car and told Jake to get in.

When Jake tried to speak with me I shut him down.

"Jake you and I will not make love. We are going to fuck. Raw, honest, violent and unrestrained fucking. And when I am like this I need pain. And I like to give as good as I get. Think your man enough to take it? To take me? To take me like the wanton bitch I am today at this moment? Can you treat me like that? Like a wolf, Wolf?"

"Bring it on." He growled. The growl came from deep in his chest and aroused me further.

As soon as we were in the door of our hotel room I basically attacked him.

I put my mouth over his. It was not a kiss. It was a heated battle for dominance. Duelling tongues, gnashing teeth and biting at the fore front.

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When we awoke in the morning. My quickening had indeed settled. I did not remember the night all that clearly some was lost in the quickening haze of lust.

I looked at Jake beside me. He… was still asleep. And looked a little worse for wear. He was still covered in some bites, scratches and bruises. Which told me just how rough we… ok ok I had been. If he still had bruises, scratches and a few still clearly visible bite marks even with his werewolf healing powers.

I felt a little guilty for hurting him so much. But Quickenings drove me madder than most immortals. The shield in my mind fought against outside influences which included memories that were not mine. Which means the assimilation was more difficult, unless every fiber of my being was wholly distracted.

I got out of bed quietly, took a shower and ordered Room-Service. And since I was unsure what Jake liked I ordered 1 of everything.

As soon as room service got here, Jake got up as well. Trust Hunger to wake the hungry wolf. Not looking at me but the food. He began eating , well inhaling really and after a few minutes I could not hold back. I laughed. There was just something very absurd to watch this small giant of a man act like a starved teenager. He looked at me and I could see mischief in his eyes. But he put on an affronted air. "I'll have you know I had a very long exhausting night. An evil succubus attacked me, had her wicked way with me and drained me so dry I have had enough to last me an immortal lifetime."

I laughed loudly at his exaggeration, laugh tears escaped my eyes. He could not hold it in either. "Damn it Ella you're a real demon in the sack. If I were anything but what I am you'd have killed me." He stated.

"But what a way to go, eh?" I answered.

He laughed: "Yeah. Too true. Too true." He paused briefly and continued seriously "Ella I love you , but…"

"You're not in love with me. I know. "I stated firmly.

"Yeah, I guess I loved you and was in lust with you. But I don't think even then I was actually IN Love with you." He explained further.

"I know." I re-affirmed.

"Not that you're not a very attractive woman and all but-" at this I impatiently interrupted him.

"I KNOW!" I nearly shouted. "Just glad you know it, too."

He laughed. "Damn you're even bossier and smarter than I remember. When ..?"

"Jacob … I spent a few years uninterrupted in a Tibetan monastery. There aren't any issues that I have not figured out." I stated simply.

"And how long 'Oh wise one' were you there? How much time did you spend there until you had your grand epiphanies?" he teased.

I smiled. "Not long, really. Only a decade, or so."

"…or so?" he echoed questioningly.

"Ah well you know how it is. You stop counting after a while." I said nonchalant, I took a big bite of a bagel.

"We didn't. Stop that is. Every year, on the day of your death we came together. We counted the years since your passing. We remembered. And we counted Ella. We counted every damn fucking year." At first he was serious. And then he grew hoarse his voice thick with emotion.

"Do you have any idea? Any at all what you did to us? Don't get me wrong, we're thrilled to have you back. And not only the incarnation that we hoped for. But you, you. And in our grief we forged the unlikeliest of alliances. It might never have happened otherwise. But damn ,Bells! You hurt us deeply. The nature of the pack mind means that this tragedy has forever scared our psyche. And I am no mind-rider. But I think the Cullens were even worse off. For us immortality was and is sort of temporary. Until we find our imprints and stop shifting to live with them. So we do really expect to die one day. And go on…" he gestured vaguely with his left hand.

And he continued. "But our friendly neighborhood Vamps. They aren't really used to the concept of mortality. They fully expect forever. And even Edward. Who knew you would die a mortal death if you would have lived out your life. I think it was something abstract for him. Not quite real. Until… well until we saw your corpse." He trailed of once more. His eyes were distant his mind far away lost in memories long ago. His eyes glistened traitorously.

I continued to eat quietly, trying not to disturb his thoughts. Not knowing what to say. To say I was sorry, well that was a lie. I did not like all that had happened to me. I could have done without it. But without it I would not be who I am today. Without every single bit of my past, I would not be me. And I do not dislike who I am.

I stopped when I noticed he had come back and was staring at me. Expecting … something.

"Oh Jake," I sighed. "I don't know what to say…" at a loss for words.

"Are you Sorry?" he asked me bluntly looking me squarely in the eyes.

I looked him squarely in the eye and answered negatively, I told him exactly what I had been thinking. Also I added that I truly thought that I was who I was supposed to be.

He nodded thoughtfully. And we continued eating quietly. Then he said. "If you are not sorry, and you are sure you are who you are meant to be. Then … all is good. All is well. Then it was worth it. And in years to come maybe I can believe that too."

We nodded to each other and had reached an understanding. I knew. I just knew we'd be fine. We'd be friends. Great Friends.

"You know Edward will be incredibly pissed." Jake stated in there was mirth dancing in his eyes.

I frowned. "Why?" I asked not quite getting it then.

"Are you kidding me? The guy is still a virgin. Waiting for his one true love, that's you by the way! And he measures you by his standards. By his standards you just chose me instead of him. Please Ella remember, the guy still holds the morals he grew up with." He exclaimed exasperated.

"Huh? It was just sex, hell it wasn't even that it was fucking. Hard, unrelenting, rough fucking." I answered confused.

"Yes, heavy on the rough." He rolled his eyes. "Can you remember what you thought then? Can you remember how you felt? Think back Ella. And also tell me how you would feel if he had had lovers. Or would now."

I tried to remember back to the time were I thought differently. It seemed so long ago. It seemed an infant's way of thinking to me now. And then I thought how I would feel I had learnt he had been with others. Ah hell I felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of non-existant hypothetical lovers.

"Ah well I guess I can understand. Despite how slutty I may have come across. You are only my 6th male lover. Including one-night stands." I paused and added in a rushed mumble "Well my 6th voluntary one anyway." I felt I need to say it but was not sure I wanted him to know.

He froze and asked stonily. "What do you mean?" he sounded like he wasn't sure he wanted the answer.

I sighed. And prepared to tell him of the months I spent in hell. The months…, that felt like years. I breathed in deeply and locked away my feelings so I could tell the tale.

I began in a very calm detached almost dead voice. "I guess it had to come out some day." I looked at him and saw I would have to tell the tale. He would not be satisfied without it. I drank another sip of my drink to stall. Not tasting what it was.

"There were 62 of them. I remember each of their faces. I killed them. I killed them all. I even killed their girlfriends and family if they had them. I regret that most of all. I killed kids as young as 7. And then I killed even more. More like them. I lost count. It was the prodigy of an old enemy of Methos, the enemies name was Kronos and was killed long ago. But his prodigy lived…."