I'd never really though about how I would die, I guess I just assumed it would on the battlefield, fighting a Dark Lord -- though these last few months, I have had reason enough -- but even if I had thought about it, I would never have imagined it would be anything like this.
I stopped breathing as I stared across the long room, into the dark red eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me.
Dying in the place of someone else, someone I love isn't that the best way to die? Some might consider it noble even, that ought to count for something.
I know that if I had never discovered the letters from my mum, and never come here to Forks in search of answers, I wouldn't be here, facing certain death now. ;But as terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret my decision. When fate deals you cards that are so far from your expectations, it is unreasonable to grieve when life comes to an end.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he slowly walked towards me, walked towards me to kill me.
This is based on the Preface of Twilight, Stephenie Meyer. Most of this is copied straight from the book, though I have changed some bits to fit the plan for my story.