I do not own anything to do with twilight, just my own plot line, and the rest belongs to Shmeyer.

And also the title of this story come from the song "Don't Wait For Daylight" by Needtobreathe, and they are absolutely amazing to say the least.

So I have decided to rewrite this chapter for the second time because the first and the second ones were kind of shitty. Hope it's better on your eyes lol.

Enjoy. .

She had never really given much too how she would die. She had reason enough in the last few months but even if she had, she would not have imagined it like this.

She thought it would have been more difficult to get away from Jasper and Alice, but it was easier than she could have ever believed. She had secretly wished that they would have stopped her because she couldn't bear the thought of never seeing them again, never seeing Edward again.

After she escaped the airport, the cab ride to her house was just a blur. It was the sprint from her house to the ballet studio the stuck out in her mind the most. She had never run like this in her entire life.

The only three things she could hear were the sound of her feet pushing against the pavement, her breathing which was getting heavier with each stride, and her pounding heart. Yes, a heart that's beats were now numbered.

Now she began to see familiar building signaling her that she was getting close, so close that she could see the street. It was now only several hundred feet ahead of her. As she got closer, she pushed herself even harder. She ran as if she was running for her life instead of running to her death.

With her last strand of energy she bolted around the corner and ran straight in the front door of the studio. Once inside the lobby she slowed down and turned to the door on her left. As she stood in front of the door, she could hear her heart beat begin to slow. It sadden her to think that soon she would be dead, and the heart beat that she had grown to love within the past few hours, would be gone forever. It was with that final thought that she stepped into the seemingly empty studio.

Standing there in this empty ballet studio that had up to this point, only been a place in my memories. It all seemed so unreal.

Across the room, she saw a small stand with a television on it that began to play a video. As it started, she couldn't help but be drawn towards it.

As she got closer to the screen, she realized that it was an old home video of her mother being frightened by something that she had done. It was in that moment that she realized that her mother wasn't there; she had never even been here in the first place. While taking a sigh of relief, suddenly the television turned off, and there were footsteps slowly coming up on her from behind.

She could only hope that Edward somehow received her letter, and knows how much she truly loves him. Thinking about him caused pain to ripple through her as she realized that she would never be able to see him again.

The footsteps suddenly stopped behind her, and she felt a cold hand rest on her shoulder. Slowly he put his other hand on her other shoulder and began to turn her towards him.

As she looked into the eyes of her killer, she was prepared to die. But what she had not anticipated was what she saw.

Behind his murderous façade, she could see that he had no intentions on killing her, but had other plans in mind. This surprised her, but worried her even more.

What he wanted was something far worse. He wanted vengeance, vengeance for all the trouble that they had put him through over this past week.

She began backing away from him, frightened of what was about to happen. Truth be told, she had no idea what he was about to do, but she could almost guarantee that it would be far worse than the death she had in mind. Suddenly she her back hit a wall.

As he began to stalk forward, he could do nothing but smirk at her, knowing what he was about to do.

"Please don't!" was all she could say, she was almost begging with him.

"Why not, I thought that this is what you wanted. Isn't it?" he asked questioningly with a hint of sarcasm as he stalked forward "Didn't you want to be just like us? Just like Edward?"

Suddenly she realized what he was going to do. He was going to turn her into one of them.

Sure she had wanted to become a vampire, but this is not how she had imagined it happening. She would rather it have been done by one the Cullen's, preferably Edward, not here in this ballet studio by the man who has been hunting her down for his own personal entertainment.

As he continued getting closer, she decided to make a run for it knowing deep down that it would do no good.

She turned around and began to sprint across the room. She had not even made it half way across the room when James was in front of her, grabbing her by the throat, and tossing her across the floor like a rag doll.

It wasn't until she slammed into a wall causing the glass to shatter all around her that she began to wonder where Edward was. Surely they would have been able to find her by now.

Deep down though, she was glad he hadn't found me. She didn't want him seeing her like this or having anything to do with James. As she looked around herself for the first time since she arrived, she realized that she has never been more alone in her entire life than she was at that moment.

Looking up, James was already hunched over her with a look of amusement that she could never forget. She could also see the thirst in his eyes as she realized that her head and the palms of her hands were bleeding from the glass that was surrounding her from the broken mirror.

She could only hope that he would become distracted by the scent of my blood and just kill her.

"Please?" she begged him.

"I am going to do what your precious love could not. I don't see why he kept you this fragile human."

"Please" she was now pleading with him. This is not what she wanted.

"Sorry hon," he whispered chuckling into her ear, his cool breathe causing a shiver to run down her spine, "It's the only way."

All she could think of in this moment was Charlie and Renee and everyone else back in Forks who would never know what was going to happen. Who would never know what she was going to become.

What would they think happened to her? She would never be able to apologize to Charlie for all the cruel things she said to him the last time she saw him. She would never be able to tell her mother how much she loved her.

She would never be able to see Edward one more time, and tell him how much he truly meant to her.

And with a final breathe he sank his teeth into her throat.

Without any hesitation, pain began to spread throughout her entire body. In that moment, she wished for death and could only pray that the pain would soon come to an end.

Slowly everything around her began to fade away; the ballet studio, James, even the pain was all vanishing in a deep fog.

The last thing she tried to say, not even sure if she had said anything at all was "Edward" before she slipped into darkness, not knowing what she would face on the other side.

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Preview

The room was still, silent, with no sign of life. Had he not been able to smell her, he could never have been able to tell that anyone had been there at all.

No sign of struggle, nothing. Nothing was left but her fading sent.

She was gone.