Well, new story up. Got the idea by listening to some tunes, and now just put it into words.

This is a little teaser, if you will. It's really short, but it IS needed. And, no worries, the chapters will be longer after this.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Twilight. Blah, blah, blah.

Enjoy! AND REVIEW!

Knees hit the grimy floor, and glazed eyes that not just minutes ago were blazed with madness stared blankly at the shaking gun pointed at her chest. Her gaze slowly traveled up the bloody arm holding the weapon and into the grief stricken eyes of the uniformed man in front of her.

Shaking, presumed from the blood loss, the man pulled back the hammer of the handgun. "I know some part of you still cares about what's going to happen next," the man breathed out, blinking rapidly and licking his now trembling lips. "So I just want you to know that this if for the best, and that I have no other choice." The man choked out, swaying a little bit from the onslaught of grief he got from the mere thought of what exactly he has to do. What he was being forced to do.

The unseeing eyes never swayed from the man's face, making the him stiffen and strangle in a much needed breath. Those same eyes that he watched change throughout the years, from the childlike glint all the way to the eyes that were burdened with the real world, but still held wonder and joy in their gaze at all the possibilities and dreams.

Now those eyes were gone, and two empty ones leered at him instead, looking as though they just lost everything.

The man lightly shook his head, getting his thoughts together and focusing on his duty. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, only to come back with blood on his sleeve. Exhaling a harsh breath, he reluctantly aimed his gaze to what was the beginning and soon to be the end of the girl.

Hollow eyes sparked, and he hesitated just for a second.

The girl suddenly launched herself up off the floor, seemingly lunging for the gun in the man's hands. Her hand grazed his soaked sleeve-

A gunshot bounced off the walls, reverberating over and over again back to the hyperventilating man. The gun now lied on the floor, surrounded by broken glass.

And the girl, prone on the shambled floor, twitched out her last breath.

Only in that very last breath did those eyes flicker with emotion.

So, what do you guys think? Continue, discontinue, give up on life?

I can only know what to do for sure if you review this little preview!

Also, I'm not for sure if I want this to be a Bella/Rosalie fic. So, if you guys could be helpful, either leave me suggestions in the reviews, or just PM me.

Review, please. Keeping you guys happy is my main goal, and how can I know your thoughts if you don't put them out there for me to see?

~ZombieApocalypse911~