A/N: Sorry to be bombarding you guys with stuff this week. Hey, at least I'm writing right? I wrote a drabble the other day and latessitrice said I should post it. I was wary of posting something so short but then decided if I created a 'story' on here that would be a collection of drabbles it might be okay? So I'm going to try to do at least one drabble a week. The prompts won't come from one specific place. Sometimes they'll be picture prompts, other times word or quote prompts. If you want to throw a prompt my way go for it. The ratings and characters will vary from drabble to drabble and while I realize that technically a drabble is only supposed to be 100 words mine will likely be slightly longer. Sorry.

This first one is a photo prompt. I'll try to link the photo on my profile but in case you can't see it it's of a tree in winter. The sky is grey and there's no buildings or anything. It's very desolate looking.

All characters property of Stephenie Meyer. I'm not going to have these beta'd because it seems silly to have such short things beta'd. This is for fun and exercise. Not perfection. Special thanks to glasscannonlj for helping me choose the title for my drabble project.

Thanks for reading. Reviews are love and we all need love.

Bella stood and looked out across the wasteland that used to be her home. You could hardly tell that anything had ever been here at all. The terrain stretched out before her, seemingly endless except for an occasional snow capped tree. They had been dead for decades along with the rest of the planet. Dead like her. Dry, desiccated, and standing alone in a barren landscape.

People try to tell you that being a vampire is glamorous. Back when there were people anyway. What they don't tell you is what happens once the food runs out. They don't tell you about the panic, about how everything falls apart and it becomes every man for himself, or about the eventual cannibalism that occurs. That's how she'd lost them, her family. That's how she came to be standing here alone in the only place she'd ever called home.

It wasn't like in the movies. She couldn't just walk into the sunlight and make it all go away. She hadn't seen another of her kind in years. There was no one to provoke, no royalty to smash the hammer of justice down upon her and erase her from existence. So she came here. The place where she had been truly born. The place where love had become something real and not just something in the pages of her books.

Edward…

She thought his name with sorrow, wondered where he was and hoped he had found Heaven. The pain she felt being separated from him nearly cleft her in two.

She lied down on the snow covered ground and closed her eyes. Her skin shimmered like the fine white snowflakes beneath her and the cold of her skin kept them from melting.

I'll just rest awhile… she thought to herself.

She began to sing softly:

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day; earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away; change and decay in all around I see; O thou who changest not, abide with me.

"Abide with me, love," she whispered. "Abide with me…"

Lyrics are from the hymn Abide With Me.