Disclaimer: All the characters and original story are owned completely by Stephenie Meyer. I only wrote this for fun. I admire Stephenie's work and this is inspired in her books. I make no profit from this.
Everything must come to an end sometime. School, summer break, a tasty ice-cream or a good meal… at any time and without any warning, everything ends and can leave you with a burning feeling inside your chest. Just like venom through your veins after sharp teeth have pierced through your skin.
Life has to end, also. Whether it's from a disease, an accident… or the appearance of a vampire.
When I saw his black eyes I sensed the danger. Deep inside, I knew that my life was in his hands. I didn't know how. I didn't know if he would save me or kill me. My fate was written in his ivory hands. I was sure that if anyone could read him, they would know the truth and that I was involved completely. Since the very first day I saw him.
I stood in front of him pondering about this. Indecision was written all over my face. I was sure about becoming a monster, wasn't I? But monster didn't seem like the right word. I would be immortal, beautiful… completely flawless. I would have so many new abilities. I would be sharp, strong, perceptive and most of all, fast. It sounded more like the definition of an angel or some sort of super hero. But a monster? No, definitely not.
He seemed to think so, though. In his heart he strongly believed that I would be the epitome of evil and that my soul would be doomed to hell. Or destined to disappear. But how could that be? I could see in his eyes that his soul was more alive than ever. Since he met me, his eyes showed nothing but love and monsters couldn't love… right? I knew he meant no harm. All he wanted was to keep me safe… and alive. Each time he would hold me in his arms, I could feel the love and devotion he had for me.
I wanted to talk to him about this, but I knew it was futile. He would say what he always said. That he didn't want my soul to disappear. That he wanted to keep me human. But someday I would die. I didn't want to die. Not knowing that I would leave Edward behind. And I knew that his intentions were to kill himself after I passed away. To me, that wasn't an option. To me, letting him go, making the wrong choice of staying human was most definitely out of the question.
I let my hands roam his arms, brushing with my fingers the cold of his hard skin. How could he think I would be less than perfect after I was transformed? I would be beautiful, just like him.
No, never like him. He was the personification of perfection. How could I even rival with his splendor, with his magnificence.
I breathed in the scent of his shirt as I sunk my nose into it.
Yes, I wanted to stay with him forever. I would never let him go. I would leave everything behind that could keep me away from being his beloved – and I, his – and bury those things forever.
But then I thought of Charlie. Sure, it would be hell for him. His little girl would finally grow up and leave him. And I knew I would be leaving something behind. I wouldn't be able to see him that much, at least not the later years. I wouldn't grow old and he would notice this little detail.
But as I said, it was written. My destiny was in Edward's hands, my life and my afterlife. Was it the same? Would I be the same person? Would I feel the same love for Edward? Would I adore Alice the same way? But most importantly, would I despise the scent of blood still? Would I be able to feed?
I closed my eyes, willing the tears not to fall from my eyes. I sighed and looked up to meet Edward's gaze. His eyes sparkled with love. And right then I knew that everything would be alright. Just because he would be by my side for the rest of eternity. Yes, I was ready. I was prepared to become a monster. A monster in love.