Bella pulled her legs closer to her chest, the pain filling every fiber of her being. She gasped, a choked sob escaping from her parched dry lips. She could see Edward in the distance his god-like figure trying desperately to ward of the impending evil that lurked hideously in the corner of her vision. One thought filled her mind, she had to save Edward. She rose shakily to her feet, doubling over with the pain that now seemed to ooze from her pores. Edward turned to her quickly his eyes wide in disbelief.
"What are you stupid," he screamed slamming down another body "Your transformation is not complete, you'll die Bella, run, get out of here!"
She barely registered his words already moving closer to the battle and to her beloved. She stepped over dead bodies, Rosalie lying face up, eyes glazed and lost. Jasper, mouth open in a silent scream. Evil was here and it knew exactly how to kill vampires. Bella screamed, blinded by tears of grief and tears of physical and mental anguish. She continued to move, head swimming with pain but every second closer to the man she loved. She was almost there when a shadow blocked her path. A figure swam in and out of her vision moving closer with each second. Sword raised it drew nearer. Bella stepped back and fear filled her already warped and tangled emotions. She continued to back up until suddenly she was against a wall and had no where else to turn. The figure made no further move to harm her. It just stood there blocking her from her family, from Edward.
She tried to reach them but every time she moved forward the cloaked man would shove her back or the pain would seize her in its iron grip. She watched as Alice and Emmet were hacked to pieces, both screaming, for an end. She witnessed with horror as the people she had come to know as parents, were burnt alive. Bile rose in her throat and anger filled her soul. Her mind screamed at her to do something but she was helpless. The last thing she remembered was watching Edward fall into a bloody heap on the ground, and then she too crumpled. The shrouded figures maniacal laughter following her into darkness and she knew no more.