This story's rating may later change to M due to mature emotional content.

Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight nor all of the Twilight characters present in this story, I do however, own Luciana, Roxalina, Adeline, Tristin, Vincent, and Alistair. I do not completely own Lyla or Lora, most of who they are belongs to Venus Versus Virus.

"I'd give it all, I'd give for us, give anything but I won't give up…..with you, I'd withstand all of hell to hold my hand"-Nickleback

Prolouge (pov to be revealed later)

The cathedral was cloaked in a blanket of silky darkness, except for the slanted rays of moonlight that came in a silvery blue, despite the multi colored stained glass windows. The moonlit alter at the end of the aisle where I stood gleamed and mocked me. I took a loathing step forward and the sound of my shoe against the snowy white marble floor echoed off the high vaulted walls and I exhaled in alert. It was the cloud of white breath that made me aware that it was unnaturally cold in the cathedral. I refused to shiver but the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up in the chill. The marble statues of saints and angels were half illuminated and half cast in shadows as I straightened my shoulders and walked slowly towards the gleaming marble alter. My footsteps made a loud, hollow sound in the stark silence. My chest constricted in dread and my eyelids fluttered closed with the sound of his cloak fluttering above me.

"You know you don't have to do this my love," his wonderful voice pleaded with me. I breathed the icy air deeply and all of my muscles relaxed at my angels voice. I would go to hell and back for him.

"No, I have to do this. Not for those filthy, undeserving vermin, but for you. This is the only way we can be together and I and my loved ones not die. I know that some in the future may condemn me for it, but it is the only way for you, my, and their salvation. I don't care about the pain, I'll take it. Even in the future, when it becomes the result of those put in my care, I will take the blunt of their pain." I couldn't look at him. I let the pale moonlight illuminate my face as I sealed my fate and my salvation. I heard my angel let out an anguished cry before I felt his hands on my shoulders as he spun me to face his perfect face.

"Please, my love, I'm not worth it." our foreheads touched and my heart all but flew through my ribcage.

"No, my love, I would rather suffer for you than die without you." And with that I pushed his hands away and took the two low steps up to the marble altar. I heard the loud thud of my love falling to the floor and his dry, strangled sob that tore my heart from my chest. My heart fluttered like a hummingbirds as I swung a leg over the edge of the altar and hoisted myself so I was laying on it. I could see the stained glass dome above my head depicting an army of angels (none of their precious faces as divine as my love's) pushing demons of hell back into the eternal flames. I said a silent prayer and watched as the glass above me shattered into a billion sparkling shards and my heart stopped for exactly one minute as they floated, each in their own pool of blue moonlight to shattered into multi-colored dust on the chilly floor. Even though you'd think I'd have seen the blunt of the deadly blow, I was completely protected by a sheen of pale blue light as the shards fell in slow motion. Then my fate ended and began.

My heart beat with blurring speed.

I couldn't breathe.

I was drowning.

I saw them all.

Their faces, their anguish, flashed and lingered before my closed eyes.

My body felt each blow, my joints ached, and my head felt like it was being split in two. I felt like someone was burning me with fire. My stomach was ripped out. I was slapped and punched and kicked and choked. I saw women being beaten. I saw children being molested. I saw an innocent man be completely throttled and then killed because of his race.

I writhed on the altar where I was being sacrificed. If I screamed then it was only one of the thousands I heard. If I sobbed it was lost into the sea of millions more. I clawed at my skin and was sure I had drawn blood.

I felt a fathomless and all encompassing agony run in my veins with my blood and was about to consume me when I felt a jolt of comfort and love on my hand. I clung to it like a rock, lest I be lost to the ocean of misery that lay over the entrance to hell.

As the waves of images and feelings left my body I looked up to the glassless circular opening in the cathedral.

It was snowing.

And my love was at my side.

There's a poll on my profile on who is the girl in this chapter.

Bella and Edward will be in the next chapter.