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Authors Notes: Just a few things before I get started. This is my first Twilight story. The idea for the story itself has been floating around in my head for a while but it took these characters to really get it going. I've been reading a lot of stuff around the fandom and I really hope it's up to scratch as I'm having a heap of fun writing it. I encourage constructive criticism in all forms so please feel free to give me any pointers or point out any mistakes, but I will ignore flames. I don't have a beta, so any spelling and grammar mistake are mine alone. I will fix them if brought to my attention.
Enough of the boring stuff. I really hope people enjoy reading this story and please, please, please review as it will make my day.
Let The Dead Things Lie
By Chaimera
Preface
In the past, in my darkest moments, when I wondered about how I might die, I had never pictured it like this. Those images had varied, depending on my state of mind. From fantasies of dying old, fat and happy, surrounded by those that I loved, too much bleaker notions, alone and unhappy, slipping away quietly and unnoticed.
This situation was never one that had entered my mind. This dark hole was never what I saw in my future. A flurry of thoughts swept through my mind.
Anger. I was too young to die. I didn't deserve this kind of ending. Yet another unsolved murder for dodgy crime shows to ponder years from now.
Sorrow and regret. I would never get to say goodbye. Would never be able to comfort those closest to me. My father and mother, my best friends. I would never see them again.
Perversely, I also felt joy. Joy that, if I was going to die, that he was here with me. Joy that, even though meeting him had led me to this point in time, I had met him at all.
The pain flared and I cried out, hopeless.
"Bella! Bella, you have to move."
I lifted my dirty, tear-streaked face from the ground and stared at him. His eyes were maelstroms of emotion. Fear, anger, despair and love. More tears slipped down my cheeks, splashing on the dusty ground. I shook my head.
"I can't! I'm… I'm sorry. I can't." My voice cracked.
He struggled against the ropes that held him in place and let out a futile roar. I cringed, my head falling back against the floor.
"You can Bella. You have to. Just look at me." I didn't move. "Look at me, Bella!"
His shout caused me to jerk and I looked up. What I saw in his face took my breath away. It was rare to see that kind of faith anywhere.
"You can do it Bella. Just… Just try." His voice was soft and low now.
I nodded and pulled myself up, gritting my teeth against the pain. I was beyond hope at this point, so I could only pray his belief in me was enough to save us both.