Bella McLeod
Healer
This is my first Twilight fic, and it is a femlash, featuring Bella and Rosalie as a couple. So, if you don't like, please head somewhere else.
As an introduction, you may want to read "Snape McLeod" since the Bella that trained Tobias there is the same one here, only a decade later. It's not a requirement for you to read it, especially since I try to untangle things as the story progresses. I altered the timeline to fit my needs, so… she met Snape in 1997, they parted ways in 2000 and it is now 2011, when she moves to Forks with Charlie.
Bare in mind that I do not own Twilight, nor its characters, so if you recognize any of them, THEY'RE NOT MINE. I only own the idea of making Bella Swan part of Clan McLeod.
I also not own the Highlander series, characters and concepts.
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Bella McLeod
Chapter 36
Healer
"Would you rather have Rosalie try to find us?" he said gesturing to Clara and himself
I was too stunned then to feel the pain in my leg, so I still I tried to rise and stand. He stared at me while Clara walked slowly toward me. I could feel the warmth of my blood flowing out from my shoulder and from my broken leg. I was curious why he had not reached for any of my blood, he must have had better control than I gave him credit for. I wondered then what Clara's involvement was in all this. I didn't want to believe what my eyes were seeing. Did not want to believe my best friend would betray me like this.
"No" I said firmly at him then I stared at Clara, begging for an explanation "Why?"
"You shouldn't have left me Bella." She said shrugging "I love you. I have loved you for so long." She added slowly rising her voice "And yet you just dismissed me! Time after time! Never serious, always used just a way to scratch an itch. And then, you fell for your Watcher! Had to do something about it, and then when I thought I was finally going to have you forever, it turns out you fell for that stupid blonde" she seethed while tightly gripping the sword in her hands. "So, if you're not going to be with me, I won't let you be with anyone else" she said raising the sword and quickly slashing my stomach. "I didn't want it to come to this Bella" she said swinging again barely giving me a chance to move while wrapping my head around her words, slashing this time at my arm "I even put the price on your head to keep me from having to do it myself" she confessed, shocking me enough to freeze.
"Wait!" said James. I realized I had closed my eyes in resignation, when I opened them he was gripping her hand, keeping her from striking my head off. "I want a direct taste of her" he added letting go and coming closer to me.
In the blink of an eye, James had his teeth sunk in my wrist.
I'd never given much thought to the different ways I could die — though I'd had reason enough in the last few months more than the last 60 something years — but even if I had, I would not have imagined any of them being like this. I stared without breathing into the dark eyes of the Hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me. Surely at his hands was a better way to die than at those of my best friend. Even if she had betrayed me and offhandedly admitted to Gaby's death, my previous Watcher whom I had loved dearly. I never would have met Rosalie. That ought to count for something. Of course being what I am, it was inevitable to die once in a while. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision to be there at that moment. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. So like Evangeline and Gabriel, I chose to be thankful for the time I had spent with Rose.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he finally let go of my wrist. James eyes intently gazing into my own while he swiped his mouth clean. I wondered only for a second why he let go and chose not drain me of my blood.
Through the nausea, burning pain and dizziness, I saw Clara anxious to attack again and somewhat slowly readying her own sword to strike and behead me. I tried to smile at her, a sad smile that was more likely a grimace of pain. Saying my goodbye to her. But Rosalie's smirk came to my mind, and how upset she would be if I let myself be killed like this. So in a last ditch effort, through the pain cursing through my veins from James' bite, I ducked just in time to avoid Clara's sword and surprising all three of us I managed to pick up my own discarded sword and stroke at my opponent, managing in that fragment of a second to behead her instead.
The Quickening was nothing like I've ever felt before, the usual pleasant feeling was overpowered by the burning in my veins and the electric shocks only made it worse. By the time the Quicky was over, I was laying flat on the ground again still in so much pain that I involuntary started to twitch. When I managed to partially open my eyes, I realized James was crouching ready to pounce me again. His black eyes clear indication of his intent. 'Let it be quick now' was what I thought at the moment.
I gathered all my strength and reached for the vial inside my right pocket, my final shred of hope. One moment of strength in this hell of a nightmare of pain was all I needed. Then, as James jumped at me, the moment he grabbed me by the neck, I crushed the vial and softly whispered "Severus" Immediately after, the pain was too much to bear, and I started to drift as I felt the unpleasant yet familiar tug at my navel that I had come to associate with Tobias' method of travel. The last thing I saw before ending up unconscious was Rosalie's scared expression as she tried to reach for us the moment we vanished.
I could only hope that her mind was clear enough to remember where we would meet as a last resort, because I had just used it. I was going to Tobias', wishing he was ready to deal with James and whatever would happen to me as result of James' venom in my bloodstream.
A/N (December 2023): Soooo… does this qualify as a chapter? I say 'nay' it doesn't. However I did not want the month to pass without an update. So here is this snippet of what will be the end of the story.
I do apologize; I forgot that preparation for Holiday Season is always a hassle at work. Next update, hopefully by mid to late January will be the final one. Mmmh… or second to last. Still undecided.
Now, this last part was actually planned all along since the moment I wrote "Snape McLeod". Though I had planned to use it a little different… this was going to be like this: "I had used the last resort. What Tobias said was a Portkey, linked to his place." This portkey was supposed to be a bracelet or recently, the dagger I mentioned before. But I figured, and correct me if I'm wrong, that a password activated portkey is less likely to be used or given by Snape, than his own potion version of Floo Powder…
So, my logic here, just to clear this up, is that if Snape had not died as he did in the books, he would have invented at some point in his life, among other things, a potion that worked like the Floo Powder without having to use a Fireplace. Regardless of Magical capabilities, since for example the Floo Network can be accessed and used by squibs, then it stands to reason that could also be used by Muggles. So the same could be said about Snape's own version of floo powder without it having to be connected to the network. In the Potterverse, probably it would have been for Aurors in case of emergency. Here, well, to get away of sticky situations such as this.
I had to make Bella choose between this vial or a blood replenishing potion.
We'll see now what happens with the venom in her body and how it affects her. Still pondering on the final details of that.