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Edward & Jacob stood face to face. Bella was standing a few feet behind Edward, watching, waiting. Then crash the vampire and werewolf clashed together in an epic battle to the death. A battle for one girl. The one girl who just so happened to be running towards them. Bella, running, (as one knows she should never do) tripped over a tree root, fell and hit her head on a sharp, pointy rock with a loud crack. The werewolf and vampire ripped apart, both dumbfounded that Bella could really be dead. Edward super-sped over to where Bella lay motionless and scooped her up in his arms, sobbing.
"Oh Bella, how could I let this happen, how could you be dead?"
The sweet smell of blood filled his nose. He dropped his head to her neck, found the vain, and drank. He drank until there was no more. And then. And then he got up, threw Bella to the ground and killed Jacob with one sweep of his hands.
Back at the Cullen mansion a huge bolder fell on top of the house and crushed every dead thing inside of it. Rocks fall, everyone dies.
Back in the small town of Forks, Edward, in all his sparkling, douche-bagery, gayness was going on a killing spree of the town. One taste of human blood and he's a, a, a blood addict. Hey! He and Stefan could be best friends!
The Volturie were tired of Edward making a fool of himself and because they were ashamed of him, they killed him. Then they went back to doing what they do best, eating people.
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