I'd never given much thought to how I would die. When you're more or less guaranteed an eternity you don't tend to think about things like that. But then again even if I had thought of it I would have not imagined it like this.
I stared without blinking across the long room, into the black, cold eyes of the hunter, and he looked back at me pleasantly. A wicked gleam in his eyes.
Surely it was a good way to die. In the place of someone you loved. Noble, even. And that had to count for something.
I knew that if I'd never come to Forks I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as I was now, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When God gives you something, someone, so far beyond your own imagination and expectations it isn't reasonable to grieve or regret when it comes to an end.
The hunter smiled at me in a positively devilish way as he stalked forward to kill me.