Destined Paths | Alice cullen

Chapter Forty-Five: "The Battle of the Newborns"

The day had finally arrived. The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when the Cullens and the werewolves gathered in the clearing, their faces set with determination. This was it. The day they had been preparing for. The day they would face the newborn vampires.

Edward, Jacob, and Bella were stationed at the mountain, their role crucial in the plan. Down in the clearing, the rest of the Cullens and the werewolves prepared for the imminent attack. Eliana stood among them, her mind racing. She knew what she had to do.

The battle began with a deafening roar as the newborns charged, their movements uncoordinated but ferocious. The Cullens and the werewolves met them head-on, their training evident in their precise and efficient movements. Eliana found herself fighting off multiple newborns, her strength and agility giving her the upper hand.

In the midst of the battle, an idea struck her. She could use her element of fire to destroy the newborns. It was a risky move, one that could potentially harm the Cullens if not executed carefully. But it was a risk she was willing to take.

With a deep breath, Eliana focused on her power. She felt the familiar heat building up within her, a fiery energy waiting to be unleashed. She directed it towards the newborns, careful to avoid her allies. Flames erupted from her hands, engulfing the newborns in a fiery blaze.

The effect was immediate. The newborn vampires shrieked as they were consumed by the fire, their bodies disintegrating into ashes. The tide of the battle turned in their favor, the newborns falling one by one.

The battle ended as abruptly as it had started. The clearing was filled with the ashes of the newborns, a grim reminder of the battle they had just fought. But they had won. They had defended their home, their loved ones.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, painting the clearing with its golden light, the Cullens and the werewolves stood victorious. They were bruised and battered, but they were alive. They had faced the newborns and emerged victorious. And as they looked at each other, a sense of relief washed over them. They had done it. They were safe, at least for now.

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A few days had passed since the battle. The Cullens and the werewolves had spent those days healing and recovering, the tension of the impending battle gradually replaced by a sense of relief and accomplishment. They had fought off the newborns, protected their home. Life was slowly returning to normal, or as normal as it could be for them.

Eliana, however, was grappling with her own internal battle. The anomalies she had been experiencing - the sleep, the blood - were still a mystery. She had kept it a secret, not wanting to worry the others. But now, she felt the weight of her secret pressing down on her. She needed to tell them.

She found the Cullens gathered in the living room, their faces relaxed, the stress of the past few days slowly fading. Alice, Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, and Edward - they were her family, and she owed them the truth.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the room. "I need to tell you something," she began, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. The room fell silent, all eyes on her.

She told them everything - about the sleep, the blood, her confusion. She didn't hold back, laying bare her fears and uncertainties. She watched their faces as she spoke, saw the confusion and concern mirrored in their eyes.

When she was done, the room was silent. They were processing, she knew, trying to make sense of something that defied everything they knew about their existence.

Finally, Carlisle spoke. "We'll figure this out, Eliana," he said, his voice calm and reassuring. "You're not alone in this."

Eliana nodded, a lump forming in her throat. She was scared, yes, but she wasn't alone. She had her family, and they would face this mystery together. As she looked at the faces of the Cullens, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She had shared her secret, and they were still there, standing with her. And in that moment, she knew that no matter what happened, they would face it together.

Eliana looked at the Cullens, her eyes wide with realization. "Jane told me they found me in New Orleans," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The room fell silent, all eyes on her.

New Orleans was known to be home to many vampires and werewolves, but there was one name that stood out - Nicklaus Mikaelson. A hybrid, a being both vampire and werewolf, known for his power and ruthlessness. And if Jane's hint about her dangerous father was anything to go by, there was a possibility that he could be her father.

The thought sent a shiver down her spine. The idea of being related to someone as notorious as Nicklaus was overwhelming. But it also made a strange kind of sense. It could explain her anomalies, her ability to sleep and bleed.

"But there's more," Eliana continued, her voice steadier now. "I might not know who my father is, but I do know my mother's name. It's Yelena."

The name hung in the air, a piece of the puzzle that was Eliana's past. The Cullens exchanged glances, their faces reflecting a mix of surprise and understanding. This was a lot to take in, a revelation that could change everything they thought they knew about Eliana.

But for Eliana, it was a step closer to understanding who she was. She might be a vampire, or a hybrid, or something else entirely. But she was also Yelena's daughter, and possibly Nicklaus Mikaelson's. And with the Cullens by her side, she felt ready to face whatever truth lay ahead.