"Do you, Bella Swann, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until death, do you part?"

I couldn't help but grin at that last part. I saw Edward's lips twitch then, and knew he was thinking the same thing I was. Darkly humorous, but humorous, nevertheless.

"I do," I whispered the vow for fear my voice would break, and looked deeply into Edward's butterscotch eyes. The pastor turned his head to Edward and repeated the vow. He took my hands gently in his. "I do," he uttered.

"I pronounce you man and wife," the Pastor said, a serene smile wrinkled his face. "You may kiss the bride."

Edward's hands slowly reached up and pushed my veil over my head and cupped my cheek. Never taking his eyes off mine, he moved his face to mine and his lips gently touched mine. I closed my eyes and my lips parted beneath his, inhaling his scent.

"Bella?"

I snapped back into reality then, met with questioning black eyes. I shrugged, smiling a little, letting him only glimpse ultra-white teeth. He rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips. I grinned wider and kissed his lips firmly. He broke away and put his hand on my waist. "Let's hunt now."

It'd been about four years since Edward had turned me. Victoria had kidnapped and tortured me for nearly an hour before Alice, Emmett and Edward had arrived to save me. I vaguely remember lying limply on the concrete basement floor of the Cullen's abandoned mansion while Edward, Alice and Emmett fought Victoria and gradually ripped her limb from limb.

Carlisle arrived then, and tried to tend to me. I blacked out by that point, but I was told after I had awoken that Carlisle had told Edward that if he didn't turn me, I would die. And that was all it took.

Four days later, I awoke with vibrant ruby eyes, skin so white it was almost transparent, and perfectly structured, brilliantly white teeth. Edward took me hunting a couple of days after my own blood had been used up, and upon feeding on one or two deer, my eyes gradually went from dull red to molten topaz.

The search for my body was called off around in about three months' time. Everyone believed I had been mauled by a bear or mountain lion or something else similar, and there weren't any remains to be found. I was very sad to see Charlie and Mom as upset as they were, especially since I'm not really dead, but it was a sacrifice I willingly made for my Edward. So anyway, as the story goes, I had been eaten by a bear. And everyone bought this story save for one group of people.

The Quileutes. Or more specifically, Jacob, Billy, Sam Uley, and the rest of the pack of werewolves. They believed that the reason the Cullens left Forks was because Edward, not a bear, murdered me. Billy contacted Carlisle himself and told him that if they ever set foot in forks again, there would be hell to pay. I told Edward to ignore the threat, because I wouldn't be able to go back anyway, and that it was pointless to get a fight started. We left it alone, and moved to a town in Northern Michigan, away from Washington and the Quileutes.

It was a terrible process, and I miss a lot of my old friends and family terribly--Charlie and Mom, and especially Jacob. But I have my soon-to-be family, the Cullens. And now I have Edward.

So that's the Summary/Epilogue/whatever. I'm sorry it's short, but I wanted to see what everyone's opinions were before I continued, and if anyone has any tips about format or spelling/grammar... I checked it over, but I miss things occasionally. Your support/criticism is greatly appreciated. Thanks. 3