Disclaimer: I in no way own anything remotely related to the Twilight world and am definetely not Stephenie Meyer and I did this because I was extremely and incredibly bored.
For Alcyone's challenge.
Please review.
I've said this so many times but... I'm not from America so the grammer and spelling may be different.
Anyways... this is Victoria's POV
Flame
My true love, dead. He'll never return to me. It was all because of her.
My injuries screamed at me.
So close.
The boy came closer, kissing me passionately. Empty words of love, feigned affection.
"How many?"
"Eighteen."
"Let's go."
But it hadn't been enough.
I turned away. Lips grazed my throat.
Then oblivion.