I ran, I ran as far as my legs could carry me. I didn't look back and I knew there were only swarms of warriors chasing me. Nothing to frightening-ha!

It was the palace guard. And today was my wedding day. I was running from Prince Roscoe Vanderwix my soon to be husband.

But I couldn't marry that retched man. I couldn't when I was in love with another. Not when I yearned to be held by a different man. Especially not when I have already got a taste of happiness. How could I go from sweet velvet kisses to sloppy ruff ones? How am I expected to have to look into those vile gray eyes when I'm in love with his emerald green ones?

So here I am running through the forest in my torn drenched wedding dress. Being chased by hundreds of guards. My legs ached but I could make it. The clearing was straight ahead… I pushed myself harder.

In the last moment I tripped, my damn clumsiness ruined everything. I was heading for the ground. Preparing myself for impact I turned my head away from the ground and reached my hands out so they could take most of the pain.

But the ground never came. Instead I was lifted into a mans arms and then set firmly on the ground. When I turned I was expecting to see one of the guards but I was starring into a pair of sparkling green eyes. "Love, what are you doing here?" He murmured his cool breath blowing softly on my face. Seeing the hurt on my face he corrected himself quickly, "I meant what are you doing in the middle of the forest? Aren't you supposed to be marrying that…that"

I interrupted him because I could only focus on his soft lips. So standing on tiptoes I crashed my lips firmly on to his. We moved in synch our lips molding together. I bit his bottom lip then ran my tongue over it to reduce the sting. He moaned and wrapped his arms around my waist. We pulled away for air and I leaned my forehead onto his.

Breathing heavily I explained, "I couldn't marry him, Edward. Not when I'm in love with you. I'm yours. Completely yours no one has any claim on me besides you." I looked up at him to see him smiling down at me. Edward leaned down to kiss me again and I eagerly tipped my face up for another kiss. But just as I was about to kiss the most amazing man I was roughly torn from him.

A big bear of a man came up and punched Edward in the face. I knew Edward could take him, but there were hundreds more. He had no chance against all of them.

"No," I screamed. "Stop it! Stop it your hurting him. Let me go. Please, No Edward."

I cried letting the tears wash down my face as I watched the love of my life get kicked in the gut. He was on the ground coughing up blood as man after man got there turn with him.

And I was helpless.

I don't know how I heard the horse through my sobs and screams but I did. Turning my head I saw a large majestic black horse enter Edward's meadow. And a top of the black stallion sat Roscoe, looking down upon the scene before him. Desperately, I called out to him "Roscoe, Roscoe make them stop. I'll go with you if you'll just make them stop. Please, I'll do anything."

"Fine." Turning to the guard restraining me he said, "Put her on the horse."

Everything will be okay. They'll stop hurting Edward. He will be fine.

But as I was placed on the horse, Roscoe didn't call out for them to stop. Instead he gave a slight nod to the man holding Edward. The man pulled out a dagger the moonlight reflected off it onto Edward's beautiful scarred face as it was thrust into him. I cried out as the man pulled the dagger upwards and twisted it. Making Edward gasp in pain.

I couldn't help it any longer I jumped from the horses back and stumbled foreword to Edward's side. Kneeling I pulled his head onto my lap and brushed his hair back from his green eyes. The sparkle in them was dying with every short gasp of air. The tears streamed down my face and sobs contorted my frame.

"Shh Edward it will be okay. No matter what happens I'll see you soon, okay?"

Edward didn't answer instead he looked up at me with pleading eyes. I knew what he wanted. He wanted one last kiss before h-he died. Leaning down I softly gave him a feather light kiss but just as I was about to pull away he pushed his lips harder against mine. It was surprisingly strong for a guy that was just stabbed.

Maybe, maybe he would be strong enough to make it. To pull through. But of coarse that was just wishful thinking because just as I thought it he fell back into my lap. He lay there motionless staining my once white dress blood red. Not that I cared.

It seemed like hours as I sang the Lullaby Edward had written for me. Though it had to be only minutes. This once beautiful meadow was now filled with sorrow and pain. My sobs finally stopped and I tore my eyes from my angel's face to look around. But all I saw was blurs of greens and browns.

Once again I was roughly ripped away from Edward and dragged across the clearing. I was picked up and held bridal style as the man ran, ran away from my love. He never looked back, but why would he when he knew there was only one man there. And the man wasn't chasing after him- no that man was far gone by know.