PREFACE
EDWARD WAS THERE. HE WAS SITTING RIGHT beside me, waiting for whatever the
next few minutes held. Surely one of us would not make it to see the next morning. I just prayed that it would be me.
A tall man wrapped in a dark cloth, with his face covered started to walk toward us both. But for some reason I was not frightened. I cradled myself in Edwards lap. I contorted every line on my body to be in harmony with his. Edward's, ice cold, arms tightened around me protecting me from what was to come.
"Don't come near her!" Edward snapped. He was afraid, I could tell. I wanted this to end. I didn't care if my life was taken, just spare Edward, please. I heard a sinister laugh and cool hand upon my shoulder.
"Don't move." Edward whispered in my ear, so low that it was barley audible. I was almost positive that the other being did not hear his, protective, command.
At that moment I heard a piercing scream and realized it was mine. The pain hit me like a concrete wall. My face cringed in agony. I could not speak or hear anything. All I felt was excruciating torture. I bellowed in affliction.
The torment stopped but I could not move. All I saw was black and heard Edward's voice but I was not able to comprehend what he was saying. My sense of touch was gone. Everything around me was obsolete; Edwards arms, the dark cold room, the cacophony of shrieks and snarls.
Was this the end? Oh yes. That much I was certain of.