PROLOGUE
"Aiya, please, I'm begging you. Choose. Choose me." Jacob pleaded, looking at me with those big, brown puppy dog eyes I'd grown to love. No, I take that back. This time, they contained hurt. And I was NOT used to seeing that.
Edward snarled then, his eyes cutting over to Jake. "She's going to choose me, mutt. I was her first kiss, love, boyfriend, date…and first time."
Jacob's eyes then flickered with anger, and he ground his teeth. "You were all that once. She can't take it back…but it's OVER now. Accept it."
"Listen, dog—"
"Please, stop," I interrupted, sighing and closing my eyes. "There are other people involved, too! Does Bella Swan ring any bells?!"
It was silent for a moment as I struggled to collect her thoughts.
My name is Aiyana Simone Burwell. Born October 11th, 1901, I was murdered in 1918 at only 17 years old, while dating my boyfriend, Edward Cullen. Since then, my spirit wandered as a ghost—more tortured than a shinigami…and with less purpose than a spirit who was sent straight to heaven or hell.
Until a few short months ago. I'd regained my body in hopes that I could find something to complete me, and finally send me home, where I'm meant to be.
I hadn't planned on meeting Edward once more, and falling for the sunny, warm Jacob Black.
"Aiya, if you choose him, and become a vampire, I won't be able to be around you anymore. At all. Do you want that?" Jake said.
"No…"
"Aiya, if you choose him, and go to live on the reservation, I won't be able to be around you as well. Is that what you desire?" Edward retorted.
"No…"
"Please, Aiya, pick. It's driving me insane. I'm sleeping less than usual, I'm not eating…" Jake whispered.
"I…I pick…" I stammered.
They stared at me.
Jacob? My eyes flickered over to him.
Edward? My eyes flickered over to him.
My mouth opened, but in an instant, I was cold. Freezing cold. Like I was dead.
I blinked and I collapsed to the floor, blacking out.
When I came to, I was back with the gods, Acacia and Artemis, who were frowning down at me.
"Your time is up."