Breaking Dawn:
Preface:
Murmuring soft words, he appeared before her. Tall, slender and curtly built. He was vast, now, a creature of anger and skill. He had always wanted her, still wanted her. And now, after two whole years, he could have her. He clenched his fists together, and a small grin set on his lips. "Your mine now..." He mumbled gently, using his soft voice to pursue her.
She, however, was not fooled by his innocent words. She had been there once before, and had easily learned her lesson. The man before her was not a friend anymore, he was her enemy; her murderer. He would be the one to end her life despite how many times she acknowledged him for whom he was; not what he was.
He moved closer, closing up the few feet it would take for him to kill her. "I have always loved you, Bella. Through all the times you've chosen to ignore me; I've still remained indifferent. I still love you." He said, louder this time, but angrier then before. She closed her eyes and braced herself for the moment that would end her life. She heard him approaching, and cringed.
But suddenley, as if a miracle was born, there was a distant scream. A noise so petrifying close that it peeled her eyes open automatically. There, just a few feet away, stood the man that had saved her life so many times. "Bella..." He whispered, peering into her eyes with the topaz ones of his own. The sound of his velvet voice struck her like lightning and flung her to the ground.