Why hello to all you people who have found this story and decided to give it a try. And also hello to all you people who have already given it a try and are thinking "what the..." at the moment.

This prologue is an update/rewrite/better version of the first one I posted. I reread it in the summer break and I was just so annoyed by all the errors in it. So I decided to correct it and then I started changing things because I wasn't liking some parts. And that was when I started to rewrite the first few chapters.

Don't worry to all you who are desperately waiting for the next real update. I haven't abonded this story nor am I planning too but my life is just a tad busy at the moment and I don't have a lot of spare time anymore :( At this moment my week consists out of school, work and sleep. On a good day, I get the chance to watch the telly or sit behind my computer and write.

Today is one of those days.

So that's to all you lovely people who have already read the rest of the story. Now to all those who are new. Let me tell you a bit about this story and its background (and just a little about me).

I started writing this story about four, five years ago. I was still young and innocent and had no experience in writing whatsoever but I enjoyed it so I wrote the first version and posted it on in Dutch (yes, that would be wise to mention: my mother tongue is Dutch so if you come across any errors, spelling or grammar, let me know. I learn from my mistakes).

About a year ago, I took another look at the first story and God, did I hate it! I never stopped writing and my style and English improved so I decided to rewrite the story and post it in English. The beginning still sucked, which is why I'm rewriting it again, but how further the story progressed, the better I started writing and the more I started to like it.

So that's a bit of background information. If any of you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask them. I will gladly answer them (if I can).

Okay, then on with this story. It follows the events of the Twilight Saga (I switch between the movies and the books) with a bit of twist (a big twist). Bella Swan does exist and will eventually make an appearance but that appearance is still miles away. Also, Rachel's past and personality are different then hers or so I like to think. You will be the judge of that. I try to make her as different from Bella as I can (I don't like Bella very much, no offence to all you Bella lovers out there).

As noticed, the story starts off with a prologue, very similair to the Twilight prologue but still a tad different. Under the chapter title is a sentence that is also often used later on the chapter. It's just something I added and it is also new for the "older"readers. I don't know why. Let me know what you think of it by commenting. I don't care if it is good or bad, just let me know.

Criticism is more than welcome, you learn from it, and also let me know if you stop reading it because you don't like something. It's exactly that that helps me to develop my writing.

And if the thought about Rachel being a Mary Sue crosses your mind for even a split second, please let me know. Please! I'm trying very hard to prevent her from becoming a Mary Sue.

Until next time and enjoy the prologue!

Love, Emmetje

Ps. If you new people want to continue on, be my guest but once you have noticed an update without a chapter being added and the chapter title being changed to something with rewrite in it, reread it. Especially the first few chapters will have some big changes and Rachel will be a lot less like Bella (as I found out she was in the beginning saying and doing almost exactly what Bella was doing).


Prologue

"Dying for someone you love is a good way to go. It's brave, noble, slightly foolish and incredibly cliché, but still, it's a good way to go."


She was nailed to the ground. Her eyes were widened, her body trembling. The unmistakeable grip of fear wrapped itself around her and tightened, making her feel like she was suffocating.

The hunter slowly came closer. A ridiculous smile was plastered on his face like glue and no matter what would happen, it would stay there.

She had never really thought about death or about how she would die, although life had given her plenty of reasons to think about it. Especially in the last few months.

Once she had imagined it would be of old age, passing away peacefully in her sleep, after she had lived a life filled with joy and happiness. A life with a man by her side who she loved and who loved her, a life with children and grandchildren. A life of which she had been grateful for, so grateful that when death would claim her, she wouldn't be scared.

Another time she had thought it would by the hand of another person. A person who had found out about what she had done, about what she could do. A person who became frightened of her and decided he/she would do the world a favour by becoming a murderer and ending her life.

But most of her life she had imagined it would come entirely unexpected. Quickly and quietly while she would be walking through the streets, all on her own. A simple hand grabbing her wrist, pulling her into a dark alley, and after the simple flick a wrist, it would be all over for her. After all, it was just that easy to snap one's neck.

She stared, still with widened eyes and trembling body, at the hunter. How a room that big could still feel so small. He was at the far end of it, staring back at her with an almost friendly look in his eyes, yet it felt like he was right in front of her and breathing down on her. She could almost feel the cold radiating from him.

The smile, which she really started to hate, was still plastered on his face and for a small moment she thought about snapping at him, just to wipe it off his face.

But she didn't. She stayed quiet. She remained where she was, staring at him with her eyes widened and her body trembling.

She had never imagined death would come like this. That she would willingly walk towards it. Never had she imagined she would chose to die. But she had. And, while she stared into his almost friendly eyes, she knew she had made the right choice. Dying for someone she loved, someone who didn't deserve death while she did, seemed like a good way to go. Brave, noble, slightly foolish and incredibly cliché but still, a good way.

The hunter moved again and slowly crept closer, causing her to swallow. Her heart told her none of this would have happened if she hadn't broken up with her ex-boyfriend but her mind disagreed by reminding her heart that something completely different but just as dangerous would have happened in the end as well.

Her eyes started to tear when she thought of her ex. How would he taken the news of her death? Would he mourn? Would he care at all? Whatever it would be, she hoped he would get over her death quickly and become happy with the love of his life. That was what he deserved, to be truly happy. That was all she wanted for him.

The hunter reached her and looked down on her, still with the same almost friendly look in his eyes. She swallowed and forced herself to stop crying.

This was it. It was over.

She closed her eyes and titled her head a little to the side. "Just make it fast."