AN: I don't own Twilight, S.M does. I just like to play with the characters.
I just have to say, I'm bring this story to a close. I'm highly disappointed in it and it didn't go where I wanted it to. I got stuck and felt that it was going nowhere. I'm going to put the rest of what I have up tonight. If I decide to revisit this story it will be a complete rewrite. I'm just so angry with myself right now. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!
This is the final chapter folks, please don't hate me!
My eyes opened to white. Not the off white that is soft and comforting to look at, no, the blinding fucking white that burns your retinas out of your skull. I slammed my eyes shut to save myself the pain and blinked a few times to get them to adjust.
"What happened?" I muttered groggily.
"You died." A familiar, rough voice explained.
My eyes shot to where the voice had originated, my father stood there smiling proudly at me. "Dad?" I gasped.
"Not quite, but sort of." He smiled sadly, "I'm the father of all things, but I chose this form to comfort you."
I sat up on the bed angrily, "You're God?" I growled, "Boy do you owe me an explanation." I thought for a moment, "Dead?"
He chuckled and walked over to the window of the room, pointing out of it. I walked over to stand beside him and saw the end result, the battleground littered with ashes and Peter cradling my limp body against his.
"Peter!" I cried, "Send me back!"
"There is something we need to discuss first." He turned me away from the window and sighed. "You were my gift to the world and because of it, you have suffered a great deal. I truly am sorry for what you have faced."
"So that's just supposed to make everything better?" I snarled.
"Isabella, if you could go back and change anything, would you?"
"Of course I-"
"What if it meant giving up Peter?" He interrupted. "Everything you have faced has led you to your destiny, to your other half. I have never seen a bond as deep as the bond you share with Peter. I didn't know I could create something so spectacular."
"It was an accident?"
"Even I make mistakes. Nothing is infallible, not even God." He smiled again, "Your bond is keeping your body alive and that is why we can have this little chat. If I put you back into your body now, you will suffer a great deal of pain. I am easing what suffering I can to try and make amends for what you suffered in the past. If Peter leaves your body, it will die though, luckily the angels are keeping him informed of what he needs to do."
"Angels?" I asked.
"Peter's intuition, it comes from here. The angels have guided him for as long as he has lived."
"Why?" I asked quietly.
"To bring him to you, to end your suffering. Peter exists for you and you alone, and you exist for him only. Without one, the other will perish." His tone was sad, I hated seeing the expression on my father's face, even if it wasn't really my father.
I'd already known I would die without Peter, there was no doubt about that. "What was that weapon?" I asked.
"It's an angelic weapon, only angels can use it and it becomes what they need to defeat any enemy."
I was confused, "I'm not an angel, nor is Peter."
"Isabella, be more aware. A drop of angel blood is enough to wield the weapon. I hand crafted the two of you myself, of course I added the necessary qualities. Peter needed just enough to be able to communicate with the angels directly. You would call him 1/100th angel. Your abilities are much stronger, you would be considered one third angel, that's just putting it in terms that are easier to understand."
I considered his words, "Why me?"
"If only you could remember. It's always been you, your soul has lived many times, but everything kept going wrong. You were in the first war, my best soldier, you followed your orders and didn't step outside of them. You were content to remain on earth until I called you all home, until your sister stabbed you in the back out of her own greed. I kept your soul, your abilities and personality, I put them into other human bodies, but they never reached shield potential, never even met with the supernatural, and it was like history kept repeating, a sibling kept killing you. When I put you into the body that is yours now, I made sure you were going to come into your full potential. I didn't allow you to have siblings, and I brought suffering into your life. It had to be done."
"So, what, I'm a soul in a meat suit?"
"Not at all, you are Isabella Swan and Isabella Swan is you."
"How long has it been?" I asked.
"Over a week, Peter hasn't left your side once."
"He needs to feed, send me back." I snapped, I didn't want to hear any more of his bull, I wanted to go home.
"It's not time yet. Your body is still suffering a great deal. Besides, don't you want to see the splendor of heaven?" He smiled.
So I let him show me, but I was disappointed. It was peaceful and soft, but it wasn't for me. I needed the chaos, the battles great and small, I needed Peter. God turned to me and smiled, "You can stay if you like."
I shook my head, not even having to think on it, "I don't want to be here. Peter is what I want, he's what I need. He is my paradise."
He nodded my father's head and grinned, "That's the bond I was talking about, no one has ever or will ever turn down heaven for their mate. No one other than you, and I'd wager Peter would as well." He laughed out loud, "Alright, you win. It's time to wake up Bella." He leaned in and kissed my forehead.
"Bella, it's time to wake up baby, come on, I can't do this without you." Another voice murmured brokenly.
My eyes fluttered open and I heard his sharp intake of breath as our eyes met and his lips crashed down on mine. I could taste his relief, but I was too blissed out in the kiss to think much on it. That was my heaven, right there, kissing me.
"I thought you were gone." He breathed, peppering my face with soft kisses and smiling jubilantly.
I yanked him down to me, my strength restored and my need for him strong, it felt like I'd been away from him for years. I broke the kiss and shoved him away, "Go hunt, now." I growled.
A moment of conflict passed through his eyes, but then he was gone. I sat up in the bed and glared up at the ceiling. I was still angry at God, though I'd gotten some of the answers I needed. I figured it was time to let the others know I was alive. When Peter returned I would tell them everything that I'd learned and I could finally start my forever.
Later that same evening, Peter and I went for a walk in the forest. He was still riding a high after I told him I'd said no to heaven for him and wanted some alone time to appreciate it. We came to the edge of a pond and sat down on a fallen log.
Peter surprised me by coming before me on one knee, he took both of my hands in his and whispered my name. "I promised you that I would help you carry your burdens and I meant it then as much as I do today. Isabella, you are everything to me. You are a woman that kept getting knocked down, but you were never beaten. You're strong as hell, not only physically, but emotionally, and I needed that. I needed the venom of your anger and the spark behind your eyes. You are an amazing creature and I'm so lucky to have known you at all, even luckier that you gave me a chance to love you. I've never felt love so deep that I would give up heaven for it, until you. So, baby, what do you say, why don't we make our own paradise?" He smiled, holding out a velvet box.
He opened the box to reveal the most astonishing ring I had ever laid eyes on. It was simple with a decent sized diamond in a silver band. What was astonishing was the fact that there were wolves etched into the band. "I looked everywhere for the perfect ring, and then I found this. I know that those wolves were important to you and I want to give you a way to carry them with you forever as long as you stay by my side."
"Yes." I whispered, "Yes, yes, yes!"