Bella

My heart was thumping in my chest and fear was coursing through my veins. Jasper kept a strong arm wrapped around my waist as he growled at my father. I placed a hand onto his chest to stop him. He stared at me in bewilderment, "I'm the only one who can beat him."

My father laughed then turned serious as fire erupted from his hands, "You are going to beat me?"

I stepped forward then paused and held up a finger, "One minute," I reached down and ripped the long, bloody red dress up the center so my legs were exposed, "Much better." I heard my family's dry chuckles. I placed my hands on my hips and gave my father a challenging look. He smiled, beckoning me forward with his flaming hands.

"I would be careful, Isabella. You know how daddy says don't play with fire." He crooned. I glared at him.

My wings emerged from my back easily, wooshing out and folding over me, "It's Bella."

He smiled one more time and then his wings flooded out. They were stronger and much more powerful than mine. How was I going to win? Mom told me to trust my powers and I would win. But, how?

Then he lunged. I wasn't expecting the attack, but my wings covered my being protectively, blocking my father's attack. A growl ripped from my throat unintentionally. I was turning animalistic, my lip curling and adreline pumping through my veins. I could hear the family approaching, but I threw out my shield to keep them away. I didn't need their help.

His hands punched away my dark wings and grabbed onto my arms, lifting me into the air. His eyes suddenly glowed red and he looked up to break through the stone ceiling with his fiery eyes. He threw me through the rest. I cried out each time I went through a ceiling before I landed feebly on the roof.

"Bella!" I heard Jasper roar as he pounded into my shield. The family was trying to calm him. I scrambled up when I saw my father levitating up, his strong arms crossed on his chest, "Give up, Isabella."

"You know, this is exactly why mom left your ass. You're such a dick." I sneered.

He laughed, "Of course. I'm fucking Satan, what did you expect?" Then he was lunging at me again. I snarled again, slamming him away with my wings. He was thrown through a strong wall and into a tower. I flew inside, he was gone and it was dark. I scanned my eyes over the destroyed room and suddenly, I couldn't breathe, "You must be my daughter. No one else could pull a manuever on me except my own flesh and blood." He held my face at the dirty mirror in the dark room, "We're just alike." I stared at us, his pale hands folding around my neck, our same skin tone, our black eyes, our full, pink lips pulled back over our white teeth.

"We are not!" I shrieked, grabbing his arms so I could flip him over my body. Then I was running, over the roof until I reached the edge. His hard body connected with mine and we flew high in the air, wrestling. His punch sent me out for a second and I slammed down to earth. I flew through the roof and landed hard on the ground, back in the thrown room. My wings cracked and adjusted back to their normal form. I sat up, my wings crying in protest. My father was laughing from the hole I created. My family's anxious eyes were watching me, Jasper's boring into mine.

I flew up and landed a solid punch on his gut and jaw. Red crimson flooded from his mouth. I could feel my eyes glow white. My mom's power was starting to take over. And then everything went white.

Satan

I needed to kill her before the powers flowed and allowed her to beat me. Her eyes glowed an shining palid and I stared, knowing her inner demon had overtook her. This was what I wanted. Her eyes shot the light out to me and it burned into my skin. I roared in pian and anger as she smiled visciously. Her hands grabbed onto my wrists and I knew what she was about to do. It was what her mom did to seal me. To get away and allow our child to escape to earth. I was not about to be put away again. If she was powerful enough, she could keep me wrapped up for thousands of years.

I gripped her upper arms and brought us back to the air. She didn't falter like last time, instead she floated gracefully in the air. I watched in awe as her wings turned white. She was becoming more powerful and I needed to kill her now.

I lunged forward, my eyes glowing as I tried to hit her with my flamed hands. She dodged swiftly out of the way, flowing her wings so a strong breeeze could knock me back down. She was beating me and I couldn't allow it.

"I created you, Isabella. And I could destory you!" Her face turned blank as a glowing light created a sword in front of her. She took it in her hands and smiled. Then the sword was in my chest, slicing through me and my daughter's victorious smirk in front of my eyes. The Sword of The Angels was the only thing that could kill me and they placed it into the hands of this weak girl.

"It's Bella." She whispered to me as she twisted the sharp spear in my chest, digging through my heart. My eyes turned back to normal and blood sputtered into my mouth.

"I'm your dad." I hissed hoarsely as I fell feebly on the sword.

Her face scrunched with anger, "No, your not!" Then she yanked it out and I roared, about to tackle her. Giant lurges of fires wrapped around my arms and pulled me back down, yanking me back to Hell. I roared and screamed and kicked, but it was no use.

"Isabella!" I bellowed before the fires overtook me. It was over.

Bella

My eyesight slowly returned to me and I peeked from my lashes to see Jasper. He smiled at me sweetly, his calloused hands wiping the wet tears from my cheeks. I could smell the rotten reek of vampire. They had killed the Volturi. Peter and Charlotte came to knlet beside me, tears in their eyes.

"Is it over?" I whispered hopefully. Blood stained my arms and a strange looking sword in my hand. I dropped it quickly as Jasper pulled me into a hot, passionate kiss, "I love you."

"I love you, too, Sweets. Don't ever do that again." He replied softly, stroking my cheeks.

"Bella!" Called a high familiar voice. We all turned our heads to see my mother. She smiled at me, it was gentle, but tears were in my blue eyes. I grabbed the sword and Jasper's hand to drag them both to my mother. She took the sword and smiled at me again, "I always believed in you, my child. You can come and live with me now," She rubbed my arms, "We can finally live in peace."

I stared at her then glanced at my parents, then at Jasper's upset look. He squeezed my fingers then started to let go. I shook my head and turned back to my mother, "No, mom. I can't. I belong here. ON earth." She stared at me then nodded aceptingly.

"I would've thought so, Bella. It was worth a try." She smiled then with blinding light, she was gone. Charlotte screamed and pulled me into her arms, ignoring the bloody limbs.

"Mom..." I cried into her shoulder, "I was so scared."

"Me, too, baby. Me too."

Peter hugged me and I wrapped an arm around both of them. Jasper pressed his lips softly to mine, smiling at me.

Finally.

I was home.

Okay, I know, crappy ending, but finally! It's over! I had such difficulty writing it. I know it's pretty short, but I like this one and I will be finishing Hazel Eyes!

lOvE yOu GuYs!