Chapter 10: This is not the end
The flabbergasted Emma whispered "Azriel is my mom... And her true name".
"It's no surprise she came as Clair to you Emma and I know how hard it must have been for you and your family, but your father Victor (Dracula) stone did what's right by keeping you and your sister safe", said Hanna Wise.
"Maybe if I talk things out with her, she might reason with me and put an end to this without hurting anyone", Emma said. "I've to try at least".
"Emma I know how you feel but your mother never cared for anyone but herself", said Hanna. "You've to move on and safe the colonies".
Just in their moment of discussion, Emma sensed the imperishables approaching as they planned their next move. The imperishables came to the Wise with Hanna confronting them in courage.
"You can't have us... Whatever you're planning won't succeed", said Hanna.
"We only came for the girl!", Veronica Replied. With her pushing Hanna aside as she walked towards Becca Wise and was about to grab her but was eventually stopped by Emma who used her magical blast on her.
"You're never getting her", said Emma with a straight face. With Veronica aiming at Hanna shot a powerful blast that went through her as she glitched. Viewing the apartment she noticed all was just an illusion spell that wore off.
"Impressive!", Veronica said in astonishment as they all heard a vehicle driving off. "After them!!!...", Veronica yelled to her minions.
The Lycans transformed as they went after the moving vehicle with some hunters chasing from behind with their vehicles. Marcus on the other hand could smell Emma's friends close by when Grace came running at him in full speed, pushed him off balance as he got up to fight.
"You're a fool to have face me alone... You'll die like the rest of those who defies mother's will", Veronica said to Dante.
"Mother's will is of no good intent", Dante replied.
Meanwhile, the IMPERISHABLES went after the Wise, Liliana watches from afar only to see Emma chasing after the imperishables who went after the Wise. The Lycans howl in pursuit with Emma using her abilities in taking them out one after the other. She'd teleport to kill some Lycans, destroyed the rides of the hunters, creating an illusion spell to cover the Wise's tracks after killing the last werewolf from behind, when another came charging towards her as she was pulled aside by Liliana who ordered the werewolf to cease attack.
"Sister. You work for them?", Emma said angrily.
"What the hell are you doing?", said the werewolf who reverted back to his human form. "Mother said blood didn't matter, that was the whole fucking point".
"Not my sister!", Liliana replied showing off her fearsome fangs. "So stay the fuck away".
On the other side, Grace and Dante battle with Veronica and Marcus vigorously as Veronica was impatient took Marcus with him and teleported away in retreat.
"Not today!", said Veronica as she teleported away with Marcus.
"You knew all this time and you said nothing... You left without a word", said Emma. "And now you're going after an innocent child... What the fuck Liliana. Think". With Liliana trying to calm her down for her to listen.
"Listen to me sister it's not what you think", said Liliana. "If I can be able to convince mother she might reason with us".
"Mom won't listen for fuck sake. Sister", said Emma with body language as she moved back a little with her hands on her head stroked her hair backwards. "Is Peggy even alive?", Emma asked which Liliana responded positively.
"How about Karl?", Emma asked with Liliana looking downcasted.
"No! No! No!!!...", said Emma, pushing Liliana multiple times on her chest backwards while the werewolf watches as they were being watched by Veronica and Marcus from afar.
Liliana was able to stop her sister from hitting her continuously as she begged for her to try to understand her.
"At least try to obey that I've a plan installed for us", said Liliana.
"oh c'mon sis let's be honest, I frequently disobey every word of yours". Emma replied.
"What is she doing?", said Marcus. "Get her!",
All of a sudden, Veronica manipulated the werewolf to transform and attack Emma which Liliana killed in an instant without hesitation.
"It seems mother's favorite has become a Judas to the family", Veronica replied as she took off with Marcus.
The story continues with Liliana and Emma on their argument and discussion.
"You need to be strong Emma and am sorry for not being there when you needed me the most", said Liliana. "And I want you to know that'll always love and protect you no matter what. But as of now, you can't do it all alone, listen to me for once and obey". She said as she vanishes in thin air.
"Oh I listen sister!", said Emma. "But it's the obeying part am not good at".
Veronica and Marcus went back to report to Azriel (mother) on their failure due to Liliana standing in the way of their success. Up on hearing this, mother was furious with great rage. "My own daughter!", said Azriel in remorse. "It is high time we prepare to eliminate those who stand in our way".
Azriel had prepared an army of IMPERISHABLES for victory and with the legendary talisman been presented to her by Veronica, she (mother) used a drop of her blood in resurrecting Rita Wood.
Dante and Grace caught up with Emma who informed them of the safety of the Wise.
"The imperishables are preparing for war... They're ready to take back from the first order of supernaturals", said Emma.
"So what do we do now Emma?", Grace asked.
"I've an idea!", Emma replied. With Dante informing them he had to meet an old member who might help in winning the war.
Emma and Grace teleported to meet with the guardian for aid. And on the other side, Dante had returned to the place where he was turned, he entered through the dark tunnels, an underground tunnels that led to the coven of vampires. He got there only to see them in jubilation, when he looked at his right, he saw three female vampires having threesome, close to the female vampires, another was devouring a victim, on his left, he saw gay vampires make out, exchanging blood. Some vampires stared at him in a strange manner when a female vampire came seducing him of which he ignored her. He went straight to the main room where two bodyguard vampires stopped him but was granted pass when they heard a voice that led him in.
"Dante!", said Shawn White who embraced him warmly. "If he ain't the prodigal son who's returned. He awaits your arrival". Taking him to meet with his maker Charles as they shook hands.
"It's good to see you back in one piece my boy", said Charles who's happy to see him. "What's wrong, son".
"I need your help!", said Dante. "Azriel maker and mother of all vampires is alive". On hearing this, Charles eyes exploded wide open as Dante broke down in details.
"Obnoxious", said Shawn White. "Vampires still possess the abilities to day walk". With Shawn not believing all that was been said put a hand to feel the ray's of sunlight from an opening which burnt him, removing it on time to recover.
On the other side, Emma and Grace met the guardian as she asks for his permission to use the altar in reaching out to every supernaturals for their aid. As she was told that the altar was destroyed during the cause of battle for centuries.
"Clear your mind Emma... You're an Omega, connect with your inner self, be one with all things supernatural", said Elijah Wood.
She'd as she was instructed with her eyes closed, and when they were opened they shinned CMY (cyan, magenta, yellow) and being able to reach out to all supernaturals, The fairy colony, the witch clan, the packs (wolf clan), the therianthropes, Lycanthropes, Vampire clan, most of the human colony even Azriel could hear her. She spoke to them all telepathically. Including the hunters.
*Emma's Message*
I know for thousands of years, humans had lived peaceful before the supernaturals, I know for centuries mortals had lived peacefully with the supernaturals. For thousands of years, we've fought an endless war, a war of bloodshed, taste for power. But that's not what we're or who we're.
Our Ancestors fought for a better cause protecting the colony, reuniting with one another to make a better world for all. We all might have heard stories of old, legends and myths as we can decide of what we are meant to be. It's our destiny.
Destiny... Huh! Destiny is a gift. Some go their entire lives, living in existence of quiet desperation. Never learning the truth. That what feels as though a burden pushing down upon our shoulders is actually the sense of purpose that lifts us to greater heights.
Never forget that fear is but the precursor of valor. That to strive and triumph in the face of fear is what it means to be a mortal, and a supernatural. We don't want a divided colony or clans, we want a united home we once lived. For how long are we to sit back and suffer in presence of courage, truth and justice. To take back our lives, our homes in order to protect our loved ones. We do not choose our destiny, it chooses us. And those that knew you before fate took you by the hand cannot understand the depth of the changes inside. They cannot fathom how much you stand to lose in failure…that you are the instrument of flawless design. And all of life may hang in the balance. The hero learns quickly who can comprehend and who merely stands in our way.
The colony is large. Large enough that you think you can hide from anything. From Fate. From our Ancestors. If only you found a place far enough away. So you run. To the edge of it. Where all is safe again. Quiet, and warm. The solace of salt air. The peace of danger left behind. The luxury of grief. And maybe, for a moment, you believe you have escaped.
You can run far, you can take your small precautions. But have you really gotten away? Can you ever escape? Or is it the truth that you did not have the strength or cunning to hide from destiny? That the world is not small. We are. And, fate can find us anywhere.
We are, if anything, creatures of habit. Drawn to the safety and the comfort of the familiar. But what happens when the familiar becomes unsafe? When the fear that we've been desperately trying to avoid, finds us where we live?
To survive in this world, we hold close to us those on whom we depend. We trust in them our hopes, our fears… But what happens when trust is lost? Where do we run, when things we believe in vanish before our eyes? When all seems lost, the future unknowable, our very existence in peril… All we can do is run. But for how long, where do we run to, where does it come from? This quest? This need to solve lifes mysteries when the simpliest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we would be better off not looking at all. Not delving. Not yearning. But that's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here. Yet still we struggle to make a difference. To change the world. To dream of hope. Never knowing for certain who we'll meet along the way. Who, among the world of strangers, will hold our hand. Touch our hearts. And share the pain of trying.
We dream of hope, we dream of change, of fire, of love, of death, and then it happens, the dream becomes real. And the answer to the quest, this need to solve life's mysteries finally shows itself, like the glowing light of the new dawn. So much struggle, for meaning, for purpose, but in the end we find it only in each other. Our shared experiences of the fantastic, and the mundane. The simple, supernatural and human need to find the kindred, to connect, and to know in our hearts that we are not alone.
The sun rises on a new dawn. Yet few of us realize the debt we owe to those responsible for this. To those who dwell among us. Anonymous, seemingly ordinary, whom destiny brought together to heal, to save us, from ourselves.
When confronted by our worst nightmares, the choices are few. Fight, or flight. We hope to find the strength to stand against our fears but sometimes, despite ourselves, we run.
It is man's ability to remember that sets us apart. We are the only species that is concerned with the past. How memories give us voice. And to bear witness to history so that others might learn. So that they might celebrate our triumphs and be warned of our failures.
There are many ways to define our fragile existence. Many ways to give it meaning. But it is our memories that shape its purpose and give it context. The private assortment of images, fears, loves, regrets. For it is the cruel irony of life that we are destined to hold the dark with the light. The good with the evil. Success with disappointment. This is what separates us. What makes us human and supernatural. And in the end, we must fight to hold on to.
A child is born to innocence. A child is drawn towards good. Why then do so many among us go so horribly wrong? What makes some walk the path of darkness while others choose the light? Is it will, is it destiny? Can we ever hope to understand the force that shapes the soul? To fight evil, one must know evil. One must journey back through time and find that fork in the road, where good turn one way and bad turn another.
We are all connected. Joined together by an invisible thread, infinite in its potential and fragile in its design. Yet while connected, we are also merely individuals. Empty vessels to be filled with infinite possibilities. An assortment of thoughts, beliefs. A collection of disjointed memories and experiences. Can I be me without this? Can you be you? And if this invisible thread that holds us together were to sever, to cease, what then? What would become of billions of lone, disconnected souls? Therein lies the great quest of our lives. To find. To connect. To hold on. For when our hearts are pure, and our thoughts in line, we are all truly one. Capable of repairing our fragile world, and creating a better colony of infinite possibilities.
My name is Emma Stone, daughter of the great immortal dracula. So who's with me to victory.
Some in large numbers responded positively, as some ignored as she could read all their thoughts.
"I'm proud of you sis", said Liliana from afar in an unknown location.
"I hear you loud and clearly my child", said Azriel.
Dante on the other side with the vampires all heard what was said by Emma.
"She lives after all", said Charles. "You've our support Dante..."
"This is insane, we'll die", said Shawn angrily.
"No we won't", Dante replied. "I assure you, Emma has it all under control".
Somewhere in the fairy colony, Sharlene heard what Emma had said as she smiled while her armies prepared for battle.
Emma and Grace teleported to wicca sabbat with Clara Johnson informing them of Taylor Lance condition. At that same moment Dante arrived being that Emma had already told him of there whereabouts before his departure. They all head to meet with Peggy's mom who's between the state of life and death.
"Our magic could barely sustain her, she's dying Emma", said Clara. "I feared this would be heartbroken for the chosen".
They all felt pity on her as she could barely see or speak. "We need to give her some space to recover and prepare", said Clara.
They all head out with Dante who was about to leave when Taylor grabbed hold of Dante's hand without their notice and spoke to him telepathically.
Clara asked them to meet her at the council chamber where they would be holding the meeting as she thanked Emma for what she'd.
Emma realized something going on with Grace who stared at her in an awkward manner.
"What?", said Grace with a smile.
"Does he know?", Emma said. "About the baby?".
Grace was a bit surprised to know how Emma knew of her pregnancy, telling her it wasn't yet time that she needed to surprise Dante. Emma was very happy for her and Dante. They met Clara Johnson at the council chambers to plan their next strategy.
"Emma, it's good to have you back alive", said one of the council member. As they strategize.
"The IMPERISHABLES would becoming with battalions but we'll be ready", said Clara Johnson. "I've made contact with the witches of light at Pytaminc, also the fairy colony are in alliance with us".
"That's very good", one of the council members replied. "As we need to rescue the chosen one as well. We don't know what Azriel is planning and it's not something good for any of the supernaturals and mortals".
"Mother could try all she want but she won't succeed, not this time, not today, as long as we've each other. We'll end this war in victory", Emma said.
"All plans are in motion", said one of the council member. "We need to move this fight far away from the humans".
Then, they all departed to their various ways for preparation. While Emma was walking down the stairs she heard a voice calling out to her telepathically.
"Emma... Emma!!!...", The voice whispered continuous but a bit faint. As Emma held on to a wall to balance herself when her astral form left her physical body, she saw herself right where the voice had led her to.
"Peggy!", said Emma as she ran to where she was tied.
Peggy opened her eyes to see Emma when Azriel came from behind and put her hands on Emma's shoulders and whispered into her ears. "Only you can save them", said Azriel. "Give that which was never meant to be and in my mercy will I spare what's left of the supernaturals".
Back at wicca sabbat, Emma opened her eyes to regain consciousness.
"What'd you see Emma?", Grace asked.
"I saw Peggy... I saw mother", Emma replied. "But there's something I need to do alone. I'll be back". As she teleported away.
She came to a small town in a local resident where she met with Tyler O'Hara who's with his family.
"You shouldn't have come to me, Emma Stone", said Tyler.
"You know why I'm here", said Emma.
"And am not helping. I heard your call, I've left that life and moved on", said Tyler.
"You've a beautiful home, a lovely family", said Emma. "But all that won't last for long if you don't help win this war. I know Lafayette..."
"Don't you dare say his name", said Tyler.
"I know he was a good man, trying to prevent what we're facing now. I understand, cause I've seen it happen", said Emma. "But if you don't help, my mother would destroy those who do not succumb to her... I need you, we all need the greatest hunter in all colony. We all need Tyler O'Hara. So please join us, for I know this is what he would've wanted. Please".
Tyler never responded as he walked away backing her without a word entered his home. Whereas his family had seen and heard all what had happened from the window.