Look at this! It's the conclusion. Amazing! Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed, and for everyone who just read, thank you as well. Writing is so much more fun when you can write for people who enjoy your work. My apologies for not getting this finished sooner. Hopefully in the future, I can stay on schedule! Have a very merry Christmas, everyone!
Disclaimer: All characters from Blade, Underworld, and Twilight belong to their respective creators. Not me. Also (I feel the need to clarify this), I don't usually write stories that include profanity. However, in the case of these three universes, omitting the "bad words" would compromise the characters, which I'm trying my best not to do. So, that being said, there is some mild profanity in this story, and I dearly hope that doesn't offend anyone, but it was a choice I felt I had to make. Please note the rating. Thank you.
Author's Note: Please be aware that this fic takes place after the conclusion of Breaking Dawn, and there are spoilers everywhere. So if you haven't read Breaking Dawn and you don't want any surprises ruined for you, please stop here.
by Amos Whirly
Epilogue: Something to Get Used To
I'm sitting on a stinking wet park bench in a park in Forks, Washington. If it were just me, I'd be pissy because there's not much worse than sitting on soggy wet wood under gray clouds on a chilly day in the Northwest. But—I'm sitting beside Abby. So that helps a bit.
We managed to get a lot of the burn damage on her arm fixed up, and nobody notices it's even there (well, nobody other than me, Blade, and Zoe).
Blade is still his old self. He hasn't changed at all. But then—nothing changes Blade. He stays the same day in and day out. If watching the man who raised him get blown the hell by the people they were trying to save didn't phase him, having the kid he only halfway helps take care of kidnapped won't change him at all.
Abby's different, though, since it happened. And so is Zoe. They still fight like wildcats, but it's not the same as it used to be.
I'm afraid to say it, but I want to believe that maybe the kid finally got it through her noggin that Abby loves her. And, again I may be going out on a limb here, but I wonder if Abby realized that Sommerfield's death wasn't really her fault after all. But I might be psychoanalyzing the two of them too much (yes, I know what psychoanalyzing means).
It's been six months since the kidnapping. Six months since the end of the Volturi. The number of vampires in New York didn't increase, and neither did the number of Lycans. They're about the same as they were—dwindling if we have anything to say about it.
But maybe Selene was right. Maybe the time had finally come when the covens were given the opportunity to govern themselves.
I suppose time really will tell.
I have to admit that I'm really in shock about all this. At the Cullens' invitation, me, Zoe, and Abby came out here to Forks (it's dreary as hell; I don't like it; maybe I should have stayed with Blade back in New York—then again, he might have killed me without Abby there to protect me). And in six months, Nessie looks like she's grown five years older. If she were high school age when we met her in New York, she's college age now.
I feel sorry for her parents.
I can't imagine what that would be like. Zoe's growing up too fast as it is.
Zoe wasn't sure what to make of her at first, but before we knew it they were gabbing up a storm. I was glad to see it. Zoe doesn't have enough friends. So it only makes sense that she and Nessie Cullen would strike up this weird friendship thing.
Weird on our end too. We're not exactly used to the idea of hanging out with vampires. But the Cullens are good people—even if they are suck heads.
Even Jacob Black came out to meet us—dragging Seth and Leah Clearwater along with him. He had to introduce them twice before I remembered them as the wolves from Jacob's pack who had saved our asses.
We chatted for a bit before Jacob went off to hang with Zoe and Nessie.
"How long do you think this will last?" Abby's voice is quiet.
I really hadn't expected her to talk. I was kind of just hoping we could sit and be quiet for once, but there she goes again and reminds me that she really is a woman, full to the brim with words.
"Will what last?"
She glares at me like it's a dumb question.
"This." She points at Nessie and Zoe. "This—friendship, I guess."
"Well—if I know Zoe, it could be a while. And Nessie seems to like her back." I frown. "Is this a trick question?"
"I don't know if I want her to be friends with a vampire, King."
"Isn't that a tad bit discriminatory?"
She glares at me again. Okay. So she's not in the mood for bull shit.
"Abby," I say, "give the kid a break. Who's she going to be friends with at home?"
"She hasn't tried."
"Because who is there?" I fold my arms. "Like it or not, she's always going to attract danger—because that's who we are. So how's your conscience on her spending the night at some innocent's house, leading Lycans or suck heads right to them? At least if she spends the night here, the Cullens will help her fight them off—and nobody'll croak."
She makes a sound like she hadn't thought of that.
Who knows? Maybe she hadn't. I doubt it, though.
"I just want what's best for her, King."
"I know you do," I say. "You love her, don't you?"
"Yeah. I do." She looks over at me. I can feel her eyes. "Do you?"
"Do I what?"
She's glaring again. Damn, I love it when she glares at me. "Yeah, Abby. I do."
She nods. "Good." And she settles back against the bench, and she doesn't flinch when I put my arm around her shoulders.
"Do you think it's over?" she asks after a long time has passed.
That's an interesting question. Is it over?
Michael and Selene have checked in once or twice whenever they unearth another nest of Lycans or vampires, but either they've all gone into hiding or we really are making a dent. Because no new suck heads or mutts have popped up in a long time.
"I don't know," I say. "I guess there'll always be something. Because you know when we finish off the last of the suck heads and the werewolves, we'll end up fighting aliens or something."
"No, think about it. It'd be like Star Wars and shit." I wave my free hand around making the Vulcan hand sign. "May the Force be with you!"
"That's live long and prosper, dumb ass."
"Hey," I smirk, "what are you so upset about? Who cares if I mix my universes? Everybody knows that shit's not real."
"Kind of like vampires and werewolves, right?"
Yeah. I like the sound of that.
Nessie and Zoe are running back toward us. Jacob follows at a more reasonable pace. I think Nessie wants to introduce Zoe to her grandparents. I'm thinking maybe Abby and I can just stay put. One grandpa's a doctor; the other one's a cop, and I'm not too keen on either of those.
To my intense surprise, Abby agrees, and we watch Nessie and Zoe run off together. Again, Jacob is following them, unwilling to let Nessie out of his sight.
I'm grinning at Abby, and she notices.
"I didn't think you'd let her go without us."
"She's a big girl, King." Abby leans against me just a little bit. "She can take care of herself."
Forks, Washington is dreary as hell, but even though the sun is hidden somewhere up above those damned clouds, I can't help but feel all warm and happy inside.
That's the story.
It's pretty incredible, if I do say so myself. We beat up the bad guys, got suitably bloody enough to look dashingly sexy, and saved the world from certain annihilation—or at least eventual digestion. Not bad for a day's work, especially considering that I actually got the girl in the end.
Both of them, really.
And that makes me very manly and tough. Maybe even more manly and tough than Blade (because he didn't get any girl). Or even Michael—just without the teeth. I know I look manlier and tougher than Edward Cullen, and my hair doesn't do that ridiculous poofy thing. Poofy never equals manly-and-tough. And I know I don't sparkle in the sunlight. Edward Cullen is sparkly and tough; I'd rather be manly.
Anyway, if anybody cares, I'd say this was a happy ending, even if it isn't really an ending. Kind of like the rest of our lives, it's more like a to be continued type of thing, since there are still suck-heads and mutt-faces out there.
But my girls are safe and Blade hasn't killed me yet, so that sounds like a happy ending to me. And, in this business, you have to appreciate the happy moments when you get them. So I do, and I will. Because as Abby leans on me and I listen to Zoe laughing as she's running off with her friends, I get the feeling more of these happy moments might be coming our way.
And that's something I could get used to.
Because even manly and tough guys like me enjoy happy endings.