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Tears of An Angel RyanDan

Memories by Within Temptation

The Vesion by X-ray Dog

Run by Snow Patrol

One Family by Mark Mancina & Phil Collins

~Tears of An Angel ~

Death is easy. Peaceful even.

Living. Now that's a bit more complicated.

BPOV(The song for this chapter is Tear of an Angel by RyanDan. It's a really good song, LISTEN TO IT!)

"Jeez, Bells. Got milk?" I looked through the foggy glass bottom of the cup. The weird brown bear depicted there was oddly reminiscent of my best friend: Jacob Black, werewolf of La Push and friend to all. Except my boyfriend. Edward wasn't Jacob's number one fan either.

I pulled the drained glass away from my face to glower at the seven foot giant in front of me and set it on the counter. I rolled my eyes. "You'll forgive me for being thirsty, I'm sure."

He laughed, the fun, happy Jacob-laugh I loved to hear. "That's like your fourth cup, Bells." I raised an eyebrow. Had I really had that much? "Soon you'll have to go milk the cow yourself."

I shook my head and moved past him into his living room, where Emily and the Pack were watching a movie. I hadn't really been paying attention; something to do with the dead coming back to life, I'm sure.

I sat down and glanced at the screen. Yep – the main character was just getting mauled. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl – Paul protested, claiming I was hogging the bowl, needless to say he would be dead if my glares would work the way they were supposed to.

After the movie was done and all of mankind was saved by Barbie-lookalike and Ken, I bid Jacob and the others goodbye. I opened the door to go out and – surprise, surprise – it was literally pouring buckets.

I gave one last wave to Jake, then turned and ran through the rain, trying my best not to stumble into a puddle. Surprisingly, I made it with little difficulty. I turned the heater on at full blast, then pulled away from the curb.

I was past the invisible borderline when I heard it – my truck seemed to be making one of those noises mechanics delight in making you repeat for them multiple times. I pulled over to the shoulder of the road, watching steam rise from underneath the hood.

I scowled in the general direction of the problem, then rummaged around in my bag for the cell phone Edward gave me when I insisted on going to La Push to see Jacob a month ago.

I flipped it open and pressed the power button.

I pressed the power button again.

I sighed and threw it back into bag. Ok, so I was several miles away from home, my car broke down, I have no cell phone, and it's pouring so hard I can barely see twenty feet in front of me. My prospects of having a good night are slim to none.

I leaned my forehead against the steering wheel and thought. I knew this road well, I had traveled it a lot in my lifetime. About half a mile down the road was a bus stop, and another mile ahead of that is a gas station. I made a quick plan.

Ok, I'll go to the bus stop, if there's no bus coming through in the next hour, I'll continue on to the gas station and hitchhike from there. Lovely.

I grudgingly got out of the car and started walking. Here's why I wasn't running: a) I would most likely fall on my face, b) It's half a mile – I'm not exactly athletic c) I'd be soaked either way.

It was a very long walk, ending in a small little booth that looked like it might cave under the downpour. I squelched when I sat.

I leant back on the back of my shelter and closed my eyes, resting a bit, before I opened them to look at the schedule and checked my watch. It was about ten at night and there was one due in fifteen minutes. I smiled and relaxed. For once, something seems to be going right tonight.

That left me time to wonder why Alice hadn't come to pick me up. Did she not see I was in trouble? I was soaked and would most likely catch a cold. She wasn't concerned? I knew I had no real reason to gripe, but I was wet and very hungry, which was odd, considering I had eaten no more than an hour ago and it had been a lot.

The bus arrived, interrupting my self-pity session. I ran to meet it and paid the fair without complaint. I trudged to the middle of the bus and sat down. I glanced around and noticed, without any real surprise, there were only two other people on the bus with me.

One was a lady in an expensive business suit across from me, chatting away on her cell phone, assuring her husband she was almost home and to start dinner without her. The other was an elderly man at the front, sleeping peacefully against the window.

Start Run by Snow Patrol here(it's more dramatic)

I sighed and leaned back in my plastic chair, watching as the rain came down outside. It was oddly peaceful and very quiet.

There was an odd squealing noise next, starting as a slow whine, then escalating rapidly to an ear shattering shriek. I turned my head towards the business woman, seemingly the source.

I watched in horror as a bright light came from behind her, illuminating every angle of her alarmed expression and outlining her in a halo. She was looking towards me, her fear etched permanently into my memory.

Then the glass exploded around her, jolting her towards me, but not before I saw the look on her face. She was dead before she hit the ground.

I blacked out.

Pain. Ripping and roaring through me. It felt like I had been stabbed through the leg with a knife the size of Kansas. I couldn't feel half of my body, and for that I was thankful; just this pain was enough to make me scream in agony.

With tremendous effort, I pulled my eyelids open. I could see with the light from the car that hit us. With a start, I realized that whatever hit us must have been a really big eighteen-wheeler. I had enough light to make out my surroundings – the bus was flipped on it's side and I was where my window used to be.

Everything hurt. I looked down and almost fainted at the sight. My right leg had been impaled on one of the handrails and it was sticking through. I could feel the same situation with my shoulder and I was at an awkward angle. Perhaps something had happened to my spine – that was why I couldn't feel half my body and couldn't move either.

Oh, God. Edward.

Tears filled my eyes. I knew it – I knew I wasn't going to make it. I was too hurt. Last time he had thought I was dead, he had tried to kill himself.

In that moment, I felt an instinct kick in. I recognized it – it was the same way I had felt as I had run through Volterra, desperate to save him. I had to give him a message – tell him to stay alive. But I didn't know how and I felt it – the inky blackness, waiting to consume me. I was dying – fast.

I looked around franticly. Everything was blurry from my tears. I could make out that there were several seats on my side of the bus and that there were sparks flying from a broken wire farther towards the front, but that's all I could see.

The darkness started at the edges, seeping deeper and deeper into my vision.

Then I heard it – a ripping and roaring sound coming from the top of the bus. There were sirens in the distance, growing closer.

"Bella!" I heard someone yelling. I couldn't comprehend much anymore – the darkness had nearly consumed my sight. "Bella!" I heard it again. Whoever it was was either really angry or really scared.

I groaned, meaning to tell them where I was. I looked up. There, his beautiful face outlined by the light, was Edward. I could see him through the foggy glass.

And for a moment, the darkness stopped, granting my deepest wish – to be able to see my love one last time. With all the strength I had left, I reached forward, stretching my arm towards him.

His face became panicked when he spotted me, horror-filled. In a flash, the window was gone. He darted to my side, taking my outstretched hand in his. "Bella." I wasn't sure anymore what emotions his voice held, the darkness had resumed it's advance.

"Edward." I choked on his name, feeling the blood fill my mouth. Breathing was hard, sharp pains accompanied every shallow breath.

"Shhh, Love. Don't speak." He said, his eyes roaming over my injuries. When they came back to my face, they were filled with immense pain. And even though I was in so much pain, James' injuries seemed like scrapes, I wanted only to comfort him.

I reached up and cupped his face with my other hand, forcing him to meet my eyes. "I…love…" I choked again, but kept my eyes on his. "you…Edward." I panted and gritted my teeth against the pain. "I always will."

"Bella, no." He said, near hysterical. "You can't leave me, please." He whispered, tears he couldn't shed filling his eyes. I tried my best to smile, I almost succeeded.

"My angel." I sighed. "My Edward."

I felt myself drift then, all pain disappearing without a trace.

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