Chapter One: The End

I run through the trees, adrenaline pounding in my veins. I feel I am too late, but I must run to him anyway.

He is my life; if he were to die I could never forgive myself. It would have been my entire fault for not being there, to stop him from fading away.

My entire fault.

Wisps of my brown hair get caught in twigs and leaves, tugging at my scalp.

My face is scratched and bleeding from the vines and thorns hit it. I make myself keep running despite the pain; they are nothing compared to the ache I can feel in my heart.

It is all I can do to stop myself from running so fast that I trip.

I edge closer and closer still to the clearing, and I feel my hands grow cold and clammy, although the wind is whipping them dry as I run.

I do not want to see him dead; but I must know. I can feel my tears slipping down my cheeks which I can feel are flushed and falling onto my chest.

I wipe them away arrogantly.

As I finally enter the clearing, I race towards the flame. Stepping up to his mangled body that is consumed by fire; I close my eyes, unable to look.

I sink to my knees in agony. I am too late. He is dead, if he wasn't before. I pound my fist onto the dew covered grass, letting the tears slip down my cheeks without wiping them away.

There is no more point to life.

I hear a soft cackle behind me. I turn around to see the one person who could end my suffering.

She knows this, too.

"Please," I croak. "Just kill me now."

Victoria smiles wickedly and ponders my request.

"You know, you are in as much pain as I. I won't kill you." she murmurs in her soprano voice and then she is on top of me, her teeth at my neck.

I feel her bite; however I do not permit a scream. I clench my jaws shut and chew on the inside of my mouth, hoping it would kill me.

Victoria stands up and wipes her mouth. Her catlike red eyes gleam with satisfaction; she has done her job.

She has finally avenged James.

She leaves me there, burning next to my beloved, also burning. I can feel tears once again falling down the sides of my face, drenching my hair.

But Edward will not survive the fire; I know she has done this purposely. I am to wander aimlessly with the pain and sorrow of loosing my angel.

And for that she would die.

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Several years had passed since that fateful day in our clearing. It was ironic but cliché really, the fact that Victoria had chosen our favorite spot to kill us.

I had hoped for death; I prayed to God it had killed me.

Alice and Emmett found me; they were hunting. The smell of my blood and smoke had attracted them.

They took me home, begging Carlisle not to put me out of my misery. My feeble attempts to speak out and tell them I wanted death were crushed by the pain of trying to stay awake.

Most of everything else is just a blur. Rosalie and Jasper stayed their distance, though.

I was upset to find out when I woke up that Rosalie had gone to live with the Denali's.

Carlisle told Charlie that I had died; when he asked to see me, he told him that there was nothing left to see. It was also spread around Edward had died trying to save me from the bear that ultimately "killed" me.

I was able to call Jacob and tell him; he hung up and tried to see me.

I felt like crying when I smelled him; Edward had been right about the wet dog smell. Carlisle told Jake that I was too unstable, but he might be able to see me in a few months when he had gotten a grip on curbing my appetite.

However, there was no need for curbing my appetite. I was a true born vegetarian. I sobbed dryly when I discovered which animal sustained me best- mountain lions.

I thought endlessly about him, spending all my time either in our meadow, or on the bed in his room.

I hunted only very rarely. I couldn't allow a slip up of someone seeing me alive and very well, because that would only bring the FBI onto our family.

Alice and Emmett were the ones closest to me. Emmett decided on staying with the Cullen's rather than go with Rosalie. She was very disturbed by that. He would visit her all the time, but his permanent home was Forks.

Alice constantly tried to cheer me up. She had even promised to throw half the clothes in her closet away if I cracked a smile for her one time. I laughed humourlessly at this; Alice stormed off, feeling slightly hurt and stung.

I went to her later and apologized, hugging her tightly. She accepted my apology and kissed my forehead, telling me things would get better.

I never saw Jake; his other friends -his wolf friends- tore him up and down for seeing me and Sam forbade him to see me. He couldn't go against Sam's word, so eventually we just stopped speaking altogether.

Esme didn't even try to make me feel better anymore.

Jasper's calming influence did absolutely nothing for me; I was calm, but heartbroken beyond repair.

Even Carlisle rarely spoke to me.

I felt so utterly alone sometimes, I wanted to die.

I had tried to go to the Volturi but Alice stopped me each time I thought about going. She refused to let me end my pain and misery.

Many years passed, and we had moved, yet again. This time we moved to Calais, Maine. It's nearly as rainy as Forks. We stayed there for three years before going up to live with the Denali's until we could move back to Forks.

Emmett was ecstatic. He missed Rose, and now they spent every waking moment together. I felt sick when I saw the three happy couples together.

I didn't much click with Tanya or Irina or the others, so mostly I kept to myself.

After ninety years of traveling around the world, we finally came back to our house in Forks. We came home.