The Queen

prologue

Fear and blood scented the air, sharpening her scenses and making her shiver. Normally the two scents wouldnt have mattered much to her, but it was the absolute, betrayal, rage and power that had Isabella racing through the woods, faster then any eyes, even supernatural eyes could track.

Standing on the cliff high above the vally below, Isabella watched as the man fought for his life. 10 Wolves attacked taking the lone wolf in human form down, Isabella sniffed taking in the scents, rougues! Watching as the lone wolf roared and fought, Isabella saw the power in the wolf. With a dangerous snarl, Isabella was falling.

In one second she was gracefully landing on her stiletto boots, the next she was ripping the first rogues heart out of his chest, within seconds all the rogues were dead but the leader, she watched as the leader took in the stiletto boots tight black jeans, black top, long black hair and the intricate tattoos down her neck and arms, lastly he looked into her normally green eyes, now blood red with cold fury. Isabella felt a surge of dangerous satisfaction as the rogues face contorted with fear and horror as she tore out his throat.

Turning away from the dead rogues she swiftly knelt beside the lone wolf, by his scent she knew he was pack, his aura showed the power of a beta wolf. Gently she lent closer examining the extent of the wolfs injuries, she didnt flinch away when the mans eyes opened sudenly, peircing her with blue orbs, that held pain, weiriness and a deep courage only Isabella would reconise.

"Who?" The deep voice croaked
out
Looking into his eyes intently Isabella shook her head pausing the wolf in his questions
Closing her eyes breifly she descended deeply, checking the wolfs vitals and aura, with a deep breath she opened them, gazing at the wolf intently. She saw before he spoke, that he understood.

"Im dying" he said
Not a question but a statement, she heard the truth in his words but also the strength and defiance.
"Yes your dying beta" she said her gaze never wavering
Surprise flashed across his face, she knew that even now in pain the wolf was masking his rank, but it didnt matter, she would always know.

"Gabriel, my name is Gabriel." He sputtered coughing slightly.
Isabella smiled down at him, watching him struggle with the truth and his defiance, she knew that this wolf was a powerful preditor, that giving up was something he could never consider. " I'm Isabella " she offered in return.

Hearing his hearbeat slow and sensing his wolf fading, Isabella made her decision
Taking ahold of his hand she asked " life or death?" And watched as the wolfs eyes lit with understanding

"How?" He asked struggling to hold himself up.
She ignored his question and stared into his eyes, bringing forth power and magic so that it swirled within and around her, pulsing with power and strength "Life or death?" She asked again.
His heartbeat slowed as she waited for his answer.

She could sense the extreame rush of emotions coursing through the wolf, she watched as they flashed in his eyes like a movie. Opening herself up she saw flashes of his life flicker across her vision, betrayal by one he thought loved him, hurt and pain but then smiles, family, friends,and feirce pride and loyalty to his pack. Light and strength filled the depths of his aura " life" he answered strongly.

As his heart beat grew weaker Isabella looked towards the heavens, gathering her magic and power.
"Moon Mother, lady of wolves" power filled her voice, echoing across the valleys, washing over the trees and sweeping through the winds.

" he is yours, he was born yours and he will remain yours" she paused as the wind picked up and thunder rolled through the valley rumbling, " but now he is mine aswell, I claim him!"

Magic swept through the valley in deep powerful waves as she bent her head and bit, drinking deeply, she continued to drain the wolf untill his heart stopped beating. As Gabriels heart took its last beets she lifted her head and looked into his eyes, blue stared back, weak and dazed.

Bringing her wrist up, she bit, making her blood swell, magic and power thick in the air, bringing her wrist up to his mouth " drink" she comanded
Obeying, he lifted his mouth, drinking her blood.

Power sizzled in the air, taking a deep breath, she kep her gaze on the wolf as she chanted " dracul semp imortana, dracul semp sire, dracul semp familià" magic rose winding its way around Gabriel as he drunk, leaving black markings, that would identify him as dracul.

Shifting slightly while he drunk she spoke the final words "blood to blood, magic to magic, life to life, I claim you, I sire you" and bending her head, "mine" she stated biting the curve where neck meets shoulder, marking him as hers, her imortana.

The intensity of her magic faded as she moved and stood, offering her hand to Gabriel.
He stood and stared, questions burning in his eyes.
She smiled slightly offering silent encouragement.

No hesitation " thank you" he said
"Your welcome beta" she said with warmth
She saw the flash of pain in his eyes before it was gone " not any more" he whispered, sorrow filling his aura.

Taking his hand in a gesture of comfort Isabella offered him the truth, "you are beta, that power and strength is yours, gifted by the moon mother, I did not strip you of your gift Gabriel, I only offered you another gift"

Shock, followed by hope " but, how? What you are saying is impossible, a vampire can sire a wolf, yes, but the wolf looses their ability to shift, and most are not strong enough to survive the bite" he stated clearly, sounding sronger.

" you are correct" she said simply
Disappointment filled the air,
"But I am no ordinary vampire" she continued before he could say anything.

"Your one powerful vamp that's for damm sure, your sire must be strong, drinking your blood was like drinking lightning" he exclaimed grimacing slightly

Throwing her head back, Isabella laughed " my father is very strong" she answered humorously

Knowledge lit his eyes before he responded " father?" He asked, though she knew he had already guessed the answer.

"I am a vampire born, not made, my father is Vladimir Dracula, 1st of the vampires" she said genlty waiting for a reaction.

"So then your mother is lady Helena?" He asked intently, pacing away from me after receiving conformation. Turning back to me , his gaze meets mine "your father is the original vampire and your mother is the queen of the witches?"

"Former" she states interrupting him
My mother is the former queen,

"What?" He asks shocked

Sighing she again offers him the truth " while my mother is still a high priestess and a powerful witch, she no longer rules" she pauses
" I do"

He hesitates slightly before asking "And the vampires? Your father still rules?

She looks at him, by blood and magic he is hers, to raise, to protect and to guide, again she settles for honesty.
"No, I am the queen of vampires and I am witch"

Understanding lights his face, no words are needed, she is the vampire queen and while her mother held the title of the queen of witches, history speaks of witch, not just the queen of witches but the most strongest and powerful of witches.

"The Queen" he whispers in awe, kneeling before me

"Yes im the queen" she replies smiling down at him

Magic spikes, swarming us as he speaks his next words
" my queen" he states
Acceptance rings clear
"Mine" she answers
And the magic seals the bond.

The Queen stands beside him stroking his head and the wolf, now shadow wolf raises his head and howls deeply.