Sunrise

by HeartOfPlumbum

There were three things I knew. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him that thirsted for my blood. And Third, he would not leave me alone. Full disclaimer for the whole story: I only own my ideas

1. Preface

Preface

I've given a surprising (and maybe scary) amount of thought on how I would die. Fighting off zombies, getting stabbed by a rapier and bleeding out in a random person's home, being beheaded after being framed for treason. Despite all of the thought I put into it, I never imagined I would die in such a stupid way.

I stared silently across the long room and into the eyes of the hunter, he looked too happy about his turn of events.

Some might say it was a good way to die, in a loyal to your friend till the end kind of way. Noble, even. Yet somehow I wasn't seeing it. Maybe if I actually liked the person I was dying for?

I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. It was a simple math really, but as much as I would like to say I regret it, well I totally do. I'm not one to cry over spilled milk or anything but I'm kind of about to die so…

The hunter's smile widened as he sauntered forward to—no doubt— kill me, all I hoped was that they had good food at my funeral.