A/N: Twilight isn't mine. Thanks to Stephenie for dreaming up these wonderful characters. I don't want to steal part of her Saga; I'm just adding a bit to it. And this is my first attempt at writing (outside a journal), so please leave advice, reviews, and constructive criticism...

I tried to strictly adhere to the storyline and available dialogue found in Breaking Dawn. I'm not trying to improve on Breaking Dawn. This story is to BD as Midnight Sun is to Twilight... same story from a different perspective...

More chapters are already on the way. Hope you enjoy...

"Houston?" she asked, as I led her through the gate in Seattle. "Just a stop along the way," I assured her.

I couldn't hide my grin as I contemplated the million theories she most likely had running through her head. I didn't need to read her thoughts to know they were all wrong. She would never guess, and I knew without a doubt that no one had told her anything. Still, I found myself curious, as always, as to what she was thinking. Perhaps, I would be able to read her mind soon, after... if there was an after.

I tried to force the vile thought from my head as I watched her slumbering peacefully in the seat next to me, but it refused to leave. What if she didn't live through this night? What if I lost control, for that one fraction of a second that it would take to destroy all that I held dear? It would mean the end of her, my love, my life, my beautiful, naive wife.

I shook my head. I didn't deserve the faith she had in me. As much as I loved the way she regarded me, I knew better. I was still a monster, even more so now that I had resigned her to share my horrid fate. If only there were some way for me to become human again. I would suffer through the very fires of hell to be able to do that for her, to spare her from becoming a monster, just to be with me.

How could I go through with this? Dooming her to an eternity of Twilight, never again to experience the simple joys of human life. I was stealing away all those possibilities out of my sick, selfish desire to have her forever. She would soon be immortal, never changing, never growing old, having children, grand children, a normal life. So much that I could never give her.

If only I had been stronger, able to resist the pull she has on me. If I could've stayed away, for her own good, she could've had those things with someone, and I could've watched over her. I would've enjoyed a real human life, in a way, through her. But I couldn't resist her. Since she'd lived through that first day in Biology, she'd haunted me mercilessly. I smiled. I would love her forever, if I didn't kill her in a moment of passion.

I scowled as that thought, no, that fact, intruded back into my meanderings. I had to think of some way to talk sense into her. I couldn't live with myself if I were to hurt my Bella, yet how could I break my word? I frowned at my own weakness. I should've never agreed to this, knowing as I did that it could be our last act.

If I were to harm her, I would NOT survive it. I promised myself. I already knew the pain of being without her. Now I tried to imagine how I would feel, knowing I would be responsible for her death. I wouldn't feel it for long, I swore. I would go straight to Italy. And this time, I wouldn't give the Volturi any other option but to end my existence.