Preface
Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine. Nothing is. Sob.
Song For Preface: Nothing Else Matters, by Metallica (Alternate: My Black Dahlia, by Hollywood Undead)
She was mine.
He had no right to do what he did. Sure, he was a brilliant man. Not many could design a chemical formula to cure vampirism. But still, he could have asked if we wanted to be humans, instead of releasing that stuff in what looked like a Vexxon container. Instead of killing off so many vampires. Instead of the mass murder…
If only she hadn't been so determined to go back inside. If only he hadn't seen her face, turned the canister on, filling the room with that noxious purple gas that smelled like opium and sour peaches. Maybe if I had made her come with us, she'd be safe.
Now she's screaming and I'm holding her, trying to calm her. But she's in so much pain, she can't hear me. Crying out, begging me to change her, to save her. Tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving ribbons of water.
And half of this was my fault.
Alice Cullen was dying in my arms.
A/N: Kaley's birthday present.
Okay: I have one chapter typed, aside from this. One chapter is half typed. I have...11 of the 25 chapters written in my notebook. It'll take a while. Bear with me here.
And listen to the songs.
