Chapter Eight

Title: Flash Fire

Pairing: Garrett/Bella

Summary: She sacrificed a lot for her brother so he could escape hell. Now in isolation, will she find her own happiness or will war come knocking once more?

Author Note: this is going to be a drabble, so chapters will be anywhere between 100-600 words.

Chapter Eight

The next day had Enyo standing on the battleground, a storm had rolled in and it was the perfect cover for a war. She had promised the vapid bitch that was her maker she would get her Mexico. Enyo had kept her promise, taking over the border and Diego’s territory but the last coven was the one that Enyo had the most reluctance and problems with.

It was the largest coven in Mexico, taking up the majority of it and there seemed to be a never ending supply for newborns. This is what she had hoped for and planned for; Miguel’s army was never ending and vast. He after all didn’t kill off his newborns after a year; he sends them in starved and crazed before the newborns to cull the weak in the opposing army.

She of course could easily eradicate them, but then Maria would want more, would demand more.

“Go.” She ordered, flicking out her wrists.

The newborns ran forth with little order and rumbling snarls, their bodies colliding with Miguel’s cannon fodder with loud booms. She didn’t dare move as her eyes scanned the war before her, looking for her target.

Thunder rumbled and cracked across the open field, louder than the collisions of newborns and tearing of vampire flesh. Enyo walked down and through the scattered, twitching remains of her army and the enemies, her fire licking at the bodies. She didn’t care that her flames ate away the newborns, more can be created and more will be to replace the useless ones.

“Enyo.” Miguel greeted as she came face to face with him in the centre of destruction.

Enyo tipped her head in greeting. “Miguel.”

Yearlings and Miguel’s seconds surrounded her, all with a variety of emotions crossing their faces: Lust, anger, awe, fear and nothingness.

“I have upheld my end of the deal.” She said, her eyes turning from the vampires to their leader. “Maria will not be able to take down Mexico without me, you have won what once was Diego’s and she will not have hold once more. She can never have that much power.”

“Agreed Enyo, I am glad to hear you see things my way as well. That puta though effective is too blood hungry and will bring the wrath of the Volturi down upon us. I at least will make sure that is to never happen, are you ready querida?” He asked, causing her brow to raise before nodding.

“It’ll be painful but will be over soon.” Miguel whispered as his hands cupped her face, it was the closest anyone had gotten to her intimately that didn’t involve Torture or fighting. She felt her eyes slip closed just as Miguel’s hands snapped to the left.

Author Note: another cliffy? oops.



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