I never thought about how I'm going to die with few exceptions. When I was at the ballet studio with James, when Edward left, when I was in the meadow and saw Laurant, when I went cliff diving, when Edward and I were against the cliff waiting for Victoria and one of her newborns to attack… okay I guess more then a few exceptions.
But now as I'm hanging on to consciousness by threads, I'm not sure if I can be saved this time.
It went wrong. All wrong. I was supposed to be a vampire by now, living in Alaska with Edward. I'm supposed to be with him for ever.
As I'm seeing my whole life slip away, human and vampire, I start to feel the faintest warmth at the base of my throat just as I could have sworn I felt a huge wave of cold wash over the rest of my body.