This is a new story, it is only going to be three chapters, the first in third person, second in thirst, last in third again! Hope you like it, here is the first. Feed back is appricated, as always.

Summary: Edward, instead of going into the sun, chooses to go on a killing rampage, so the Volteri has no choice but to kill him. Bella sees it, she feels it is her fault, and can't live with the guilt. She choses to be with him, in the next life. This is her feelings,thought and much more.

Technically just a one-shot, but it has a Prolgue and Epilogue, so enjoy.

I have writien it all already, but I just going to post one chapter now, because I am going on holiday for a week, and shall be back, and post the next one, on Saturday.

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A boy, of 17, not knowing what to do.

His love stands on the pavement, a girl of 18, brown hair loosly falling around her face. Her expression one of horror, as three figures advace upon the boy.

The boys calming faced shattered, the panic engulfing him.

The girls heart beat could be heard by the persons present.

The cold skined preditors approching the boy. The boy realising this was it, nobody to save him, nobody to see his last moments, after a hundred and eight years on this earth, but the girl, the one he will love in this life and the next. He wouldn't have wanted it any other way. To have her eyes as the last things he gazed into.

The dark cape of death seizing the boy and forcefullly drag him into death.

The boys last though was that of his love, the timid, gental beauty of his life, the girl standing by his side at the very end.

As death embraces the boy, he makes a promise, silently, to himself and the girl, telling her that in the next life, he will find her, and he will remember.

The world goes silent, as the comforting darkness of death relieves his long life, the feeling of lightness, three long lifetimes leave his shoulders, he gazes into the chocolate pools, the only regret was not having a proper farewell. She was forever his, as he was forever hers.

The beauty of darkness drags him under.

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