Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own Stephenie Meyer's stuff – her plot, characters, etc…it all belongs to her.
Author's Note: I'm hoping it's clear that this preface is meant to mirror how Meyer begins the books: with a quote, then a moment taken from later in story. This is my first Twilight fic, so please R&R! Positive or negative, I appreciate feedback. I also love constructive criticism.
"And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
All
this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?"
Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene II
PREFACE
The enemy slowly drew in closer, coiled – prepared to spring. This was what I had wanted, right? I had always desired to be involved in the action. And, for once, I could fend for myself. I didn't need Edward's protection. For the the first time I could remember, I was an asset instead of a hindrence. I stared into the eyes of my opponent and slowly bent back into a defensive crouch. This was exactly what I had wished for. And I regretted with every fiber of my being that I was there. I wished that everything could go back to a simpler times when I had nothing to do with wars of legendary creatures. I looked into the monster's eyes and prayed for it all to go away.