I'd never given much thought to how I would die – perhaps by jealous girls who envy my unbelievable beauty or my ultra-sexy boyfriend, maybe crashing my brand new, tacky, Mercedes – though I'd had reason enough in the last few months – but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark, beautiful, dazzling, enchanting eyes of the hunter, and he looked pleasantly back at me, which made me ooze saliva from my mouth and practically urinate in my pants.
Surely it was a good way to die, because I wanted to die anyway as my daddy wouldn't let me throw a prom party, I'll show them. It was noble, even. That ought to count for something.
I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now and lack of ultra-cool parties. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret sleeping with the hunter. When life offers you sex so far beyond any of your expectations, it is reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to rape- I mean, kill me.