3rd Person Pov

Raven's loud and unpredicted scream surprised everyone in the clearing including the Moriatus that halted its step and stared upon him amused, but still surprised. Suddenly, trees began to rustle ecstatically and hurried. As if some otherworldly force was manipulating it. The winds also picked up speed and blew past Luna and Scar. Past the Moriatus, past the broken Garnet, and even past Raven and flew into the interior of the woods and out of sight.

There was a strange and unfamiliar commotion in the forest. The winds carried Raven's voice while it was repeatedly screaming the name of the one that could save them. The winds became strange and took on a personality of their own. Into every direction, they flocked like birds. The trees began to rustle their leaves even harder. One tree would do so, and then the next, and then the next, and then the next again. It was as if they were throwing things at one another, or wriggling themselves free. But no, they were not. They carried Raven's message over the distance and into every direction. They were like beacons. If one tree knew, it would pass it on to the next, and then again, and again until they all knew what was happening, and realized whom they needed to find.

The winds took on the light and almost undetectable form of serpentine like dragons that flew through the forests searching and seeking the scent of someone. The only one, that could still hear them. However, it was not just the trees and the winds. The water, the rain drops that fell from the sky intermingled themselves with the wind and rode them, also wanting to seek out and pass on the message from Raven.

Several miles up ahead, just barely over the Canadian border, there was a small tree covered clearing. The trees there grew so tall that they over crossed their branches and leaves. It also hid the sky, and barely allowed any sunlight to penetrate. There was a small cliff, perhaps only eight or nine feet tall that overlooked a small lake. It was rich with fish and other aquatic animals and covered with lily pads. The lake was emanating small yellow crystal like glitter thanks to the small bit of sunlight that did pass through the trees.

Up on the cliff, and overseeing this small, but beautiful place stood the very thing that the forces of nature were now seeking. She wore low heels and black pants that were wavier on the bottom. Her shirt was a gentle purple garment that enclosed her breasts nicely and traveled down stopping just underneath her belly button. The purple shirt though grew a bit longer in the back and took on the form of a pedal belonging to a lily. She was covered with a long, sleek, and elegant black coat. It was Belle!

Yet, she was not as she usually was. Her white snow like skin grew dark beneath her eyes. The eyes that Raven felt dripped with warmth and strength were now sad, and despaired. There was no longer a red glow, but simply hardness. The sides of her lips were quivering as broken breaths entered her mouth and nose. She was crying.

She held something in her hand out before her and stared at it pained and tormented. It was small and round. Perhaps the size of a ping pong ball, but flat, and had spikes. A large one on each end that pointed towards the east, west, south, and the north, and two smaller ones in-between each of them. It resembled the shape of a sun and was made out of bronze metal. There was a very small hatch that revealed the inside of what appeared to be a small locket. Inside it was a rotating and lightly violet lily made out of some form of crystal. Each of the five pedals had a yellow nod that were lighting up every time a quiet yet high pitched note was played. Yes, it played a soft and soothing lullaby. The melody sounded as if it was played by a Xylophone. It was a small musical locket.

Belle looked at it while whimpering and with a sadness, and sorrow that had existed within her ever since she was reborn to eternity. She closed her thin, and feminine white fingers around the locket gently and held it close over her cold and dead heart. A heart that would surely beat again if only the melody of the locket was complete and did not stop in the middle as if there was another piece needed to make it sound whole.

Suddenly, from somewhere behind her erupted a ferocious wind. The trees began to rustle uncontrollably and the dragon like breezes had finally reached and found what they sought so badly. The winds began to play through Belle's hair and tackled her from behind. At first she paid them no mind, but that state did not last, not even for three seconds. The trees. They began whispering.

… …. …. Milady... … 

A very high pitched, quiet and female voice suddenly began to speak even though there was no one, but Belle in this forest. At least no one that ordinary mortal could recognize.

Belle turned around immediately and surprised. Instead of being shaken or shocked by the invisible voices, she looked directly at the tree which had spoken to her while the winds blew through its orange leaves.

Belle! 

She recognized the voice that the wind was using to speak and re-examined the interior of the winds being.

Belle now saw small sparkles in the body of the breeze and recognized the water that lay within. The wind suddenly dropped one single drop of the rain. The drop was a perfect watery sphere and headed straight towards the ground. Belle now squinted her eyes and allowed her vision to literally zoom in to further observe the sphere.

Then in the reflection of the rain drop, there were images. Images it had carried for all those miles. It was like watching a movie. She saw Raven's face lit up with horror, and the dry sobs that he was crying. She saw the passing image of Luna and Scar as they laid on the ground: broken and vulnerable. She saw Garnet holding his head and holding back moans of pain. Then a new image flew across the watery body of the drop as it was on its one second descent to the ground.

It was a face that she knew. It was a face that belonged to a creature she had been after for the better part of a millennium.

The rain drop collided with the ground and exploded into numerous crystal like sparkles of water. The message had been sent. Those that had been forgotten by humanity and even vampires were called on once more and aided those they gave life. It was life aiding life.

It was a gesture that was not seen. But suddenly, the small locket that was nestled in Bella's hand was gone and stowed away in her pocket. She crouched and roared louder than any other vampires could. It was a roar that could put lions to shame. There was, but an unnoticeable dark flash and Belle was gone.

Life succeeded, and Raven' s message was heard. It was now up to the most powerful vampire of all time to reach the Wolff's in order to stop the Moriatus from carrying out its unholy deed.

It was also time for Belle to finally get her revenge after seven thousand years.

Raven Pov

Go now, winds, water, trees. Make your journey swift and fly on wings made of cotton and sparkle this cry of misery to every corner of Forks and the forests. Be speedy like the jaguar. Pierce and trash all obstacles to find the one soul powerful enough to stop this monstrosity. Travel over the great divide of time if you must. Bring me the one that can put an end to all this evil. Throw these emotions and tears over the sea, over the desert, and through the deepest of jungles and summon an ancient force not known to mortal and immortals alike.

There was a short pause, and a stillness that had not crossed this misty and grayish scene ever since the horror finally arrived. What had we done to deserve such a celestial and unjustified judgment? Was it simply because of what we were? Was it because we had always envisioned ourselves as the most incredible force, and most awesome power on this living earth that we were now faced with a fiend that would drink our fluids instead? The words in my dusty thoughts began to run dry as I must have used every word in my vocabulary in order to create a sense of organization to this apocalyptic event.

The scream that I had unleashed upon the unsuspecting clouds, vampires and Moriatus here quickly died away. There weren't enough seconds for me to continue anymore. I felt like every single living breath within me had now been completely and entirely depleted. Like there was nothing left, but the sorrow, despair, and shame.

Though my sudden outburst had caused waves of serenity to grace us for, but a decade of a second, they did not last for as long as I had wished. The Moriatus wore a mocking and amused smile upon its dark and wet lips. It was entertained by my last resort or trump card as I'd like to call it. How could I wrong it for this? Belle, a trump card? I had never even imagined doing what I had done. It seemed ridiculous now and fatally time wasting.

The apparition had evaporated the second I had unbound my voice and screeched my last hope to the heavens above. I had hoped for a rain of mercy, perhaps some sort of revelation, but of course, nothing. The question was still out on why I did it? Was I dealing with myself? But if I was, then how was my subconscious mind aware of things that I had never even considered before or even thought possible? Nature as a living force of communication? It was certainly clear that the plant life around us was very much alive, but to use them in such a manner? Never in my darkest and most deepest thoughts would I have thought it possible for mere trees to associate with one another. I didn't think that it was me at all. I don't think it was me trying to stop me, but rather something else, something I was unable to explain in this current hour. I was sure however, that I would not have an hour left to live.

The Moriatus, ever hellish and flatulent decided to take this manner on a slow pace. It had already chosen its victim and it was Luna. She managed to get up off of the ground while I yelled. Well, not completely. Much like a dog, she was now on all fours, and breathing steadily and heavily. I could hear the sensitive noises of her ice like skin pulling itself back together. She was on the mend, but her healing capacities would not serve her fast enough before the beast would make its move.

Garnet saw the paralyzing gaze the beast threw into Luna's direction and began growling and hissing uncontrollably. Unlike Luna, he had been cured of his injuries and had lit a new fire of determination within his old bones. He jumped up off the ground and landed on his two feet like a giant causing a small tremor in the earth beneath us. He would do anything necessary to guard his mate from this demons intention. However, I doubted it would be a successful campaign even though deep down I wished it could be.

Garnet bolted and stomped forward and directly towards the Moriatus. His teeth were exposed and ready to strike like a snakes deadly sting. The attack he was attempting was too simple, unfortunately. It was too straight forward and far too obvious. The Moriatus turned his head bored and unascertained by Garnet's advance. His last step was harder and sank into the muddy ground before he used his might to push himself forward, and hard. He opened his arms and revealed the full intensity and brightness of his venom coated teeth.

I grunted and unleashed a growl of my own when the Moriatus waved the back of its dark brown and oily hand forward and hit the side of Garnet's face, tossing him into the air and causing his body to do a full side way spin before colliding with the ground. Just like that, once more, Garnet had been taken down with, but one simple yet devastating gesture. The side of his face cracked much like the night Belle had done the same thing to him, but to a lesser extent. As an added bonus, his neck was broken.

Fast as the nearly unseen lightning itself, the Moriatus surrendered his full stare back to Luna. Garnet was nothing, but a simple obstacle and had been easily overcome. It would be Luna to suffer first before the rest of us, like Gnash. He was still alive. I could hear his broken and hushed thoughts. Yet, for how much longer? Would there be anything we or Clem could do in order to maintain his life?

"Something."

Small whispers began spilling over Scar's whimpering lips. She had been hit the worst and was still recuperating, unbelievable! What would we tell her? How would we. I suddenly halted my pitiful and unnecessary thoughts when images began appearing in Scar's mind. They were visions. They were like sentences with missing words. There were holes and fluctuations again. I was surprised she was able to see anything at all. Lately, her mind had been so blank that I had been wondering if she was seeing anything at all. The pictures showed nothing, but the forest. There were simply rain drops dancing and jumping from leaf to leaf. But out of nowhere and with a motion strangely familiar to that of a shooting star, a dark flash like shadow moved between the trees. It was extremely fast! Even if it was just a vision with no real vivid details, I could see that it moved at a hundred times as fast as I could. Could it be?

"something is co-ming."

My eyes widened in realization. Could it truly be that for once, the angels of destiny would grant us divine pardon? Would she even be able to? I suddenly felt my throat coming alive again and new fresh breaths anchoring themselves there. Though I could still not move. Damnit! These chains, this bind was simply impossible to relinquish. This was no longer on a physical level. This held momentum of untold force. It was a pure mental prison in which I was the caged monkey.

The Moriatus took several more steps forward and suddenly arched its wings and pointed its sharp ends of the bones directly at Luna. She was petrified. She had fallen on her behind and held her arm out before her in a pathetic and failed attempt to measure up a defense. There was nothing that could protect her from this. I tried again. I tried so hard to clench my fist and punch myself off of the ground and jump on that monsters behind and do what little I can to help her, or even, to win time until... Did I truly believed that she would arrive? I didn't. No, I didn't. But there was something else within me that did.

Out of nowhere, the Moriatus pointed its wings even more precisely and now I knew it was ready to impale Luna like it had done with the two nomads.

"You son of a bitch! Don't you dare touch her or I will freaking kill you! Get the hell away from her!"

Garnet's enraged curses did not stop the Moriatus' decision. Luna's bottom lip was trembling quicker than quicksand. There were small whimpers and cries of fear befalling her as well.

"Luna! Luna!"

"Move out of the way! Don't let the beast get you! Fight, Luna!"

"Luna, sweetheart no! Luna!"

Our combined pleas could not capture her attention. It was too late. The Moriatus wings flung forward and towards her. I just saw them as they impacted right in front of her and unleashed a small twister of dirt and earth to erupt and created a wall of blindness. I could not penetrate it. The tip of its wings were beyond it and without a doubt, within my sister.

"No! Luna!"