Author's Note: This is my first Twilight fanfic, however, I am not new to the fanfiction world. I'm going on a year. So, that means I want to build up a fanbase for Twilight. Cha, enjoy the preface, fools.

CONTAINS ECLIPSE SPOILERS!!!!!!!

Story Summary: He had seen her lifeless body with his own eyes. Her blood no longer warm, she was paler than normal, waxy almost, her once red lips were now a pale shade of blue. She may have been dead, but that wasn't stopping him from trying to rectify that. Besides, if creatures like him existed in this world, anything should be possible.

This story is in Edward's POV.

It's a whatif situation.

What if Bella had died during one of her visits to Jacob in La Push?

More specifically, after he forcefully kissed her and Bella refused to let him give her a ride home.

What if someone, or something, had been waiting to get Bella?

This story is the aftermath of Bella's death… and how Edward will team up with the most unlikely characters to bring her back.

Disclaimer: They don't publish hobo's books! I live in a cardboard box under a bridge… which magically has internet access. However, soon, we WILL rule the world. The revolution is coming my friends, prepare yourselves.

Preface

IT WAS ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS THAT EVERYTHING HINGED ON. Things like the past few months, the rest of our lives. I tried to push those thoughts into the back of my mind as I swiftly ran through the dimly lit, cobble-stoned dungeon. My feet thundered against the hard floor as I frantically searched for the cell. The wind roared in my ears as I ran faster than I had ever ran before. Could you still have adrenaline when blood no longer filled your arteries?

I pumped my arms, trying to thrust myself forward as I passed a few puzzled prisoners. Finally, I came to the end of the passage and I stopped. I felt myself starting to panic. I couldn't find her. She was lost. I collapsed on the cold floor and buried my head in my arms. I could vaguely hear the monumental fight going on upstairs… that was now all in vain. Had this all been a trick? Alice's visions had never been wrong before, but they hadn't been working very well lately.

I groaned and leaned my head against the stone-covered walls and closed my eyes. I had lost all hope. My family and others were upstairs risking their lives to save no one. After all these months, nothing was going to come from it. The point of this charade didn't make any sense. Was this diversion a way for the Volturi to keep me alive? It didn't seem like their style.

I heard a loud bang from upstairs and I quickly opened my eyes in fear that the offense had been against my side. When I looked up, I met a pair of glowing amber eyes that I didn't recognize.

Author's Note: Whoosh that was short. I think that is the shortest chapter I have ever written. I think reviews are in order, even though that was short. Press Henry.