ISABELLA'S REVENGE PART 2

  "Please… let us go. I promise you'll never see us again," Carlisle pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation.

  Jasper scoffed, cutting in before Carlisle could say another word. "I make no such promise," he said, standing tall with unwavering confidence. His golden eyes gleamed with determination as he turned to Isabel.

  "Isabel, you must know by now that I would make a far better mate than Rosalie," he said smoothly.

  A cold, twisted ugh slipped from Isabel's lips—low, sickly, and unnatural. It sent a shiver down Carlisle's and Edward's spine, making the air heavy with impending doom. Then, in an instant, her ughter stopped.

  Jasper suddenly dropped to his knees, a strangled scream ripping from his throat as his body convulsed in agony. His hands clutched at his temples, eyes wide with shock and pain.

  "Did you think your gift would make me fall in love with you?" Isabel's voice was ced with venom, her expression twisted with contempt. "All it did was irritate me, you fool. A demon's mate is a treasured gift among my kind. We will do anything for our mate—and I mean anything—without hesitation," Isabel said, her voice ced with rage as it radiated off her in waves.

  Dark energy radiated from her, crackling in the air like a brewing storm. Jasper's skin began to bcken, veins darkening like ink seeping through paper. Blood spilled from his eyes like crimson tears.

  Edward burst through the door, his face pale with horror. Carlisle remained frozen, unable to move, his mind struggling to comprehend the nightmare unfolding before him.

  Jasper's agonized screams reached a fever pitch—then, abruptly, they ceased. His body colpsed into nothing but ash, drifting through the air like dust on the wind. Not even a shred of clothing remained.

  Carlisle stood in stunned silence, his grip tightening around the knife in his trembling hands. He swallowed hard as Isabel turned to him, her piercing gaze locking onto the weapon he held.

  Her expression darkened. "Who gave you that knife?" she demanded, her voice cold and sharp as steel. She recognized the knife and had a feeling who gave it to Carlisle, she'll deal with her brother ter.

  Carlisle's throat went dry. "I—I… I can't tell you," he stammered, barely above a whisper. "Please let me go and I promise you won't see me again."

  Isabel exhaled a slow breath, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "Men like you… always making promises you'll never keep."

  Before he could react, Isabel's sword was already in motion. He never felt the bde slice through his flesh. Only when his vision tilted did he realize—his head was no longer attached to his body. It tumbled to the ground with a sickening thud, his body colpsing a second ter.

  Isabel flicked her sword, venom dripping from its gleaming edge, then slid it smoothly back into its scabbard. Kneeling, she pried the knife from Carlisle's lifeless fingers.

  She pced a hand over his corpse and, with a flick of her wrist, fmes erupted, consuming his body and the house in a roaring inferno. Fire spread rapidly, devouring wood and stone alike, until nothing remained but smoke and a bckened patch of earth.

  She took a deep breath, sniffing the air. Then, a sinister smirk curved her lips.

  "No matter how far you run… I will catch you," she murmured, her voice carrying through the night.

  Then, in a blur, she vanished.

  It took her no time to track Edward.

  She arrived in Aska, where an isoted cabin stood against the icy wilderness. It had been a long time since she had st set foot here. Memories stirred, but she pushed them aside.

  The cabin door swung open. Five vampires stepped out, their faces familiar. Edward stood among them, a smirk pying on his lips.

  Isabel's smirk mirrored his. "It's been a long time, my children."

  The moment those words left her lips, Tanya and the others fell to their knees, heads bowed.

  "My Queen," they whispered in unison.

  The smirk vanished from Edward's face.