Don't Fear The Reaper

by It's Riah

Happy endings? Gag me. Taking a break from all the mushy-gushy fluff? Read this. It's a series of one-shots on Twilight characters, dying. Lovely, eh? Flames ignored, reviewers handed cookies. Read & Review. Or else.

Enjoy.

Or else.

Don't Fear The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

All our times have come

Here but now they're gone

Seasons don't fear the reaper

Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper

We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper

Baby I'm your man...

Valentine is done

Here but now they're gone

Romeo and Juliet

Are together in eternity...Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday...Like Romeo and Juliet

40,000 men and women everyday...Redefine happiness

Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper

We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper

Baby I'm your man...

Love of two is one

Here but now they're gone

Came the last night of sadness

And it was clear she couldn't go on

Then the door was open and the wind appeared

The candles blew then disappeared

The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid

Come on baby...and she had no fear

And she ran to him...then they started to fly

They looked backward and said goodbye...she had become like they are

She had taken his hand...she had become like they are

Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

Bella

I didn't mean to die.

I was merely trying to squeeze some fun into my sleepy life.

In fact, when I jumped off that cliff in La Push, I was so sure I would pop back up laughing.

I didn't, needless to say.

The fall was exhilarating, and I had revelled in the feel of the wind in my hair, letting out an excited shriek.

I had felt free. Untamed.

The water had caught my fall, and I had let it catch me in cold, wet arms.

I was underwater, and I felt free again. Like a water nymph, magical and beautiful. Carefree.

Soon I began to feel other things, though.

The temperature, like every pore on my body was being stabbed with frozen needles.

The pressure of my lungs, begging for air.

And the feeling everyone eventually gets. The "where's the ground?" feeling when you're starting to fly in an airplane. Except I wasn't in an airplane, and it hadn't been the "where's the ground?" feeling.

I was slowly drownding, and my head was screaming "which way is up, which way is down?!"

Never did find out which way was which.

I had tried kicking my feet, and groping, looking for the surface, until my lungs were screaming with my head, and my limbs had begun to ache and slow.

I had surrendered, back to the same old, vulnerable Isabella Swan.

And I had been ushered under the Reapers black cloak, promised a place of warmth and loving someday.

For when his time is up, I will be exactly where I want to be, in the afterlife or not.

Edward's arms.

Depression bites.

Tell me, are you shaken or stirred?