Preface:

EPOV-

I fell on my knees in frustration and agony. My love, my life, was missing, and possibly dead. And it was all my fault. I should have been there to protect her! That was my job, to shield her from any harm and to make her happy. But I had failed abysmally, and the thought of her chocolate brown eyes burned me like a red-hot knife to the heart. I blocked out the thoughts of my family, not wanting to hear their pity or grief. I didn't deserve it. She had to be alive, she had to be! The mere thought of any other possibility made me feel cold. Colder. Freezing. Chills ran unnaturally down my spine, along with a sliver of instinctive fear. Wait, what was happening?

I looked up to see my family in the same state that I was. Alice had wrapped her arms around her torso, looking alarmed. Jasper had his head in his hands, as if he had a head ache, probably from dealing with the emotions of our family as well as his own. Emmett had his arms wrapped protectively around a frightened looking Rosalie. Carlisle and Esme simply looked worried. An almost silent rustle, sounding like silk over ground would to a human, came from the west of us. I rose warily, only to be slammed to the ground again less than a millisecond later by a mass of black.

I struggled to get back on my feet, kicking, punching and biting, but the creature was terrifyingly powerful. Whatever it was, was repulsing. Covered by a black hood, it glided effortlessly off the ground and smelled of decay. I was thankful to the hood, I shuddered to think of what may lie underneath it. My body felt icy cold, and all of a sudden my grief and despair were too much to handle. I stopped fighting, feeling weak for the first time in over a century.

All I could think of was those beautiful doe brown eyes, dull and unseeing. My mother, cold and lifeless, never too sweep around the house cleaning and singing again. The countless victims from my rebellious years, screaming as my razor sharp teeth sliced through the thin membrane of their necks. The thoughts of the others were just as bad as my own. Rosalie was whimpering in agony as she remembered the monstrous ending of her human life and the despair over the child she would never have. Emmett was reliving the bear attack that had so brutally ended his human life and his large family that he had been forced to leave behind. Esme was tearlessly sobbing, unable to pull her mind from the death of her first son, Theodore. Carlisle was thinking about the time after his rebirth, the hopelessness and the self-hatred was over powering him. Jasper writhed in agony as he was forced to feel our pain and despair as well as his own, brought on by the memories of his time in the war zone. Alice lay limply, unable to think about anything but her visions of Bella last year, the visions of her death.

I desperately tried to block the thoughts of my family, unable to take anymore torment. My body felt numb and everything went cold and black as the creature lowered it's face and reached for it's hood. Just before the black consumed me I heard the most beautiful voice in all of existence cry out something that didn't make sense, "Expecto Patronum!" And them my world went dark.

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